under the mistletoe

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧

chapter fourteen
didn't really followed the speech

While I was in the middle of wiping the dishes with Janet, Myron came down the stairs and told me to go to the balcony with a big smile.

I open the balcony's door and was met with sprakling fairy lights.

I felt a light tap on my shoulder and when I turned to the side, I saw soccer dude standing there a small bouquet in his hands.

"Hello, my lady," he says while handing me the flowers.

I accepted them with a giggle.

He held my hand a brought me to the railing, where I could see the stars in the sky twinkling.

"Be proud of yourself. This is really romantic."

"Oh, thank God," he said, letting out a sigh.

"Is this what you were setting up when you and your father vanished?" I said, teasingly.

"Nope. This was done yesterday. I was preparing for this," he clears his throat, "bakery girl, whose name I still don't know, I know we've met only a month ago and I really don't want to sound cheesy but I immediately felt a connection with you. So I just want to say that, you're the most special girl ever. Like, you're a freaking diamond. And all this leaves me to ask you one question that I've been dying to ask since you handed me that bag of those amazing cookies," he paused for a few seconds to catch his breath and compose himself.

"Will you be my girlfriend, bakery girl?" he asks, looking in my eyes.

"Yes, soccer dude. I will," I said, smiling at him.

"Though, I think you didn't really followed the speech you practiced."

"No, not really. How'd you know?" he asked me while smiling.

"Because this one sounds more you," I say before grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him into a kiss.

His hands slowly found a way to my waist as my fingers found their way to his hair.

Our lips moved in a rhythmic movement. It was like as if our lips memorised the rhythm.

Our eyes were closed, feeling the pleasure of having each other.

We slowly pulled away, our eyes slowly opening after.

"I feel like we're missing something about each other," he whispers, smiling at me.

"What is it?"

"What's your name, bakery girl?" he asks, poking his head to the side.

"My name is Yvonne. Yvonne Ann."

"And my name is Ezra. Ezra Kai. Short for Kailon," he responds before he continues, "but you know what?"

"What?"

"Bakery girl suits you better. Because you know, I gav─"

I cut him off with a kiss and pulled back.

"And soccer dude suits you better."

Our conversation was then interrupted by a round of applause.

We broke the kiss and turned to see my nana and his parents standing there together.

"Before you asked, I knew about his earlier than you! It was all a plan!" nana says, sticking her tongue out at me.

We all giggled at her sillyness before soccer dude, or Ezra, pushed my face to look at him with his index finger.

"I love you, bakery girl."

"I love you too, soccer dude."

"And to think this all started under the mistletoe at Mr Carls shop."

We both let out a few chuckles.

We were just looking at each other, not being able to believe that we were a couple, before I broke the silence.

" 'We met in a bakery.', that sounds cute." We both smile at that.

"Look at that. You're already thinking about marrying me."

"Alright, I think that's enough. The adults are here. Oh and boy, don't you even try stealing her away from me!" nana exclaims.

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merry christmas!!