Peyton nodded as he walked toward Clothes for Tots. “Makes sense, poor kid will probably have a fit if he doesn't get ice cream or something. Won't you, Grant?,” he said, chuckling a little.
The little boy looked up, looking so much like his father. “I can have ice cream?,” he questioned, little brow furrowing.
“If your mom says it's fine,” he told him as Grant held both Liv's and his hands. He glanced at Liv out of the corner of his eye. “It's no problem. Long as you need me. Yeah, I can see why being a pastor would keep him busy, I've heard it's pretty hard work.” Though he didn't want to know what kinda shit they got up to at The Other Church. He imagined it wasn't exactly for the faint of heart and he felt bad for Liv being married to a guy that likely worshiped the town's evil in return for their safety. He had thought about joining him a few times in his life, but in the end, he'd rather fight to the death than giving the fucking evil the satisfaction.
He shrugged. “I ate some left over spaghetti and meat balls from yesterday, I'm not really hungry but I bet this little guy here will be,” he answered her as they entered Clothes for totes. There was a wide variety of styles, more modern instead of mundane little kid. They were nice clothes though. At least he thought so from the times he had come here with Liv in the past. He had watched Grant grow up from a baby into the seven year old he was now.
Grant let go of their hands. "Mommy. Can allllll my clothes be red?"