Delectable Benefits

Eleven

Christmas holidays was certainly a magical season for the French. Almost everything was covered in white and Anya could imagine herself sitting next to the fire and sipping hot chocolate.

They were on their way to the villa and Anya was taking in the sights before her. They had landed in the airport and transferred to a large helicopter and it wasn't long before they were landing in a private airstrip.

"Have you ever been here before?" Nick asked.

She nodded. "Papito and I went to France to check out their breads. We had a lot of sword fights here. My mother would shout at us and toss us out on our ears when she would lose her patience."

"Sword fights?"

"I was Princess Leia and he would be Darth Fader," she replied with a chuckle.

Nick frowned, "But wasn't it Luke and Darth Vader?"

Anya shrugged, smiling at the memory. "That was the time Papito taught me how to make beautiful breads. I was eight at the time."

"Such a grandfather's girl." Nick said and pinched Anya's cheeks.

Now Anya was looking at the design of the cake. It was like a sprawling jungle with faeries. On its center was a large oak tree and beside the tree was the couple. It was certainly hard work since it was to spread three feet by two feet.

She made the bride and groom choose the flavor of their cake. They chose chocolate fudge cake. The kitchen staff lent her two cake decorators. Anya didn't have problems with the language, she spoke French fluently since she spent a considerable amount of time in France.

Anya began to make sugar crystal bubbles then later jelly flowers. She handed them to the children as treats and pretty much the children were all waiting for treats in between meals until Nick would take her out of the kitchen and take her on wine tours. She would then form meals around the wine she tasted.

It was a wonderful experience for her. When they would return to their assigned villa, she would cook for him. It was everything Nick envisioned, he was content and happy. All they needed was a white picket fence house and two dogs plus a baby. But Anya didn't need that right now. What she needed was to reach her dreams and to prove to herself and to the family that cast her aside.

Now all he had to do was wait.

Nick and Anya were called into the main house one evening it was time for a family Sunday dinner and one of Nick's relatives was tasked to make dinner. "She is kind of nervous now that there is a heaven sent chef about to eat her food."

Anya shook her head. "She shouldn't be. Like what I said. Any food made with love and hope will always be the best kind of cooking there is."

He smiled at her and kissed her hand. "You are so precious," he said and at the same time, the door opened and Nick's father was there watching them in amusement.

"They're here, honey. They are just about to make out in front of the door." Dennis said and winked at Anya.

"Papa," Nick grumbled and Anya turned red.

Dennis tok Anya's hand. "I'm Nick's father, the source of his charms. You must be The reason why Nick is no longer looking for free food from his mother's kitchen. You should invite us every night to have dinner with you." He escorted them to the huge dining room where everyone else was.

"It's my house papa, besides, you and mama might start planning our children's names even before we reach desert," Nick groaned out.

"We always have to look forward to the future, isnt't that right, Anya?"