“Babe,” B/N says as you press your face against the glass, mouth watering at the sight of the pastries, “just pick one,”
You sigh and look at him, “One doesn’t simply pick one.”
There’s rows of cakes, macaroons, cookies, pies, everything. You’ve been unable to get ahold of these sweets because of your profession. They didn’t have this kind of delicacies in the jungles of the Amazon where you had to report a story in the span of a month. But now you were back home and it was your chance to indulge and by Heaven you would.
It’s also been a month since you’ve seen B/N, and there was a low chance he’d say no to your requests tonight.
He stands next to you, hands tucked into his pockets, looking through the glass as well.
“Which one?” he asks again.
“Any of them except strawberry and orange flavors.”
With that he walks into the bakery and you follow behind him, eyes glued to every colorful dessert.
“Yes, I’d like one of each of everything, except the strawberry and orange flavor ones.” he tells the cashier.
You nudge him, “Why so much? It’s not like we can’t come back,”
He winks at you, “You think this is all for you?”
You grab the first raspberry cookie before he can and make a face at him. He pays for the pastries and you walk out of the store with four pastel boxes full of sweets.
Holding a bag with two boxes, you bite into a cupcake. You turn to B/N and hold the cupcake to his lips. He takes a massive bite out of spite, nipping at your finger.
“This is why I don’t share my food with you,” you frown.
You arrive at your apartment, practically his third home after his own place and work. You place the pastries on the countertop and he stares at it.
“We didn’t get dinner,” he says. You open your mouth to speak but he reads your mind, “And no, we can’t eat this for dinner.” he says.
“Order a pizza then,” you suggest enthusiastically sitting on the counter.
“Keep this up and you’ll fall into a junk food coma,” he stands between your knees and plants a kiss on your forehead.
“Wake me up with a kiss?” you grin innocently.
He stares at you, unamused, “That was so cheesy, don’t ever do that again,”
You laugh and throw your arms around his neck. He wraps his arms around your waist instinctively. You lean in and kiss him, “Seriously, let’s order a pizza or take-out,”
“No. I just got you food that could practically give you diabetes in one night,”
You kiss him again, “Give me pizza,”
“Its almost midnight, which place is open now?”
You wrap your legs around him, “Feed me,” you whine.
“How about we make a pizza?”
You sit back, “Never mind, I’m not hungry anymore.”
He smiles triumphantly, knowing you’d be too impatient to go through the process of cooking tonight.
“Good,” he picks you up, “Then let’s go to bed,” With your legs still around him, you wrap your arms around his neck. He tries to get you off of him once he lowers you to the bed but you hang onto him.
“What is this?” he asks with a laugh. You’re still holding onto him with him hovering above you.
“I’ve missed you,” you say caressing his face. He says nothing, only leans into your touch as he looks into your eyes.
"Tell me you’re not leaving me for a good while,” he says.
You shake your head, smiling reassuringly, “I’m not,"
"Good. Cause I’m tired of going to bed by myself."
"I’m a bad fiancee, I know."
"Terrible, absolutely terrible.”
You move your hands up his arms that are beside your head as he remains above you. You unwrap your legs from around him, suspecting this position was uncomfortable for him. Instead he falls next to you on his side and simply looks at you.
The extended silence and his lingering gaze makes you antsy and you turn his face away with the push of your hand. He takes it and examines your fingers as if it’s the first time he’s seen them. He moves the ring on your finger, a small smile on his face.
“Do you really like it? Its not the normal kind of ring,”
You look at the ring yourself. The engagement ring was a band of white gold with small, colorful opals that surrounded the large middle stone that was a diamond.
“That’s why I love it.”
After you say that, he continues to look at you, “How long are you going to stare?"
"For as long as I want.” he says propping himself up on his elbow.
You hide your face in his chest and snuggle against him.
“Don’t fall asleep, you’re still wearing jeans. You hate that,"
"But I don’t want to get up,” you were already comfortable in the spot you missed and were getting sleepy.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he says into your hair.
“Then hold on,” you say. You unbutton your jeans and pull them off. You take off your blouse and find his spare sweater on the floor and you instantly put it on.
You snuggle against him again, “Okay. Problem solved,"
"You’re an absolute genius,” He says with a smile, holding you closer.
He strips down to his underwear and t-shirt, both of you entangled in a longing embrace.
“I’ve missed you,” he finally says. His fingers are drawing circles in your back, chin resting on top of your head. “I’ve missed this,"
"I know,” you have your arms and legs around him, wondering how much closer you two could get. “But you leave for weeks on end too.”
“Ah, lets not talk about work.” you suggest looking up at him.
“Lets not talk at all,” he kisses you as he rolls on top of you, hands on your face.
“There’s only,” you say between his kisses, “three weeks…until the wedding. Be patient."
You wake up to B/N getting dressed. You squint at him in the bright, sunlit room.
"Where are you going?” you ask. He’s pulling on his dark blue jeans and doesn’t bother to change the white t-shirt he slept in.
He leans down and kisses you, brave enough to tackle your face morning breath despite you forgetting to brush your teeth the night before.
“I’m getting you pizza,” he says with a grin.
“You didn’t have to,”
You push off the covers, “I want to come,"
He gently pushes you back down onto the bed and smooths your disheveled curls, "I already placed the order. I’m going to go pick it up."
"Why didn’t you just say to drop it off here?"
"I like a good morning walk,” he kisses your forehead, “Be dressed by the time I get back, I have something planned!” he calls out as he closes the door.
You shower and get dressed, snacking on the pastries he bought you last night. You check the time, it’s almost been an hour since he left.
“I’m ready, where are you?” you text him.
“Patience my love.” he replies. So corny.
You’re about to eat a second macaroon when you hear tires screech outside of the window. You live on the 7th floor of the twenty story apartment building, so you easily hear commotion from the street below.
You look out the window to find that people are starting to gather where a car rests on the side from swerving, tire streaks visible.
“What the heck…” you mumble.
You decide to go downstairs, with nothing better to do and not wanting to miss out on anything.
You exit the lobby and walk towards the crowd.
“What’s going on?” You ask a bystander.
He shrugs, “Some guy got into an accident."
"No,” a woman says, “He prevented someone else from getting hit,"
"Poor guy just wanted pizza,” someone else says.
“Wait what?” you say once you hear the word ‘pizza’. You push through the crowd towards the scene and freeze once you see what’s before you.
There’s a box of pizza on the ground, the contents hanging out on the pavement. Beside it is a bouquet of blue orchids, petals bruised. And close to it is a figure in blue jeans and a white t-shirt laying on the ground.