"I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU SAY DANNY I AM GETTING THIS THING OUT NOW!" I yelled at him, standing up for the hour I could.
"DO NOT TOUCH THE CAKE!" He yelled back at me, running from the shower, the towel hanging loosely around his waist.
Ermergherd... Someone has been working out, and doesn't deserve cake...
"Okay..." I said as I fell back down onto the bed, and he walked back into the bathroom probably to put some cloths back on. No!
"CAT! CAT GET ME SOME CAKE!" I yelled but she most likely wouldn't hear me, she was off on holiday.
"Tess,you have to wait until it is fully cooked!" Danny said from the bathroom.
"It's just a suggestion not a requirement." I said back to him. I doubted He heard me as I attempted to run to the stove that the servants had so kindly put into our room so Danny would have the pleas entries of smelling cooking food.
"DON'T TOUCH IT!" Danny yelled stepping out of the bathroom.
"But!"
"No!"
"I I just!"
"No"
He unhappily walked me back over to the wheelchair, the baby is due in a matter of days. And I can't wait.
"Just..."
"No." He said sitting me down and pushing the hair out of my face, and tying it back.
"Awesomesauce." I said sitting down.
Ding.
"CAKE!" I yelled standing up as I did. Danny gently pushed me back down and told me to wait.
I don't know if I can wait, I mean it's food, something I've been using to hide the pain from losing Aspen.
"Here you go." Danny said as he put a slice of cake on my face, crumbs falling everywhere.
"DANNY!" I yell unable to do anything else.
"Live." He kisses my forehead.
"With." He kisses my nose.
"It." He kisses my lips.
"Cake?" I ask when he breaks away.
"Here you go." He says magically pulling out another slice from behind his back, setting it down in front of me.
"Thanks." I whisper as I carefully take a bite.
I love cake.
And deep fried peanut butter covered pickles.