School Shopping: Part III
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An R.L. Mathewson
“You’ll pay for this,” Mikey bit out while the middle-aged woman pulling a roll of measuring tape out of her pocket ushered her towards the fitting rooms in the back.
“You really will,” Sebastian, who really should have known better than to try to hide in the electronics department, said from the plastic double stroller shaped like a car that they’d found abandoned by housewares that they’d somehow managed to shove him into.
“I’m starving,” Reese said, sighing heavily and looking absolutely bored while Trevor looked around, imagining Zoe in every piece of silk, lace, and a combination of the two.
God, what he wouldn’t give to see her in that black-
“Excuse me,” a beautiful woman holding a red lacy teddy said with a sexy little smile.
“Yes?” he said, wondering where she found that little number.
“Could you do me a favor?” she asked, giving him a coy look that matched that smile.
“Sure,” he said, glancing towards the back to see if he could find more.
“Do you my boyfriend would like this?” she asked, holding it against her chest.
“No clue,” he said distractedly as his attention zeroed in on a rack of black panties.
“How is Mikey going to play baseball wearing this shit?” Reese asked, drawing his attention back to find his cousin frowning down at a small training bra decked out in lace.
“Tee shirt,” he said with a shrug only to gesture around them while the woman continued standing there, glaring at him. “Maybe we should pick something up for the girls?”
Reese frowned as he looked around only to shake his head. “No need,” he said, shooting him a wink that had him chuckling and the woman walking off with a muttered, “I don’t freaking believe this.”
“You understand that this will most likely scar me for life, right?” Sebastian asked as he struggled to get out of the stroller.
“Probably,” Trevor said, wondering what was taking them so long.
Maybe they should-
“Which one of you is Mikey’s father?” the saleswoman that was supposed to be measuring Mikey for a training bra asked, looking amused for some reason.
“I am,” Reese said, looking past her for any sign of Mikey.
“Is she okay?” Trevor asked as he took in the bundled ace bandage in her hand and couldn’t help but frown.
“Yes, yes she is, but I think that it might be for the best if you let her mom handle this one, because if there’s one thing that little girl doesn’t need,” she said with a pointed look as she handed the loose ace bandage over to Reese, “it’s a training bra.”