@endlessly-cursed i’m only five days late, but better late than never, right?? and since we’ve both been starving for erbigail content, this blurb should do just the trick!❤️💚
this isn’t long at all, it’s just a short and sweet lil blurb
November 10th.
The day that Abbi was most grateful for, because it was the day that her husband and, as far as she was convinced her soulmate, was born. Ernest never made a huge deal about his birthday, often claiming that it’s ‘just another day’ and that he’s ‘just another year older’. However, Abbi didn’t see it like that.
She made a promise to herself before they even wed that she’d bake a homemade cake for him every year, and now still newly married and nearing their first anniversary, she intended to keep that promise. While it wasn’t easy to make a cake entirely from scratch, she’d spent half the day in the kitchen while Ernest was out running a few errands that she’d sent him on.
“Oh, Merlin.” Abbi sighed, removing the cake from the oven, setting it on the countertop. A simple chocolate cake with vanilla frosting, and a little decoration would surely be just enough, if not more than enough, to make Ernest happy. She removed her mitts and began gathering her decorating supplies. She allowed the cake to cool for a little bit, then began adding the base layer of frosting.
“Hmm…” she murmured to herself as she piped little flowers at the base of the cake, mulling over the thought of adding more to it. “A heart should do nicely.” She smiled to herself, mixing the white icing with a bit of red food dye to make, at the least, a pink heart at the top of the cake.
Admiring her handiwork, she finished filling in the heart, smoothing out any imperfections in it. She set the icing spatula down on the counter as she heard the front door open.
“Abbi, dear?” Ernest called form the foyer of their home, “are you here?”
“In the kitchen, darling!” Abbi called back, quickly cleaning up the small mess she’d made with her supplies, though she knew Ernest wouldn’t be upset with her, she knew he’d insist that he wasn’t worth all this trouble.
“And just what exactly happened in here, hmm?” Ernest hummed, pressing a kiss to the top of Abbi’s head, then one to her cheek as his arm wrapped around her waist. It was her favorite way that he greeted her, and he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t his favorite too.
“I know you don’t think you’re worth the trouble, and despite how untrue that is, you at least deserve a cake.” Abbi smiled up at him, studying his features as he took in the sight in front of him.
“All of this?” Ernest asked, almost incredulously, “for me?”
“That is how birthdays work, my love.” Abbi smiled at him, knowing that he’d be able to detect her sarcasm.
“Best not let it go to waste then.” Ernest smiled, grabbing a butter knife from the drawer.
“Oh, I almost forgot!” Abbi exclaimed, grabbing the small candle she’d meant to top the cake with, lighting it with a match. “Make a wish.”
“I don’t have to make a wish.” He shook his head, “ all of my wishes came true when I met you, cara mia.” Ernest gently lifted her chin, pressing a soft kiss to her lips.