Tightrope.- Trixya

16

Everything seemed unreal. As if it were a too-perfect dream that would soon be over in the blink of an eye.

But it wasn't like that; it was the reality for which they worked so hard.

Trixie remembered as if it had been yesterday when they found that perfect space to build her bakery. It was a dirty place, almost falling apart (which happened at some point, and it made a few stitches in Katya's forehead) and with some noisy neighbors, but for Trixie, it was perfect. They spent countless nights trying to make the place look presentable, cleaning and painting every corner of the walls to make their future clients feel comfortable.

"We have to keep only two recipes, kitten. I know you love everything I do and bake, but I need you for once in your life to concentrate and tell me which ones stay, okay?" Trixie asked before kissing her wife, who just nodded to her request and put on her best serious face. "Well, we have two cheesecakes: one of pumpkin and the other of raspberries and pistachio," the baker explained as she took a little of both with a different fork and fed the blonde, "And two cakes: the first one of black beer and the other of marshmallows."

Katya sighed once she finished tasting and considered it for a few seconds.

"The raspberry and pistachio cheesecake, and although I'm a fan of the black beer cake, I'm more than sure the kids will die for the marshmallow one so that one stays."

"How do you know what I always think?" Trixie asked before kissing her slowly, just as Katya liked, and introducing her tongue into that familiar path that contained an explosion of flavors. "I love you, my sweet darling."

"I love you more, baby."

After that, it was all hard work without rest. The pair of blondes spent sleepless nights as long as everything went perfect, and Trixie discovered that baking wasn't her only skill after all because the decoration was definitely her thing as well. Of course, a lot of the furniture had to be fixed, and the walls had to be repainted. They were looking for cheap decorations, checking in the deepest corners of target or any supermarket just like on the Internet, and definitely didn't regret that because now Trixie was completely in love with what would be her new home.

"Everything is ready, baby," Katya said before leaving the kitchen to find her wife anxious enough to have to calm her down with a kiss on her forehead and a friendly squeeze in her hand. "Hey, everything will turn out well. I believe in you, your skills, and this wonderful team that we will be for a lifetime."

"What if no one comes?"

"They will come the next day, or the day after that, or maybe until the day after that, but they will come."

"What if nobody likes my cakes?"

"Well, then they urgently needed to go to the doctor because their taste buds have definitely been burned," Katya replied with a joking tone but a completely serious face.

"What if they don't like the place? Or if they think it is too childish?" asked the girl in a pink dress on the verge of tears. Her anxiety was beginning to betray her and her head was playing dirty tricks on her.

"Listen, my little flower. Do you like how the whole place looks?" asked the Russian, forcing her to see her in the eyes by taking her chin gently and raising it slightly to meet those little brown eyes full of the tears that broke her heart. Trixie could only weakly nod, but a smile began to form on her face, "Great! I love it too because this reminds me of you. Now, do you feel happy every time you bake a cake?" Trixie just let out a little "yeah," but it was audible enough for Katya. "Perfect! Because I love to eat them whenever you make them; You know you can ask me anything as long as you smile at me and feed me one of your cakes that taste like glory," Trixie giggled a little while one of her accumulated tears finally escaped, but Katya was quick enough to dry it before it ruined the beautiful makeup she had worked so hard to make in the morning.