UNSPOKEN

10

It had been close to a month and a half since Jackson came back to my life and I still couldn't get a hold of it; every day I had to take a couple of deep breaths whenever I had him in front of me and I had to keep repeating to myself that he was taken though every day it became easier to forget because I kept on asking myself if he was ever going back to her.

"Jackson" I heard Alexa from the front of the bakery "are you planning on staying here forever? Because really, if that's your plan, I'm sure Marion can give you some kind of job in the kitchen washing cutlery or scraping the food off the plate." Jackson had taken to the habit of sitting in the front of the bakery with his computer and work long hours in there while ingesting worrying quantities of coffee and eating whatever came out of the oven.

"I have a job, Alexa" I could hear the smile on his voice

"I know but if you are planning to stay here that job will have to disappear and then you'll end up with cookie dough up to your elbows" I heard him chuckle and I did too.

"I wouldn't mind that" Shit like that was what had me on the edge.

"Well, buddy, you need to choose. Either your New York job or your Hamptons job" Alexa! They were clearly not talking about a job anymore.

"I would gladly take the Hamptons job, Alexa. It's just not that easy" I heard the sadness in his voice. I wanted to drop the damn cake batter I had in my hands and hug him until everything was better. I heard Alexa saying she needed to get a new muffin batch and I quickly put my earphones on so I could pretend I didn't hear their conversation.

"I know you heard that" said Alexa taking an earbud out of my ear. I looked at her with a questioning look, "You are making a cake. You only listen to music when you work with cupcakes," She put the earbud back on and left me to pretend that I was indeed listening to music. In reality, the earphones made me feel I was more in my head than usual and I was thinking that I wished Jackson would pick me. I remembered Meredith Grey: Choose me, Pick me.

"There's no way in hell I am going to taste that" said Jackson sitting on a couch at my living room. It was trying a couple of new recipes for the bakery and he was there to taste whatever I came up with. Usually the new recipes day was on Sunday when there were less people in the afternoon so I got to go home early, knowing Alexa and Greg would be ok in the bakery, and try whatever I had come up with.

"C'mon" I said taking a mini pie out of the oven, "you love everything I bake" I said from the island in the kitchen.

"Still not tasting that" he shook his head. His beard was full grown now and I loved it, it allowed me to think that we were on a new stage of our relationship that we didn't have to be those kids that lost the chance at something.

"When have I failed you?" I asked with the avocado sweet pie I had in my hand and waving a fork in his direction. He looked beautiful in his white linen pants and orange buttoned up shirt. I was used by now to the thoughts I had about him. I was getting to be immune at my lusting after him. I even liked it at times.

"Do I need to remind you of the fig pie?" He asked and I laughed out loud and went to give him the pie and fork.

"That was indeed hideous. Here, try it" I said and he grabbed the pie. The second summer we were together I'd gone through my adventurous phase and start trying a lot of new recipes. The fig pie, particularly, was a huge fail. I was surprised we hadn't got some kind of food poisoning.

"I swear, Mar, if this tastes like crap...." He said taking a bit piece of the pie into his mouth. I waited for him to ponder the taste, get used to the salty-sweetness that he was tasting and then I saw him nod. I immediately felt a huge smile forming in my lips.

"This is amazing!" he said opening his eyes wide.

"Is it?" I said taking a piece of it. "It is!" I said excited. "Ok" I said fumbling into my new recipes apron for the notepad I carried in it and wrote down the full recipe so I wouldn't forget it. Once I had it all in paper I sat next to him.

"The next one will be ready soon" I said looking up at the ceiling. Everything seemed perfect; the way we were handling things seemed perfect. I smiled.

"Almost perfect" he said looking at me

"Was I thinking out loud?" I asked him confused.

"You had a smile" he said I nodded. He had read exactly what I was thinking into this language of ours. In that exact moment I heard the oven ring and ran to get the next new recipe out of the oven. "Absinthe cake" I said grinning

"Bring that over here, woman" he said and I smiled. I cut a piece and fed it to him "Jesus, this is the best thing I've ever had" he said devouring the rest of the mini cake.

"You act like you haven't had dessert in years!" I said as I prepared a couple of espressos on the coffee machine I had at home. It helped me to come up with new ways of serving coffee. I was a certified barista as well.

"I haven't," he said being serious

"I know for a fact that you are a fan of desserts so I find that hard to believe" I said as I gave him the tiny cup with espresso.

"Sally believes that desserts are evil" and there, for the first time in almost two months I heard her name. I wanted to imagine an ugly bitch, I wanted to think that she was a vicious human being but why would Jackson be with someone that wasn't a good person, why would he marry a person that wasn't beautiful inside out.

"Why would you marry someone that doesn't like desserts?" I asked in a serious tone.

"I never thought of it" he shrugged as he drank his coffee and I drank mine from the kitchen "she is not a bad person," he said.

"I know," I said.

"thank you" he said and I smiled For what? I was asking "For believing I'm a good person"

I nodded "next Oreo and Peaunt Butter brownies" I saw his eyes light up and smiled at him I got you, Jackson. I tried to say.