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"Anthony Stark!!" You whisper-yell into the phone. "Where the hell are you? You have two minutes to get your butt down here. And don't make excuses. I know you can make it. You brag about how fast you are all the time!" BEEP. The message ends, cutting you off before you can berate Tony anymore. You sigh and put your phone back in your purse. Tony Stark is late for your scheduled cake testing. If you missed it this time, you would never get another chance. Mr. Burker is the best wedding cake baker in New York. You are completely furious at Tony. He had promised not to be late. You put on the brightest fake smile you have and turn around.
"Well, Ms. (y/ln), will your fiance be joining us today?" Mr. Burker asks. He has a gray mustache and a British accent. He also sounds slightly demeaning.
"Uh, yes. He will!" You say, a little more forcefully than you mean to. Your smile wavers. "Yes."
"And, will that be anytime soon?" He drawls.
"Yes, in fact-"
"You know Ms. (y/ln)," He cuts you off, "I am a very busy man. Half of New York is demanding my time. If your fiance will not be coming in the next five minutes, I'm going to have to wish you a very good day." He says this last part so sarcastically, however, that you wonder why he even bothers giving you five minutes. Your anger is no longer directed at Tony. Instead, you decide that if he is going to bid you 'good day', then you should have the honor of saving him time and doing it first.
"Honestly, Mr. Burker," you snap, "I don't know why half of New York wants you for the happiest day of their life. You are a horrible...." You fumble for a suitable insult.
He raises his eyebrows at you. "Drippy rain cloud!" You finish weakly. He gasps, like he's never been so insulted before, and, satisfied, you turn on your heel and slam the door behind you. You stand there fuming for a few minutes, unsure about what to do next. Then you feel something wet on your head. You look up at the sky and grey clouds cover every inch of blue. It starts to rain.
"Great," You groan,"just what I needed. An actual rainy cloud."
You start to run as fast as you can to a nearby cafe. The rain starts to downpour before you make it two feet.
You feel like crying all of a sudden. Maybe this wedding isn't meant to be. If Tony couldn't even make it to a stupid cake testing...
You rush into the cafe. You order your drink and plop down onto a sofa. You're almost done with it when your cell phone rings.
You answer without reading the caller ID. "Hello?" You say.
"(y/n)! It's Tony. Where are you?!" Tony frantically asks.
"Tony!" You growl. "Where the hell are YOU?!"
"Ooh, ouch. Uh, I've been busy. But! I have a surprise for you!"
"Busy? You've been BUSY?!" You stand up from your seat in fury. Oh, if only he was right here. A knock sounds on glass behind you.
"There you are." You hear Tony say. You turn around and Tony is waving to you from outside the window, his cell phone against one ear. It's only drizzling now, but it's still cloudy. Tony, however, still has sunglasses on. You see him grin.
You hit the end call button and toss the phone into your purse. He should not be happy right now. You stomp out the door and glare at Tony.
His grin remains in place. "Look, Sweetie, I know you're angry!" He hurries toward you. "But you'll really like my surprise."
You cross your arms. "Really? I think I got enough of a surprise when you didn't show up. After you PROMISED."
"I know, I know. But this surprise will make up for the other surprise!" Tony puts his hands on your arms and rubs them up and down.
Finally, you sigh and uncross your arms. "Fine," You groan.
"Yes!" He pulls you in for a hug and you let him. You're still too angry to return it though.
He pulls away and grabs your hand. "Follow me, Dear Lady." He grins again.
You roll your eyes, but allow him to pull you along. After ten minutes of walking Tony slips into a narrow alleyway and pushes open a nondescript door. But before you can walk in, he turns around and blocks your view of the inside.
"Close your eyes."
You raise your eyebrow at him. He reaches up and takes off his sunglasses. You now have a perfect view of his chocolate brown eyes. He knows his eyes are your favorite of his features and that you can never resist them. "Please?" He tries again.
All the anger you feel toward him vanishes. "Okay," You whisper and close your eyes. You feel his soft lips brush yours briefly, then pull away.
"Great, keep them closed!" He turns away abruptly, breaking the spell. You stand dazed for a moment before you are tugged forward again.
You grip Tony's hand tightly as you are pulled along behind him. He stops suddenly and you barely keep yourself from slamming into him. He lets go of your hand. You feels his lips against your ear. "Okay, (y/n), open your eyes now," He whispers.
You shiver, and open your eyes. You gasp. Before you is an incredibly long table piled with samples of cakes. The colors are dazzling and each piece is labeled. There are at least ten workers standing behind the table, each wearing an apron and a pleasant smile.
You look wide-eyed up at Tony. He beams at your expression. "I'm sorry I was late. But, I had to oversee the setup of this. These, my dear (y/n), are the best cake bakers from France."
"Bu-but how?" You stutter, gazing about in wonder.
"Ah, well, see, there was, I don't know, an international cake convention in New York?" He grins at you.
Your mouth drops open. "Tony! The cost-"
He cuts you off. "(y/n), I really don't care about the cost. I want the best cake at our wedding. So, you know, I can shove it in your face."
You stand shocked for a few more seconds. Then you burst out laughing.
"Tony, thank you so much. I love it."
"Really?" He sidles up to you. "So, I'm forgiven? Because I'd really hate all this cake to go to waste."
You laugh again and wrap your arms around his waist. "Yes, I forgive you. "
He smiles and reaches out to brush your damp hair from your face. He rubs his thumb along your jaw and tilts your chin. He leans down slowly and kisses you sweetly. You hear cheers and whoops from all the bakers. Tony pulls away and you grin.
"Alright. This cake better be worth it. We have a lot to eat." You grab his hand and drag him to the first table, your earlier doubts about the wedding completely vanished. You have to find the perfect cake to smear onto your husbands face.