Me Llamo Tokio (My Name Is Tokyo) - A Money Heist Prequel

Chapter 54 - The Happiest Day

Days are running fast when you're happy. Way too fast sometimes and you wonder can't it be the other way around, the best moments to last forever and the worst to disappear in a split second.
We haven't even robbed too much this week, only a small store that was selling all kind of gardening things. From there I picked up some flowers too, that I arranged on our windowsills.
A storehouse isn't the best place to give birth and raise a child, but it doesn't mean that I can't try to give it a little makeover.
In the last couple days all I did was mostly to arrange the stuff around here and try to give our hideout a better appearance. This was kinda weird for me as I never did such a thing, not even with my own place. I used to live in a huge mess, surrounded by clothes and all sort of garbages. Apparently, the maternity awoke in me an unexplainable sense of design and Juan wasn't helping at all by getting stuff everyday and encouraging me to do more indoors activities.
He was trying to protect me, I know, but I wasn't feeling that bad anymore. Actually, the morning sickness episodes seems like they went away and, except for a few strong smells, nothing was making me go hug the toilet anymore.
"The wedding is tomorrow." Juan fills me in with the news while placing a pasta bowl in front of me. "No pressure, but you haven't chose your flowers yet."
"Juan, that's called pressure," I laugh while taking a spoon full of pasta. "Don't worry, we'll get them."
"At least tell Tatiana what you want," he insists.
"Mhmm," I reply chewing.
Also, our food improved as we started going to small supermarkets and get better ingredients. But, also it was okay because I was keeping myself as far as possible from the kitchen.
"You won't, isn't it?" Juan is now fixing me, only there's no sign of annoyance in his eyes.
"Maybe," I say trying to sound innocent.
"Okay," he sighs.
"Oh, come on!" I gently punch his shoulder. "We'll get them, but not from Tatiana's garden."
"But from where?" Juan asks amused.
"From a flower shop." I look at him and analyze his reaction. "At night."
"Are we gonna steal them?" he laughs.
"Yes, dummy! What the fuck are we?" I'm trying to be serious, but I can't. "We payed for stuff the entire week like two model citizens. This attitude is a bit boring for me and since my dress is from Tatiana I want at least the bouquet to be stolen."
"You're right," he agrees, "but I have to talk to Rodrigo. I don't know which flower shops in the area don't have security cameras and..."
"There's no need." I interrupt him. "I already talked to Rodrigo and I know where we're going, I'll show you on the map."
"Wow, you really planned this out for a while." Juan seems pleasantly surprised.
"No, it's not a while," I say amused. "I took your phone and called him while you were showering this morning."
"Smart move," he laughs, "you're learning faster than I thought."
"What can I say, I had a good teacher."
And, in the next second, my good teacher is leaning over the table, kissing me deeply.
Honestly, I can't believe I'm getting married tomorrow. Truth to be told, I've never pictured myself marrying someone. Ever since I left my mother and after that brutal experience with marriage, I swore myself that I'll remain single my entire life. Yet, here comes Juan, the handsome criminal. Add the fact that he's also intelligent and caring and you have the perfect equation that results in Silene saying "yes" in less than twenty four hours.
"I can't wait to go out with you tonight," he says. "It's gonna be our last robbery before the wedding."
"My question is what's gonna be our first after the big day?" I ask smiling.
"I don't know," Juan says, but something tells me that he does.
"Okay, don't tell me," I laugh. "Make it a surprise, as always."
"I'm glad that you got used with my style." Juan is glimmering of joy.
"It's not that I got used," I start playfully. "Just so you know, I'm in love with your surprises, Juan."
"I'm in love with you, Silene," he declares.
"Me too with you."

