One Night

One Afternoon

This one-shot is set during the events of Book 4: Loving A Bully. Enjoy. (๑°꒵°๑)･*♡ 

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His wife was going to be the death of him.

Or the cause of a lower back pain.

Not that it matters, Leon thought, as he juggled three watermelons to his shopping cart. He would gladly let his very beautiful and very pregnant wife kill him if it would serve to make her happy.

He should be used to this now. Sophia had started craving before she even knew she was pregnant and it was not like Leon wasn't willing to give her everything she ever wanted. But didn't her doctor say that her cravings would decline by the third trimester? Sophia was already in her third but instead of declining, it seemed to have gotten worse and even more spontaneous.

Two weeks ago, he had to end a call with a potential client when she asked him to buy her cheese sticks.

A week ago, she got him combing the streets in the middle of the night for tomatoes.

Five days ago, she got her knocking on Rohan's door before dawn broke for some kimchi.

Today, she called him in a middle of a meeting for watermelons. And she wanted three.

Leon would never complain out loud but fucking hell, he'd probably be the only one to eat the rest of these goddamn watermelons. She'd probably eat a tiny portion again and have other cravings. And who else would have to finish them? Leon. She didn't want to waste food or let them spoil so he'd have to.

Leon would have gained twenty pounds if he didn't hit the gym everyday. Hell, he even had to rearrange his father's offices in Boston just so they could have a larger indoor gym in the building. He didn't even do field work anymore since Sophia's pregnancy. And since they were currently living in his old house, he was glad he didn't clean out the basement were his old gym equipment was.

An amused voice brought Leon out of his thoughts.

"Domestic life suits you well, Leon."

"One word and I'll put a bullet through your head," Leon growled, turning to meet his best friend's laughing eyes.

John chuckled, not even hiding the fact that he was indeed finding all this amusing, and put his hands up. "Watermelons this time, then?"

Letting out a long exhale, Leon carefully brought the large fruits down in the cart. "Yeah," he answered.

His best friend was trying not to make comments that would anger him further, Leon noted this irritably, looking at how John's lips were pressed tight together. Leaning an elbow on the handlebars, Leon studied him suspiciously.

"What are you doing here in the supermarket?"

John shrugged. "I wanted to know what it's like."

"Explain."

John grinned broadly at him. "I wanted to know what it's like to be a henpecked husband."

He never learned, did he?

John howled in pain in the middle of the fruit aisle when Leon slammed his fist into his jaw.

"Jesus fucking Christ, you're a monster!"

Leon crossed his arms. "I'm in a testy mood and I don't want you to test me."

"You should have just said that before you punched me, asshole!"

"Ah, but it feels good to let out some pent-up emotions now and then."

John straightened, massaging his jaw. "I'm sure you're all pent up since Sophia's – kidding!" he avoided the fist that came again his way. "Damn it, Leon. You already left a mark. Punch me again and I'll be telling on you."