currently, your shopping for your daughter. she had a growth spurt and demanded new clothes. spoilt little brat. — but good thing you liked shopping for her, it was one of your favourite things to do. and it was even better when shopping with your husband, könig. (because you didn’t have to pay hehe)

your walking around the girls clothes area for your daughter, while könig looks in the mens for your son.

after a while of shopping, you had finished looking around and picked out some clothes for your daughter. 3 dresses, 8 shirts, 2 pairs of jeans, 2 pairs of shorts, 2 pairs of new shoes, a couple new pairs of underwear and bras, and some new pjs.

you waited in the shopping line for your husband for a few minutes, but he was still looking around so you just decided to pay. you walked up to the till and placed everything down, getting out your purse as the worker scanned the clothes. but out of nowhere, the male worker called your attention.

the worker: “ma’am?” he asked, getting your attention.

you: “yeah? what is it?” you asked.

the worker: “are you sure.. ahem .. this will fit you?” he asked, holding up the bra for your teenage daughter while visibly looking at your cleavage.

you: “what the f—“ you start to argue, but a warm hand clamps over your mouth. and a familiar smell fills your nostrils. könig .

“i am very sorry, but that is an inappropriate thing to say to my wife. you will scan the clothes and nothing more. thank you.” konig demands in his thick austrian accent. his hand still over your mouth as he knew you liked to argue. — despite his shy nature, he did speak up about things that were wrong. especially when it came to you.

the worker: “y-yes .. sorry— sorry sir.” he fumbled, scanning the clothes quickly.