If you'd like to submit prompts, do not hesitate whatsoever to contact me! The more people help me figure something out, its for the better. I may be slow with updates in regards to school, but I hope you all enjoy nonetheless. This one, as I reread it from Wattpad, does allude to something more, but I don't put it in. In another version, I have, but it's not really safe for work and I don't want to ruin this beautiful series with it so...yeah.

Ceony slowly peeled away the blankets that covered her and her sleeping husband. Luckily, he did not stir as she slowly crept away, heading down towards the kitchen. Glancing at a clock, she found it to only be 10:30. She wouldn't be exact in greeting him at midnight, but at least she'd greet him early nonetheless. She pulled out the recipe to a vanilla cake from her mind, sighing. She had to run to the store the day before without his knowledge to pick up the ingredients, late in the evening while he was still asleep. Frankly, she was lucky his selective insomnia wasn't rampant that day, or she would also have to run to the market yet again in the pouring rain.

But in the end, it was all worth it. Just for him. She wanted to make this specific birthday lovely. It was his first birthday with her, defined as husband and wife. She looked at everything, assuming she had it all.

And then that's when she realized.

She had no eggs on the table.

Did Emery use it for his breakfast while she was doing laundry? Probably. The man suddenly had a craving for eggs in the past week, she wouldn't be surprised.

Ceony massaged her right temple, debating on what the hell she was going to do now. The store couldn't be open right now, could it? She checked the time again. 10:45. The storekeep, Peter, would be closing soon. A buggy would take too long to get here, let alone take her to the store. She thought back to the shoes she had used with the rubber enchantment. She supposed that would have to do. Careful not to make any more noise than needs be, Ceony carefully walked up the stairs yet again and went to her old bedroom, which was now collecting dust ever since she moved. She picked up the shoes from the corner.

Ceony had promised Emery she wouldn't do these things anymore, again, one night while they were just laying in each other's company. She hazily pulled out the memory from her large index of pleasant ones.

"I'm worried." Ceony said as Emery held her in his lap, one arm wrapped around her waist and another holding a book. Ceony herself held one, though her mind had slipped elsewhere. They were just sitting, a comfortable silence wrapped around until Ceony spoke.

"About what?" Emery asked, placing the book down and burying his face in her hair, which was not in a braid, for once. Ceony placed her own book on the table and sighed.

"Magician Aviosky- I mean, Patrice," She still had to get used to calling different magicians by their first names. "Hasn't told me about what she plans to do with the information. It's been plaguing me for a while now."

"Patrice will make the right decision, Ceony. There's no point in losing sleep over it." He reminded her lightly, enjoying her presence.

"That's what I'm afraid of." She responded. "I know it's so wrong, but... I love being able to switch between all these different elements. Even doing it in secret now, it's exhilarating-"

"Ceony." He turned her so she was facing him. Ceony saw the clear cut worry in his eyes, breaking her heart. "Please, promise me that until Patrice and Alfred make their decision, don't do...that anymore. We finally got to a safe point in our lives and I don't want to lose you over something that ridiculous. Please don't. For me."

Ceony bit her lip, "I promise." The words tumbled out of her mouth, despite her probable inability to keep that promise in the first place. She hated how much she did that. She just didn't want to see him hurt anymore, but even then, she'd only end up hurting him regardless.

Yet Ceony really wanted this to be special, ignoring her promise. Putting the shoes on, she went back into the bedroom they shared. Emery was still asleep, a worried look on his face, but he was still asleep nonetheless. Perhaps he was having a bad dream? She quickly changed into something more appropriate to go out of town with and grabbed her purse. Once she felt satisfied with her appearance, she walked out the front door, feeling the rain on her forehead as she looked up. With these shoes, it would take at least 5-10 minutes, opposed to the longer times it would take with a buggy. Clutching the new necklace she had created, she changed her bond to rubber.

"Quicken, times two." She murmured. She would get him that cake. She had to. No damn storm was going to stop her endeavors.

She would never get used to the feeling of running so quickly, her shadow having difficulty following as she ran through the quiet yet drenched streets. Only several people were still up and about, as it was a work day for many tomorrow. She turned another corner and stopped at Peter's store. "Cease." She murmured. She could see Peter counting money at his counter and she knocked on the glass, grabbing his attention. He looked up in surprise.

