Contract War

Chapter 6

"I'm so sorry we're late Macy," I apologised to the nice woman who owned the small but amazing bakery and was also the one baking and designing my wedding cake.

"Oh don't worry dear, you guys just sit there and I'll bring the cakes." She said as she pointed to a table that was next to the window.

Five minutes later she appeared and set plates with different cake slices in front of us.

I moaned as I set the soft and lovely chocolate cake in my mouth and immediately began to ask myself when was the last time I had chocolate.

"I've already made my decision...chocolate...definitely chocolate."

"Are you sure? 'Cause I really think you should taste this strawberry-red velvet," said Derek who sat across from me.

"I'm the bride, so I'm choosing my wedding cake's flavour Derek,"

"Wait, so what does the groom get to choose?"

"Dunno," I shrugged. "Your suit?"

"And my shoes?" He questioned whilst he scratched his chin.

"Well it's pretty obvious that the shoes you will be wearing will be formal and most probably black."

"Oh. Well that's a bummer...I was really planning on wearing my favourite pair of Nikes," he said with a serious and kinda sad expression on his face.

I swatted his shoulder with the back of my hand making him yelp.

"What about you Johnny? Which flavour do you think I should pick?"
 
We both looked at Johnny who sat in the chair facing the window. He had chocolate and strawberry cream smeared on his face and all over his school uniform -even on the khaki pants- and he cocked his head to the side with a confused expression on his face, clearly showing that he had been paying more attention to the slices of cake on his plate and not the conversation. Derek and I laughed.

"Chocolate and strawberry-red velvet it is, kiddo." I leaned closer to him to press a kiss on his head.

I called Macy over to tell her which flavour I had picked and the 3 of us stood up to leave.

"Thank you so much Macy," I said as I gave her a hug.

"Don't thank me dear. It's an honour to be baking your wedding cake,"

We exited the cute bakery and Derek drove us home.

"You tired buddy?" He asked Johnny as he looked at him from the rearview mirror.

"Jetlag," the sleepy Johnny mumbled.

I turned in my seat to take a look at Johnny who was dozing off in the backseat and smiled, silently wondering where he had learnt that word which was quite a big word for a child his age.

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"Good morning little guy," I greeted Johnny who sat on a bar stool at the kitchen island with a plate of toast, eggs and bacon in front of him.

"Good morning Tu,"

I ruffled his curly hair and noticed that it was a bit wet.

Please tell me he didn't sneak out to go swimming early in the morning again.

I narrowed my eyes at him."Johnny, why is your hair wet?"

"I just thought if I wanted to come with you to see your dress then I would have to be ready very early, so I asked Paula to give me a bath." He finished with a shrug of his small shoulders.

I stared at him, shocked. "I see someone woke up on the smartest side of his bed today,"

Johnny gave me a toothy grin and continued to eat his breakfast. Derek who sat beside Johnny waved his hand with an annoyed look on his face.