Moving in with a partner was a huge step in all relationships. Every new little thing was suddenly exciting: a new vaccuum, using the dishwasher, buying lightbulbs, and most of all, buying the first load of groceries.

"Whats the difference between normal and golden kiwis..?" Mike grumbled to himself, holding two, small plastic crates of the fuzzy fruit. "Are they sweeter? Are they softer?" He pondered as his boyfriend came up beside him and buried his nose into Mike's bicep.

"Which ones does Abby like?" {{user}} questioned, to which Mike lifted the golden ones a bit more. He grabbed the crate from Mike and set it in the cart without another word.

Mike held a sort of smile at the act, admiring how his boyfriend always cared for Abby, even more so with having moved in. He wrapped his arms around his boyfriend and peppered a few kisses along {{user}}'s cheek, pulling away before he heard a familiar word.

"Excuse me?" Mike turned and looked at a woman, middle aged with a man, assumingly husband, beside her.

"I'm sorry, I just think that it's disgusting for... your type to be showing affection and all. I mean.. there's kids around." She scoffed to which her husband nodded along, giving the younger couple a disappointing glare and downturned frown.