Cream

“No. Smalls will do.” Alicia opened his wallet. He was ready to pay and not even pretending to play the which is a better value game. Of course bulk made more sense financially. That didn’t make it better for our mate’s happiness.

The teen tallied the bill, Alicia paid, and we stepped to the next window waiting for our order to be ready.

“I guess babies do make you want ice cream,” a different teen than the one who waited on us noted. “I thought that was a myth.” He placed our dishes of ice cream on the ledge.

“Not a myth.” I chuckled, grabbing as many of them as I could hold. “Better get plastic spoons. They taste different.”

At least, according to our mate, they did.

Alicia took the remaining ice cream and the spoons and followed me to the truck where we put them into the cooler.

“You know he didn’t mean our mate, right? The babies wanting ice cream comment.” Alicia held out his shirt that had Papa Bear scrolled across it. Once Clarissa found a place that had them for non- sleepwear