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Ian: The Sauce that Changed It All

You walk down the aisles, searching for alfredo sauce with your daughter in her carrier around your chest.

"The one time I don't Postmate anything, I can't actually find what I need.", you mutter under your breath as you walk up and down the aisles.

Stopping in front of the sauces, you scan the entire display for the alfredo sauce, convinced it is hiding from you.

A store worker rushes by, and you know you won't be able to get him to stop.

Taking your time, you check each shelf, making certain not to miss the white sauce that you are searching for.

Finally, you spot the sauce you were searching for.

On the second to top shelf.

Where you cannot reach.

Not only are you short, you can't climb or anything with Willow strapped to your body.

It doesn't help that the store is practically empty.

Because who else would be trying to make chicken alfredo at 2:30 pm?

Your work hours were weird, so they called for a late lunch.

Just as you are about to give up and go buy some pizza rolls, a man with glasses comes down your aisle pushing a cart.

Not only is he attractive, he also is taller than you.

Perfect.

You act like you are definitely not thinking about him as he gets closer.

Acting surprised when you hear the cart wheels behind you, you turn around and make eye contact with the man.

His striking blue eyes meet yours as you smile shyly.

"I'm sorry to bother you, but can you help me for a second?", you ask the man.

"Sure!", he shrugs, moving to stand next to you, smiling at Willow.

"Can you grab one of those alfredo jars for me? I can't quite reach them, and I need one to make pasta with.", you find yourself over explaining before the man flashes an adorable smile.

"No problem.", he grabs one of the jars for you.

Just as he is about to give it to you, you hear a gasp from behind you.

"Is that Ian Andrew I see?", an old lady asks, pointing a shaking finger at the man with your sauce jar in hand.

"Hi, Great Aunt Virginia.", he smiles at the woman.

You can tell it's a forced smile, and you are tempted to leave the situation, but "Ian" is still holding your jar of sauce.

"I didn't know you had a family!", she exclaims.

Your eyes grow wide, and you blush a deep red.

"No, she's-", Ian starts to defend you and Willow.

"Aww. What's your daughter's name? Your mother never mentioned anything about a granddaughter.", the old woman gently plays with Willow's foot.

"Her name is Willow, but she's not his-", you start to explain to the woman.

"I'll have to be sure and speak to your mother about this. I can't believe she didn't tell me about your happy family. Well, I'll see you soon, darling.", she gives him a light hug before turning and leaving with her cart full of groceries.

"I'm so sorry about that. I honestly don't know what to say.", Ian admits, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"Can I get my sauce?", you awkwardly ask him.

"Sure. And what's your name, just so I can explain to my family what happened.", Ian asks.

"(Y/N) (L/N).", you tell him, taking the sauce from him and leaving immediately.

A few months later....

As you open your Instagram, you notice a DM from someone who you don't follow.

@ianhecox
Hey, (Y/N). We met at the supermarket awhile ago. I was wondering if you'd be willing to do me a huge favor. Just let me know either way.

You raise an eyebrow.

Setting Willow down on her play-mat, you choose to answer.

@Y/U/N
I'll help you out. What's the favor?

@ianhecox
Sweet! So, it's actually kind of dark. My great-aunt, the one you met at the store, is in the hospital. It crushed her when she found out we weren't a thing. I was wondering if you could come pretend we're dating to make her happy before. Well. You know.

You grimace, thinking about the grim reality of the situation.

You agree to help.

He offers to pick you up in an hour.

You quickly change into jeans and a nice sweater.

Putting Willow in a cute dress and placing a matching bow in her hair, you carry her out to Ian's car when he arrives.

Quickly buckling her carrier into the car, Ian speeds to a retirement home just outside of L.A.

"Do you want to hold her?", you ask Ian as you start unbuckling her seatbelt.

He looks unsure as you pull her out of the carrier.

"Here. She's pretty easy. Just be careful of her head.", you hand him the eight month old.

He supports her with his arm as he hold her up.

You join hands with him as you enter the retirement home.

After an awkward introduction to his parents and other family, the two of you leave after saying hello to his great-aunt.

"I'm really sorry about this whole thing. To think it started with a jar of sauce.", Ian chuckles as the two of you sit on a bench outside of the retirement home.

Willow happily plays with Ian's tie as he bounces her on his lap.

"I can't say I regret it either. You're actually really cool.", you admit to him, avoiding eye contact with him.

"I think I agree with you.", he teases.

It goes silent as Ian laces his fingers with yours.

You look up at him, and you give him a kiss.

"I think that jar of sauce has created something beautiful.", Ian whispers as he wraps his arm around you.

You nod to agree as you lean against him.

Hope you guys liked this one! Happy reading! ❤️