My Sweets

BOBBY

I look at the logo designs for my bakery one last time. I need to sign off on it so everything can hit the printers. It just doesn't feel right. Something's off.

Jessa looks over my shoulder. "Are you still second guessing yourself?"

"It's like naming a baby. Once you name it, you can't change it. I just don't want to make the wrong decision."

"So you're telling me when we do have a baby we're going to have issues naming it?"

"Probably. Wanna practice making one?" I smirk at her.

"You, mister, are procrastinating."

"True but what's better, staring at this stuff or getting you naked?"

"Very tempting but I need to get setup for my Bra Sisters podcast with Chels. Raincheck?"

I scowl at that. "No. Hell no. We're not so old and busy that we're rainchecking our sex life. Nope."

"Ok. Well just so you know, I'll be naked in the shower in about two hours if you want to come find me." She winks at me as she walks out of the room.

I call after her. "I'm not saying I'll be there because I'm not scheduling sex, but I wouldn't want to miss that show!" I hear her laugh echo through the hall. "Wait! Come back!" She sticks her head around the corner. "You still think I should go with BB's?"

"Yes. Keep it simple. Bobby's Bakery; BB's. Everyone knows you. You already have your Baking with Bobby segment that you're turning into classes. I think it's best, especially since you're already thinking of expanding." Everything she's saying makes sense. I agree with her and yet, it doesn't feel right. "I've gotta go. Go with your gut, babe." She blows me a kiss and runs down the hall.

"Thanks, my sweets," I yell after her. Like every cliche imaginable, a lightbulb shoots on in my head. My Sweets. I run it through my mind, thinking of different scenarios. I say it aloud; "My Sweets," enjoying the way it rolls off my tongue. "Welcome to My Sweets." It's perfect and it feels right. Why wouldn't I name my bakery after my ultimate sweet? She's delicious in every way. I quickly call the designer and ask for more mockups. My Sweets. Practical. Simple. Significant. Perfect.

I'm antsy to get this thing open. I took Jessa's advice and agreed to push off the opening until after the wedding. It's driving me crazy knowing I could get it done before. She's right though. It'll be better when I can completely focus on it without any distractions. I pull up the Christmas bakewear designs for my collection and sign off on those designs as well. Look at how productive I'm being working from home.

I head downstairs to whip up some cupcakes. I'm just cleaning up when Chelsea steps in the kitchen. "I was just leaving but my nose brought me here instead," she giggles.

I hand her a cupcake. "A special one just for you."

"Yay! Thanks Bobby!" She gives me a hug. "Gotta run! Toodles!"

I lock the door behind her and bolt upstairs, stripping out of my clothes on the way. Jessa has just stepped in the shower when I walk in. I admire her nakedness through the glass that hasn't steamed up yet. "You joining me or just planning on watching?"

I open the door and step in. Her arms are around my neck, kissing me instantly. I step back to watch the water run down her body. She smiles at me, letting me enjoy my show, though her eyes roam my body too. I can't believe she's going to be my wife. How did I get so lucky?

"Should I play with myself or are you going to join in?" She bites her lip at me, pulling me from my thoughts.

"Oh I'm definitely helping." I pick her up and she wraps her legs around my waist. My life is heaven.