Role's POV continued...

The patience outruns me as I keep on thinking about my wife and when I sort her out, Rebekka tells me that she has gone for a walk outside with the kids and my mother.

I figure that it is a good time to surprise her with some of things she used to like to make her feel at ease and at home.

Even though I am trying to to gauge the reality of the night of the accident and the truth of her past, I want to keep her away from the tenebrous details as much as I can.

And that fits in the essentials of being a splendid husband that I am.

"Sir,  do you need anything else?"

Rebekka asks when we fall silent in between my suspended imagination on how to surprise my beautiful better half.

I shake my head and mindfully make Rebekka jot down the ingrediants I will need to bake a red velvet cheese cake with some home baked potato chips.

They used to be her favorite with egg mayoneese and custard sauce.

She certainly had intricacies full in her lap, defining her and outshining her. And this combination was one of those things that initially made me fall for her.

As every saturdays, she used to hurry down the locale cafe near our college hostel for a discounted price of red velvet cake and homemade chips.

Mrs. Fabiani, the Italian chef of that cafe one day not so surprisingly gave me the secret recipe when she saw me trying to woo Alissa.

Later on after a few days,  unfortunately she passed away but I never let Alissa know how could I bake the same taste as of her favorite chef.

She was so naive that she thought I had the same talent and I let her believe that for years because whenver I did that for her,  her soft moans made me realize how much she loved the taste of it.

My heart swelled in my chest whenever she licked her fingers and swiped her tongue across her lips to wipe out remainings.

God, I love her.

I keep on imagening the mesmerizing memories of my past but feel snatched back in the present when I hear a noisy cough from behind me.

That's Rebekka and other two servants. They are standing with certain ignrediants I demanded and it's affirmative to say that I lost the track of time thinking of the moments I had lived with Alissa when she is still struggling to hold onto her identity apparently given to her by everyone of us.

"Rebekka,  Paulene,  please put down the ingrediants on the counter and can you people give me a hand in baking this thing? "

They all look at each other inquisitively as if I were testing them for crediting them on their duties or responsibilities. Then they give me a concurring look with a slight nod.

"There's no need to worry for you all. I am planning to prepare something for Alissa. This could be done alone by me but it will take time. I need you to chop the potatoes in specific shape that I will show you and please take our eggs, red essence and other ingrediants."

They oblige easily once they think their jobs are not in danger. Half an hour goes by and I message Nickon to make sure to keep Alli and the kids busy outside till I say so.

The dressing of the cake and potato chips is almost done as the whole kitchen smells of freshly baked delicacies.

"wow, sir, you are really a good baker. We never knew that."

Paulene comments and Rose the sous chef specially hired from Rome, says that she cannot wait to get a piece of it to taste.

I smile and instruct them to get some juice and toast ready for the kids while some red whine and already cooked meat for my mother to set the dining table ready within next 15 minutes as I finish off the touch of the cake.

With the help of whipped cream,  I make a big heart in the middle of the cake and a smiley face on the porcelain plate with mayonese to make her chuckle.

After I am ready with the task at my hand, I messsge Nickon to bring back my ladies in and send another text to Stephan to take care of the impending mess of a espionage in my company. He will send me the details later to skim through.

Message to Stephan: make sure to keep him alive, though.

Message from Stephan: Undoubtedly.

I smile at his text because I know what kind of a s.o.b he his when it comes to torturing people. He is mastered at it.

"Sir, both of the madames and kids are in the house now. Madame Alissa is coming this way."

Rose informs me and I hoist my head at the entrance to enquire whether it is true or not and then I hear footsteps coming close.

"Why didn't you stop her? It is a surprise for her. Go stop her now! "

I try to act calm but I am nervous AF. It is not like I have never done something special for Alli but this time it holds a more profound meaning and I cannot afford to spoil her evening and therefore, Rose runs outside as soon as I command her to as I carefully place the cake on a large tray and guide Rebekka to follow me outside from the other door connect to the dinning room so as to avoid Alli from seeing what I have prepared for her.

When I enter the dinning hall, I command everyone to keep silent as the kids starts to jump but they are mt angels and they listen to me instantly as does their grandmother suggests too.

And soon after I hear a roaring angry, pissed and worried call from Alli few steps outside the room.

"Role??  Where are you?? Role?? What's going on? Let me go,  Rose. Role where are----"

Her constant worry comes to an end she sees me and everyone standing around me.

Her walk halters but she slowly moves toward me as I pick up the cake from the Italian golden table and show it to her.

The reaction she gives is priceless as her mouth hangs open a bit and her eyes turn dark but with flooded emotions. Oh damn,  she might be about to cry.

I messed it up.

My heart is about to break as I hand the cake to Rebekka standing beside me when Alli runs and hugs me tight.

I am caught off guard but my arms silhouette around her waist and snug her tight in my embrace.  Her body fits naturally to me, even better than she used to before. Her breathing teases my neck and her lips are a soft caress on my skin.

I never felt this close to her before. She definitely is more expressive now which makes me want to never leave her ever again.

Never ever.