73 Memories

The Forty-Eighth Memory

"Psst."

A few more seconds passed by. "Psst."

I sighed and peeled an eye open. "What do you want?"

You rolled your eyes. "Yes, it is a good morning."

I smiled even though I tried not to and repeated my question. "What do you want?"

You paused for a moment before grinning mischievously and hopping out of bed and spreading your arms open wide. "It's cake day!"

"Oh. My. God. What time is it?"

I leaned over and checked the time, but you answered anyway. "It's 7:31."

I groaned, rolling back over. "Did you seriously wake me up for an appointment at noon?"

You stepped closer and grabbed one of my arms, dragging it off of my face and tugging me slightly. "Absolutely. Let's get ready."

"I don't want to get-" the rest of my sentence was cut off when you jerked on my arm too hard and I fell off the bed. "I hate you," I muttered, getting off the ground knowing that I was too awake after that.

Before you could even reply, I knew what you were going to say. "If you hate me so much, why did you agree to marry me?"

I snorted. "I was being polite."

You chuckled lightly. "Well, I'm going to make breakfast. You go take a shower because cake tastes best while one is at their finest."

I sighed and grabbed clothes out of my closet as you left the room.

"Is this the right place?" You asked, pulling into a small little building.

"Emlyn said that this was the best."

"Okay," you turned to look at me and pulled the key out of the ignition. "But Emlyn doesn't live here. How would she know?"

I smiled at you. "She did some serious researching. I literally have like, forty-five different tabs open on my laptop about this place."

We got out of the car and walked up the few steps that led to the door. You pulled it open and let me walk in first, always the gentleman. I smiled gratefully and entered, and was immediately greeted by the smell of cake.

But better.

"Ah, hello children!" A woman with a German accent came out from behind the counter. "What can I do for you?"

You grabbed my hand and squeezed it. "My fiance' and I would like to look at your wedding cakes."

My heart fluttered at the word fiance'.

"Ah!" The lady said, coming forward to shake our hands. "Of course! You just look so very young. My name is Elizabeth, but you can call me Lizzy if that's what you prefer."

"Hello Lizzy," I smiled.

She returned my smile with a wider one. "Follow me to look at wedding cakes. I have a list back here," she said, leading us through a door, "that has each and every flavor on it."

"Sounds awesome," you said, and Elizabeth and I laughed.

We ended up tasting at least eighteen cakes before you knew which one you wanted, and I knew the one I wanted.

"Okay, children, on the count of three, say your favorite flavor. One, two, three!"

"Red Velvet!" You told me.

"Hazelnut Almond!" I shouted at the same time.

"I thought we would be on the same page," you pouted.

"There is no need to be 'on the same page' here, young ones. I'll make you a half and half. It will swirl together in the middle and-"

You cut Lizzy off with wide eyes. "You'd do that for us?"

"Of course," she nodded, saying it like it was obvious. "I'd do anything for young love." 

Fun fact, dear readers, I've never tried either of those flavors, but when I googled 'cake flavors' those two stood out the most. So that's what you get. Comment your favorite flavor of cake!

Toodles!