↳ 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯 - 𝙖𝙡𝙛𝙞𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙨

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word count; 2450
warnings; some offensive language

The bakery sits perfectly still, shrouded in silence with few dim lights left to fend off the shadows. Heels clicking across the floor signals your presence, making the same old journey to the familiar office you spend most of your time in. A head pokes out of nowhere to scrutinise you.

"Evening, Mrs Solomons."

"Evening, Ollie. Remember what I told you?"

"Sorry," he smiles. "Evening, [Y/n]."

"That's more like it." You drop an eyelid in a playful wink. To your bewilderment the office belonging to your love is vacant, the lack of witty one-liners as you made your entrance makes sense now. "Would you happen to know where my husband has strayed to this time?"

"Afraid not."

At that you cock your head to the side, slipping your lace gloves from your hands and carefully pushing them into your purse. "You two are practically joined at the hip. He didn't tell you anything before he disappeared?"

"I tried to poke at him."

"That's dangerous. Should never poke a bear." He acts as your shadow, following you into the office. "He told me he had something special planned for tonight, a belated apology for working so much these past few weeks. He now owes me a pound because I predicted he'd be late."

"He did mention he wouldn't be long."

You hum thoughtfully and take a seat at your husband's desk. Easing into his seat with a beaming grin, it's always a thrill to take his place every once in a while. On the one occasion Alfie walked in on you lounging in his chair he gave his usual, rumbling chuckle, scratching his beard as he took in the sight.

"I quite like you in my chair." He announced with pride thick in his voice.

Ollie neatens a stack of papers close to falling off the edge of the table. You lean forwards and plant your hands on the desk. "Do you have any work still to do or are you free? Do say the latter because if my Alfie has kept you working this late, I will have another unpleasant conversation with him."

He scratches his forehead, slightly flustered judging by the pink settled on his cheeks. "I'm free." He's always been happy to comply with Alfie's demands, no matter what they entail, but you both spiralled into a debate because the poor boy needs a break from time to time.

"Would you mind staying with me while I wait? Who knows what time he'll wander in."

During the stages of getting to know Alfie, he gave you a tour of his bakery where you were introduced to Ollie. You clicked instantly and became good friends, although he has a habit of using formalities since your man can be more than intimidating.

There was no need to tell Ollie to make sure you're safe in his absence. While Alfie is away, Ollie keeps you company and always has his eye on you, prepared to ward off any man who dares to get a little too close for your liking.

"I'd love to." He lowers into the seat opposite to you.

"You know it's our anniversary next week." Your cheeks begin to ache from your widening smile. Twisting the ring on your finger as the memories of your wedding day flow through your mind. "Two whole years. The time has flown by."