My laughter reverberates through the small flower shop.
"No, you're gonna do it!" I exclaim.
"So, you brought me here to be a flower girl?" Juan asks amused.
"Yes, sort of," I reply through giggles.
Leaving all jokes aside, Juan choosing the flowers for my bouquet was something extremely meaningful for me.
"Alright," he concludes. "Let's see."
While he's taking a look at the endless rows of flowers, I slowly open the cash register. There are about one hundred euros in there.
"Nah, we're not robbing this, it's not worth it." This is my conclusion as I close the drawer. "It's our wedding and these people don't look like they're having much."
"Yes, you're right," Juan agrees. "What do you think of these?"
There are some white roses, strelitzias and orange freesias spread on the table.
"I love them!" I exclaim. "You remembered when I told you about my favorite flowers."
"I never forgot." He starts arranging them in a small bouquet. "I don't know if it's a good thing or not."
"What?" I look at him confused.
"To do your flowers." Juan seems as confused as I am. "I know I shouldn't see your dress, but I have no idea about the flowers."
"Hmm," I say as I'm getting close to him. "This is what I think."
My lips touch his gently. This kiss was flower perfumed and somehow perfect. We were here, surrounded by all sort of flowers and scents in a beautiful avalanche of colors, mesmerized by nothing else than each other's presence. And this thing was making our night special.
We walk out of the shop when the bouquet is done and placed in a box meant to keep it secured. Because we decided not to rob it, Juan also left a few bills to cover the flowers that we took.
"Oh God, look at these!" I exclaim pointing out to a vitrine filled with cakes from a shop across the street. "How much I'd want one!"
The nicely decorated sweets were arranged in small piles of different colors, each of them matching a hand painted box.
"Alright," Juan says taking out his gun.
"No, wait!" I say a bit too loud. "What if they're gonna hear us and the alarm will went off? I don't wanna create problems right before our wedding day."
"Silene, it's fine," he's trying to calm me, "there's no alarm, it's just this locker."
"Fine." I renounce to persuade him because all the sweets were making me feel like it's going to be the end of the world if I won't have a bite as soon as possible. "But we get out fast, okay?"
"Yes, just tell me what you want." Juan is getting ready to shoot the locker. "And in which box."
"I want a bit of everything," I laugh, "and you can choose whatever box you like."
"Alright," he says in the moment when the bullet breaks in the only barrier that's keeping me out of the promised land of the sweets. "Let's go."
The place smells as divinely as it looks and I can't really decide what I want. This is that type of cake shop where you can spend several minutes trying to decide what to get and still doubt that you made the right choice because there are way too many things that look amazing.
I get a pink macaroon and start chewing it while Juan is swiftly packing some cakes and biscuits. The taste of roses mixed with vanilla makes me feel like I'm eating a small piece of heaven.
I see him putting a bottle of champagne in a huge orange box along with the cakes. Apparently, we're going to celebrate our wedding earlier.
"Come on, let's go," he says grabbing my hand.
I laugh as we're getting out of the cake shop. Two robbers madly in love with each other who just happened to steal some cakes to early celebrate their wedding day. I don't think there was a funnier contradiction than this in the entire history of robberies.
When we reach the car we stop for a few seconds, only to get the taste of each other's lips before running from the crime scene. I wasn't the only one who ate in the cake shop. Juan's lips taste like dark chocolate and oranges and I'm not sure how long I'll resist without wanting to get a deeper taste of that.
The road till our hideout is funny. Juan turns the radio loud and I dance like there's nothing left to do in this world other than enjoy my life.
What I love about this man is that he's making me say that this was the best day of my life with everyday that passes. I'm not sure if I'll ever be able to get bored of this feeling.
The first thing we do once we get inside is to have the biggest feast possible with the stolen cakes. Juan opens the champagne and fills two cups, since we weren't having any flutes here.
"Cheers!" we both say and clink the cups. "For us!"
Usually the night before the wedding is reserved for the bachelor party. It's not like Juan wasn't invited to have one with the boys while I was supposed to stay with Tatiana, but we politely refused and decided that it's best to stay together. Looking around me, I realize that it was the best decision ever.
The cakes taste amazing and I guess my pregnant lady appetite is being satisfied by the explosion of flavors. I can't even decide which one of the desserts is my favorite because I think I can eat till I drop no matter the type.
"You want more champagne?" Juan asks looking at my empty cup.
"I should say no," I giggle, "but, fuck yes, pour it up."
He laughs and refills my cup. I'm glad that he decided to get out of the protective side for a while and join me in this crazy thing. The last thing I needed was Juan to scold me about the quantities of alcohol that I'm ingesting before the wedding, but luckily he was on the good side.
After the champagne bottle is emptied and there are only some crumbs left out of our cakes and pastries, things get the obvious turnout. Juan's lips are over mine while his hands are slowly moving under my dress, getting to the point of interest, my lace panties, or better said, what were they covering.
"Sex comes after marriage," I laugh.
"We can postpone it then," he whispers, but with no intention to give up that easily.
"Mhmm," I mumble, "postpone it from tomorrow to right now."
He laughs on my lips and I can't hold my laughter either. This is going to be a very interesting night.
"Love me like tomorrow is our funeral, not our wedding," I say.
"I will," immediately comes his answer, but not before making me feel the intensity that's about to come with a passionate kiss.
I'm not even sure if it's bad luck or not, and I don't think I want to know. The most beautiful part of all this is that we're together, stronger than ever, without even the slightest possibility that our bond can be even cracked.
It's hard to be in love with someone so special, because in every moment, you feel the need to screw everything and jump on them. But life has its rules too, and as sexual as they are humans can't do this forever, but souls can. Love isn't only physicality. Juan makes me feel loved even with a small touch, a subtle glance or just by saying the classical words. And he can do this because of our bond, because our souls are together no matter what and will continue to remain one with each other as long as we may live.