"Magician Twill!" Peter greeted, a grey eyebrow raising slightly. He put the money down and went to the door, unlocking it with a spell under his breath. "What are you doing here? It's so wet out there! Did you run?"

"Magician James," She greeted the Smelter, "It's Emery's birthday tomorrow. I planned to greet him with a cake, but the man seems to have used all my eggs."

"Of course Emery would." Peter sighed, "Come on in Ceony." He let her in the small shop, stuffing his hands in his pants pockets as she browsed around for the eggs.

"Thank you so much though," Ceony said as she grabbed what she needed, "My surprise would have been a bust if you weren't here."

"Well, Ceony, I'm always here late, you know." Ceony started to pull out money. "It's on the house, don't worry about it. Tell Emery I said happy birthday."

"Are you sure?" She asked, feeling the cold from her exposure to rain coming to her. She shook slightly.

"Ceony, a carton of eggs doesn't matter to me when it's as important as this." Peter said, pushing her money away. "Go on. You need time to bake too." She nodded, thanking him as she left with the eggs, placing them in her bag.

"Quicken, times two." She murmured and once again, she was traveling at a fast pace yet again. She had the slight fear the eggs would break and her trek would be for nothing, but she still managed to reach the cottage unscathed, eggs still perfect- no cracks. She opened the front door carefully, hopeful Emery wasn't waiting for her in the hallway. He wasn't. He must really be tired to not wake up with Ceony out of the bed. Ceony glanced at a clock, it was already 11 at this point. She ran her hands up and down her arms, unable to stifle the chattering that was being produced from her mouth.

Making her way back to the kitchen, she finally had the opportunity to start. She pulled out the eggs and cracked her knuckles, prepared.

When Ceony had finished, it was about 2 am. Not only did she mess up twice due to her nervousness to make the cake perfect and her shaking from the cold, she also was sidetracked by how tired she felt. Despite her drowsiness and shaky hands, she managed to decorate the cake accurately as she would like and she marveled in her work. Not bad for someone who was on the verge of passing out. She placed one single candle and lit it with a match. Feeling confident, she walked up the steps, her cake on a plate.

Ceony paused at the sight of her in one of the mirrors that hung on the second floor.

She was drenched, eyes showing signs of a lack of sleep, her hair in quite a mess; yet here she was, delivering a cake at 2 am for her beloved. She chuckled softly at her appearance and walked towards the bedroom they shared. Ceony slowly opened the door and walked towards the sleeping figure of the paper magician, grinning.

"Emery." She called, holding the cake in one hand now as she shook the paper magician gently. "Emery..." It took a few shakes, but Emery shifted soon enough.

"Mmm... Ceony?" He murmured, rubbing his eyes and opening them. His eyes went from her to the cake then to her drenched clothes. "What is all this? Why are you all drenched? Good god Ceony, did you go out there? You must be freezing." His eyes were filled with concern.

"Happy birthday." She said, a smile on her face. "I um... I took the liberty in making you a cake." Emery's eyes smiled back.

"Ceony, you didn't have to-"

"But I wanted to." She cut him off. Emery sighed, taking the cake from her, blowing out the candle, and placing it on the bedside table. He pulled the drenched young woman to him, onto the bed and kissed her abruptly. He let go after a moment. "You didn't even make a wish!" Ceony joked.

"I already have everything I could ever want." Emery responded in all seriousness he could muster at two am, "I'd rather have you instead of the cake." He said, a mischievous grin on his face, more so in his eyes.

"I ran in the rain only for you to say that? If I had only known." Ceony said, sighing as if it was a bother, as she climbed back into bed, soaking the sheets. "I would have made myself into a present. Much easier than baking and running in the pouring rain."

"We'll still eat the cake," He assured, straddling her. "Though I'd rather have an entree before I eat desert. Besides, you don't want to eat cake with me in sticky clothes, now do you?" He asked in a low whisper, chills crawling up her spine, but it wasn't from the cold.

"No, no I don't. Help me with that then, will you?" She murmured, pulling him closer for another kiss.