Be My Valentine Chapter 5

Chapter 5 

Yes, it is her dream to marry(in a lovely, spectacular and grand church with a long history, of course) the man she loves with all her soul and all her heart and let him control and dominate their life and make all the decisions(what to have at dinner, how many children, etc. Oh how sweet is that?) while she irons his underwear and takes care of all his needs. Emily Hasting sits behind the counter, pleasantly nods, smiles and exchanges greetings with the readers, and secretly thinks to herself. She dreams to rest her head upon his shoulder and run her hand through his dense chest hair. She dreams to inhale the intoxicating scent of garlic, beer and cheese in his breath when he whispers in her ear in Italian.

Yes, she wants to be his Cupcake. His one and only Cupcake. Soft and moist. Sweet and easy. Gooey and buttery on top. Airy and fluffy inside. And full of promises. A miniature of ever-lasting happiness. Loving. And tender. Yes, she knows all about his past. The trips to his father's(God rest his soul in peace) old dark garage when he was eight years of age. The visits to the back of the high school gym. The adventures in the empty bathrooms. The amazing moments in the back of his cousin's second-hand car. And, of course, all those writings and poems on the walls.

But none of them matters. She knows all along Joseph was a bad boy(and maybe still is judging from what she has learned over the years). His dark past only makes her love him more. The torments he went through. The inner struggles. The pain of being a fatherless child. And the unbearable agony of being misunderstood. He was just a innocent curious boy. He was just a healthy teenage boy. He had longings. He had needs. He was no juvenile criminal.

And she wants to be the woman who changes him forever. With her love. Just like in the romances and fairy tales. She will be the most special woman who lights up his life. She will be the most precious woman who proves to the world that a man can and will change once he finds true love. Emily places a shaking hand on her chest and takes a deep breath to calm herself. She then looks up at the ancient clock on the wall and smiles. She grabs her bag, stands up from her chair and says goodbye to her co-workers. It's twelve sharp. If she drives a little bit faster than she usually does, Stephanie Plum will be dead within an hour.

Yay.