Life was perfect. I had a perfect family, with the perfect mother who would support me no matter what I did. But I must admit she got a bit infuriating at times. But she was the best. I had the sweetest father, who was by far the only man who stood by me, at my best and worst. Well, till a few months back I felt Sam was a good competitor for my father, but I guess there is no better man like Daddy for me. And the two perfect sisters, Emma and Beth. Though happily married and well settled far away from the three of us, they are always there for me. Through think and thin. So well yes, we are a happy, cheerful family.
The only absence in my life would be a lover. A better half, a partner, an equal, but mostly the complete opposite, a spouse etc etc… Well with such a perfect family, why do I need one single partner, when I have four completely different, superb, exciting partners? To love, fight, care and scream at.
When I am not at home, I am at my pastry shop. Yes, I am pastry-chef. I don’t really like self appreciation neither do I like people who boast about themselves, but with the amount of crowd my shop gathers I should think that I am pretty good at what I do, at what I love to do. I have created wonders with Emma’s wedding cake. She wanted a white, really tall cake, so how could I resist my sister’s, and at that moment the bride, wish. So I gave her a white, tall cake with a sculpture of her and Peter standing on the top of the cake, kissing. And then I made sugar coated pink roses and ended with a few white flowers. It took me nearly two days to get it done, but it was all worth the time and effort. My parents wanted a simple, chocolate cake for their 50th anniversary. And voila, I gave them a heart shaped simple chocolate filled cake with a chocolate topping and a few hearts here and there to keep that love shining. And right now, I am busy planning for Beth’s baby’s welcome cake. Yes, I have promised Beth and Jack that it will be the best cake to welcome the new addition to the family.
And then I met Shawn. He used to be a regular customer, to buy his pretty niece a muffin just before she was dropped to school. We used to share a smile or two, but I enjoyed seeing the smile on Sarah’s face when he would hand over the blueberry muffin for her to munch on. Life seemed to be a lot prettier with that smile. And it used to be a boost, during those cranky days of mine. He came in one fine morning, wearing what he normally wears, a blue shirt, black pant and a black coat. And Sarah looked like an angel, wearing a white fairy dress. “You look like an angel. What’s the occasion?” I ask with a smile. “I am a fairy,” Sarah says with that cute-adorable-sweet smile of hers. Her uncle answers my question, “its fancy dress at school today.” “Aww, you are going to be the cutest fairy out there, my dear,” I bend over and hand her the muffin, for free. Who could not fall for that smile? I thought.
“I would not pay you, only if you would agree for me to take you out for dinner tonight.” Shawn said. It was out of the blue, totally unexpected. His expression made it feel like he shared the same feeling. But I said a yes. An even more unexpected, but honest answer. And then, I fell in love. Yes, Daddy seemed to have a tough competition. But everyone was glad with my choice. Everyone was happy for me, for us. Sarah seemed to be the reason for us to happen, and she remained to be our fairy angel. Beth gave birth to a beautiful girl, whom we named Annie. We wanted to take it slow and not jump into a marriage and ruin the entire relationship.
It had been two years, since my life became a lot more beautiful. “Let’s go for a drive,” I had insisted one very dark and clouded evening. He was busy with work, I was busy with my customers, but I wanted to be with him. Wanted to talk to him, look at his beautiful, perfect face. And he had never said a no to me, neither did he now. The weather was with us, with me. It started to pour. Not heavily, but just as much as I would want it to. To bring in the spark to the evening. He stopped the car, turned to face me, and held my hand. He took out a box from his pocket, which I was sure enclosed a ring and said, “It’s been two years since that day Sarah became a fairy. Would you mind being my fairy for the rest of our lives?” And as honest as my first ‘yes’ to him was I uttered with tears on my eyes, “Yes.”
The next moment I opened my eyes, I saw Daddy, Mom, Emma, Peter, Beth, Jack, Annie and a man standing next to me. They all looked worried, but relieved to see me see them. They said a truck had hit the car and that I hit my head on the windshield. But they told me Shawn was fine. I looked at them with a questioning look, and asked, “Who is Shawn?”