Author's Note: Props to my good friend for letting me use their OC. Check him out on Wattpad. The name you want is VideoCassette. Anyway… on to the chapter!

Chapter 16

Three days later, Penelope had all her things unpacked, and Damien had what he always wanted: real happiness. Oh, he'd always been a happy man, more so before the War to End all Wars, but his fiancé made him… well, complete. He was now in front of a small bakery. He opened the door and stepped inside. "Anyone home?"

A small figure with curly black hair appeared. "Y- yes?"

"I'd like to order something. A huge wedding cake."

"Then… golly you're Damien Thorndyke! Are you gonna marry Miss Penny?"

"I am," he said. I'll give you five thousand. Make it perfect. Strawberry filled and multiple layers. Beyond that, use your imagination… Lennon, right?"

"That's me," Lennon said nervously.

"You've got quite the reputation in town so I came to you."

Lennon looked like a huge bundle of nerves and was shaking like a leaf.

Penelope walked in from the car and smiled. "Did you remember we wanted raspberry filling every other layer, honey?"

Lennon's heart almost exploded. Was that Penelope?!

"Are you alright? You seem nervous."

"You… you're a Pitstop! How can I not be? You're famous!"

"Just take deep breaths… I'm just a person like everyone else."

"You're an angel!" Lennon blurted out, unable to hold back.

"Oh honey-darlin' aren't you just the cutest thing?" She gushed.

When they left, Damien smiled. "Just do what I do when I'm bent out of shape. Think about Penelope."

As a very wide eyed Lennon watched them leave, Penelope giggled. "That probably didn't help."

When they got back to the house, Damien sighed. "God I am so lucky I got to that bakery before it closed. Was I busy or what!"

"Still better than the trenches," Penelope remarked.

"You got me there," said Damien as he plopped down into a plump leather armchair.

She moved behind him and started to rub his shoulders. "You have it so hard, sugar," she said flatly, grinning as she pecked his cheek.

"I know," said Damien, starting to purr happily.

She sat in his lap a few minutes later and cuddled into him. "That Lennon seems awfully nice."

"I think I picked a damn good baker, now who's gonna do the catering?"

"We'll figure it out," she replied.

That night, as they settled into the queen sized bed they now shared, Damien smiled as he and Penelope snuggled. Damien's last thoughts before drifting off, and his dreams that night, were of Penelope and their upcoming wedding and future, and he drifted off to sleep feeling only his love for her. This was what he longed for since returning from the front. No shell shock induced nightmares… just Penelope. His Penelope.