Friday dawned, ushering in the vibrant chaos of market day. Grocery shopping, once a solitary ritual, was now shared with Rhys. With our beach house hosting four, the pantry needed a serious reboot.
Rhys strolled beside me, eyes scanning the stalls with curiosity. The scent of fresh produce and saltwater filled the air as we navigated the bustling marketplace. Vendors greeted us warmly, asking about Melissa and Drew. I introduced Rhys, and they welcomed him with open arms, sensing the shift in our household.
Our conversation flowed easily—culinary experiments, updates on Melissa and Drew—woven into the market’s rhythm. Then Rhys leaned in, voice low. “Let’s add something to the list.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t everything we need already in the cart?”
He held up a pack of flour, grinn
