Hating My Other Half (Jon Cozart)

Chapter 22: Cakes

"WERE HERE!" Our mothers shout in sync, we both burst up. Oh that was the shortest nap I've ever taken.
My eyes were a bit stuck together meaning I've actually been sleeping for a long time.

Jon gave me a small smile before climbing out of the car, oh he's so perfect. I sigh and take off my seatbelt. Can't believe we are home after being gone for the longest weekend of my life.

"Get out here holly!" Jon said as he struggled to carry all of our bags.
He's not the muscle, nor the brains in this couple.

"Don't break." I chuckled, grabbing two of the bags he was carrying with his right hand. Jon let out of a sigh of relief and proceeded to climb inside to our flat.

My mother sneaked behind me, wrapping her small arms around my waist.

"Holly," she put her bony chin on my shoulder, wonder what she's trying to get out of me.

"yes mother?" I questioned, she usually wouldn't lay one hand on me unless it was about how big my hips were getting.

"We have an appointment with a nice in town bakery, in 20 minutes." She smiled.

"20 MINUTES!" I panicked, she stood there with her pearly smile and her arms at her side.

"Give me 5 minutes please." I begged, my mom nodded and walked towards her car.

I ran inside, pushing the elevator button so hard I could've broken it, the doors opened and I urgently pressed the 9th floor button.
I totally forgot about the wedding dress, or me even getting married to Jon. As soon as I arrived on the 9th floor, I sprinted towards my room.
The door was open and jon was setting down our luggage in our room.

"Are you okay?" He asked with a softened expression on his face.

"I just... My mom... cake shopping, gotta go be home in like... 3 hours?!?" I said out of breath, while I changed into clean clothes. I probably smell like pine and dirt, which is the perfect smell for a soon to be bride.

I had absolutely no makeup on, and my hair looks like Doc's.

"Have fun sweetie." Jon kissed me goodbye and I ran back downstairs to the car.

I opened the passenger door, i sat myself comfortably in the passenger seat.

"You look great !" My mom said sarcastically, I rolled my eyes and fastened my seatbelt while ignoring her rude comment about my appearance.

Our car ride to the bakery was quiet, not awkward, but just peacefully quiet. As soon as we arrived to the shop, a feeling of belonging hit me.
It was weird, my mother opened the front door for me. The place smells like lavender and vanilla, is it me or it is awfully clean in here. I resisted to touch the bouquet of flowers that rested in a Swarovski vase in the middle of an ordinary round table.
My mom checked in with the woman in the front, I feel like a princess.
Looking up, there was a giant glass chandelier hanging down from the tall ceilings. This is not what I imagined.

"Holly! Is it?" A gorgeous blonde approached me with her right hand out, I shook her extremely soft hand and nodded at her question.

"Yes, it is. I am holly." I probably sound like the biggest idiot right now.

"I am Tiffany, I will be taking care of you today. Follow me." She said with a soothing feminine voice, I of course followed her into a pink room with huge white couches. This place is insanely huge.

"Tea or coffee?"

"Ah tea..."

"How beautiful do you think you are?" I was caught off guard by her question, and I hesitated to answer it.

"I don't really know." I answered honestly, I've never been called beautiful by anybody other than jon but he's my fiancé.

Tiffany crossed her legs, and checked something on her white clipboard.

"What would you say your theme is? Winter? Disney? Vintage?" Tiffany did different hand movements with those suggestions, they were quite funny.

"I don't really know, we haven't decided on that." I don't think tiffany likes me by the faces she's making while she writes on her tidy clipboard.
I cross my arms, waiting for this horrible interview to be over.

"I think I have the cakes for you." Tiffany said smiling, I can't tell if she's joking or not.

Tiffany leaves the room, I am left in a pink cloud of silence and vanilla.
As I play with my shoelaces, my phone starts to ring.

I take it out of my pocket, it's jon.

"Honey!?" He shouts through the phone, oh this doesn't sound good.

"Hi... Is everything alright?" I ask with concern, hopefully he didn't set our kitchen on fire he's the worst cook.

"Yeah...no." He said quickly. Oh no.

"What's wrong?" I asked, I could hear two pans drop on the floor and a small child scream.

"Jonathan Charles Cozart, what is going on?" I gritted my teeth, on the other line it sounded like a massacre.

"Im babysitting for my sister." He sighed.

Perfect.