Loving Change - Chapter Four

Pointing towards the giant red circles overhead Tyron saw Sam nod in understanding out of the corner of his eye. Together they began the perilous task of getting across the swarms of passersby. Stepping over the threshold and into the shop Tyron flicked his eyes around wildly, not sure what to look at next and unsure where to go. Feeling warmth envelope his hand Tyron cast his gems of emerald down to see Sam's and grasping his own as she led him through the maze of the store without a word. Knowing he would get lost in seconds without her as his guide, Tyron stayed as close as he could to Sam - he failed to notice that he was so close that in fact their sides were together, like they were stuck with glue. Sam didn't miss this extra contact and - taking this as a sign Tyron was showing unknowingly showing that he was quickly becoming overwhelmed by the daunting experience, which she had expected to happen sooner or later - began rubbing circles on the back of his hand with her thumb in a bid to put him at ease.

Feeling her smooth touch against his skin made the so called god blush from the subtle display of affection. Slowing their pace to a leisurely stroll the pair wandered silently between the racks of clothes until the had finally reached the men's section of the shop.

"Now just say if something catches your eye. We can take as long as we like today - until we find enough clothes for you.", Sam spoke up as she began weaving through rows of men's jeans. "We can take as along as we need when trying things on." Pacing along with his hands held behind his back the extraterrestrial judged every piece of clothing he passed until something was able to meet his taste - and standards. A few minutes flashed to fifteen, then turned to thirty, dragging to forty. When her watch told her they had been in the same store for forty-five minutes, and he hadn't even so much as touch a single thing, her patience ran out. Finding the picky man in a corner inspecting jackets she marched over to him. Hearing her footsteps approaching he spared her a quick glance before turning his attention back to the jackets - one in particular to be specific.

"This one," he told Sam pointing a black leather jacket. "I like it."

"Finally!" She wasn't ashamed of showing her gratefulness; raising her hands to the heavens she thanked whatever god there was, beside the one in front of her.

Giving her a disapproving look Tyron then turned back around and shuffled through the available jackets for one in his size.

"Now what exactly?" Tyron boredly questioned with jacket in one hand and the other running through his hair absentmindedly.

Trying to not think too much on how much like a male model he looks while running his and through his hair Sam quickly answered him, "Now to try it on, making sure it looks the way you want it to, and then to go and buy it."

Strutting over to the nearest full length mirror Tyron through the jacket over his shoulders, leaving Sam to pick out some things she thought would look fine on him. She came to the conclusion that she was going to make him try them on whether he wanted to or not - she was not going to be leaving empty-handed.

When she joined back up with Tyron he was turning all different ways trying to see how the jacket looked from every angle. 'That does look good on him. Eh, I might just buy it whether he likes it or not.' Sam removed herself from her thoughts and looked Tyron from head to toe in, what she thought was - the 'very him style' jacket. 'He does look very good in that jacket.' Shaking off any inappropriate thoughts Sam stepped up to him and showed off the large mountain of clothes in her arms. Tyron was going to be trying things on for a while.

"I like the jacket! We should definitely get that one I think!" Sam chirped, happy that something more than wandering around was happening. 'So she likes this look does she?' Tyron mused to himself in the mirror. But then his brain finally pieced together what he had seen: Sam holding clothes. A monstrous bundle of clothes. This wasn't going to be good.

"A what do you have there?" Some small speck of hope in the back of Tyron's mind prayed that it was a pile of clothes for her. But it was a pile of men's clothes - but one can still hope!

"...Clothes." Sam replied looking anywhere but at him. Rolling his eyes the man in the jacket picked up the first item on the top of the pile, stretching it out to scan it properly.

"Yes, clearly. But clothes for whom?" Suddenly becoming quite nerves at how he might react - already seeing the disgust in his eyes while looking over the shirt in his hands - she scrambled for some other kind of answer.

"Umm... Ahh. Just- Just picking some things up for a friend of mine!" Sam smiled trying to cover up her clearly bad lying.

This instantly gained Tyron's interest. Obviously this "friend" was a man from the clothing choices, but who was he? Did the he really have competition for Sam? 'Over my dead body. I'm a prince - clearly she'll chose me!' But there was some quiet nagging voice in the recesses of his consciousness that disagreed. But then Tyron felt something tapping at his leg.

"Don't worry mister! Your wife still loves you. She's probably just being a nice lady, that's all." Looking down Tyron looked into the face of a rather small young boy; bright big eyes, shaggy unkept hair from mucking about, rosy cheeks from running ragged, and a big cheesy grin that radiates childish innocence. 'A child. A grotty, smelly, noise maker.' Refraining himself from sneering at the little beast Tyron backed up till her was side by side with Sam, silently urging her to deal with the little monstrosity.

"Oh, ah, ha ha. Thank you, sweety.", stepping closer and crouching down to his level Sam whispered to him so Tyron wouldn't hear her next words. "They're really for him but if he knew that he wouldn't try them on." Sam threw a cheesy grin right back at the little boy and he giggled at their new little inside joke together.

"Hayden!" A middle aged women trots over puffing and looking tired. 'Poor woman was probably searching everywhere for him.' Sam mentally sympathised with the mother.

Turning around a running towards her at an extremely fast speed Hayden launched himself at his mother's legs, almost knocking her over, "Mama! I was looking everywhere for you!".

"You were looking everywhere for me!?", The mum asked sarcastically. "I am so sorry about him. If something manages to catch his attention then he's gone, every time I swear!" The stressed woman rapidly apologised, praying her son hadn't caused to much trouble in her absence.

"It's fine. It's fine. No trouble. Hayden here's quite the cutie." While Sam reassured the woman that no harm was done Tyron still eyed the child and now also the parent he had come from. 'Are all mortal children like this?', Tyron groaned in thought. But soon a new train of thought came and had him think of children in a different way. 'What will my child be like? Will I maybe have more than one?' Pulling himself away from considering any further possibilities Tyron put his arm around Sam in an attempt to get the message through to her that he wanted to leave these other people.

"Thank you so much. Sorry again for any trouble. Hope the two of you enjoy the rest of your honeymoon, by the way. When was the wedding?" The woman asked innocently, eyes sparking with genuine curiosity.

Sam turned so dark other people didn't know anyone could possibly become that red before now. Tyron was a completely different story. Smirking like he never has before Tyron tightened his hold around Sam and leaned her into him more which only worsened her blush. Tyron was more than happy to give the lady an answer.