“Well, I’ve been thinking about opening up a bakery for a while, so I was going through a list of items I could sell.”
“Wait, you’re finally going to do it?”
“It seems so.”
“Does this mean I can finally convince you to start supplying bakery items for the café?”
I laugh because Spencer has been trying for the last year.
“Yes, that’s a possibility,” I say with a smirk. “I need to find a location first, and then we can talk about it.”
“Yes!” Spencer shouts, fists pumping in the air.
That startles Mazie, and she starts crying.
“Oh, shit.” Spencer’s eyebrows shoot up.
“I got her,” Finn says, lifting her into his arms to soothe her. “Is there anything else we need?”
“I packed the clothes and bottles I got for her, along with the rest of the diapers and wipes in her diaper bag.”
Finn picks up Mazie, tucking her into her new car seat before setting her down next to me and Spencer. My heart swells.
“I’m going to start loading the car.”
I make my way over to Mazie. “Hey sweet girl, you be good for Spencer and Finn, ok? And don’t worry, I’ll still be around plenty.”
“We’re thinking of having a little welcome home party for her next week. We may be jumping the gun a little, but Nancy thinks we have really good odds of being able to adopt her. And in the meantime, she deserves a party, so she knows just how many people she has in her corner, no matter what happens.”
“I like that, Spencer.”
“Okay, that’s everything,” Finn says.
My eyes become damp, and I wipe them. I don’t understand why I’m feeling so emotional. I only had her for a few days, and I’ll still see her regularly.
Having her here made me think a lot about what I wanted for my future. It solidified my decision to open a bakery. She also made me think about what I wanted in a partner and allowing myself the time to find someone to share my life with.
“Let me know if you guys need anything,”
“We will, don’t worry.”
My cell phone rings from wherever I set it down earlier. There’s a small flutter in my stomach with the hope it’s Jasper. I pretend to act cool, like I’m not desperate to see who it is.
“We’ll let you get that and get out of your hair,” Spencer says as they make their way to the door.
As soon as the door closes, I’m sprinting around, trying to find my phone. I uncover it from beneath my piles of papers. My brows furrow when I look at the screen and don’t recognize the number.
“Hello?”
“Hi, is this Olly?”
“Yes, that’s me.”
“Hey, Olly, it’s Marcus, from The Matthew House. I hope you don’t mind, but I got your number from one of your friends.” My mind immediately goes to Alex. Marcus is an investor in his video game production company.
“What can I do for you?”
“Well, it seems my husband and I have gotten ourselves into a bit of a jam. We are hosting the annual Matthew House carnival for the kids,but the person we hired to make our desserts broke her arm and cannot complete the order.”
