“Oh, son of a gun,” she hissed when the baking tin touched the side of her wrist and she managed to burn herself for the second time since she started making the flapjacks. First it’d been the butter and the sugar when she’d clumsily splashed some melted and overheated on the back of her hands and now this. “Well, bug, no one warned me having you would make me accident prone,” she mumbled with a sigh as she glanced down to her belly.
Of course, she was aware it wasn’t pregnancy that stole her famous baking talents but her nerves. She was anxious that soon Cristiano would walk through the door and she’d have to tell him the news. She didn’t think he’d be anything but happy but she couldn’t help herself. This was not in their plans, not yet. They haven’t even been together for a full year yet. She was still trying to get used to becoming a public figure, get used to her life being altered for once and for all, in ways she’d never expected.
She really hadn’t like him when they’d met. He’d been arrogant and rude to her, hadn’t even wanted to taste her world famous cupcakes, and criticized her constantly for feeding people with so much sugar. His eyes had always moved back to her and she’d gotten it into her head that he’d been judging her.
She wasn’t a model, far from it, she liked to think that she was the Marilyn Monroe type, with perfect curves. However, he’d made her anxious and suddenly instead of desirable, she’d felt fat. Cristiano perfect Ronaldo glaring at her constantly, of course she’d grown self conscious. It’d gotten to the point that she’d started screaming at him if he’d wanted to say she was fat, go ahead because she couldn’t care any less about his opinion.
Cristiano hadn’t been staring at her because he’d thought she looked bad or unhealthy, actually, the exact opposite and after her outburst he’d asked her out on a date. She’d turned him down, not wanted his pity but he was one persistant man.
It’d turned out that she’d completely misunderstood the entire situation. Cristiano hadn’t been a dick because he was an arrogant bastard but because he wasn’t quite sure how to approach her. He was sweet and caring and inspired her everyday.
They’ve been together ever since but no one could have possibly get her ready for the insanity that being in a relationship with him meant. She considered herself a rational person but after a while paranoia that she was watched, that someone was following her had gotten the best of her. It’d all escalated pretty quickly.
She’d had to give up the favourite part of her job at the cakeshop, meeting customers because it became nearly impossible to do a simple task such as go to work. First she’d let Cristiano have his way and get a bodyguard for her. The truth was after seeing some of the comments and hate accounts on social media, she had to face that he was right and it was necessary. Some of the people seemed to know no boundaries and she grew a little bit concerned for her own safety.
Then she’d been asked to work from home because of the reporters. The paparazzi had been fine, her boss had even been happy how much publicity their tiny shop would get through this but then it hadn’t been benefitial that all the lines had been constantly busy because magazines, online sites, everyone wanted to talk to her. She couldn’t complain much about it because at least she could still keep her job, even if she had to do it from afar.
She placed the tin on the floor and some water on the cooker so she could start melting the white chocolate that of course was also a healthy version for Cristiano. She made it her mission to learn to bake and cook things that he’d eat as well. Her food was beyond good and it wouldn’t be alright if only her man couldn’t enjoy it. It’d all started with the flapjacks and the cereal bars before they’d even gotten together -she’d really wanted to prove a point- and then everything else has followed and now Cristiano was agitating her to start a company for her products.
