“We all have secrets – big ones, small ones, dark ones, wonderful ones. Some we wish never to tell. Others we hold tight waiting for the right moment to reveal them. The truth is a secret is the most powerful thing and it will always be revealed when its ready.”
I wrote this story in answer to the following prompts:
Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #108 — The picture above
FOWC with Fandango — Smitten
Word of the Day Challenge — Phrase
Pensitivity’s three things challenge – Admonish – Close – Game
Your Daily Word — Fervor/Fervour
The Biggest Secret
Since Alicia and I moved in together, things haven’t exactly gone well. The worst had been money. We scrimped and saved to make it work. Our bed was nothing but a mattress propped on pallets. We lived in a tiny one-bedroom apartment with the smallest kitchen you’ve ever seen. Every sacrifice was worthwhile for the love we shared.
We grew close at university. Although we’d flit between lovers, we’d always come back to each other. We were smitten and the growing fervour between us only proved that. Lately, we’d both found work and things were beginning to improve.
Alicia was out of bed before me. She returned with a pot of freshly ground coffee. The Italian blend was rich and strong, just what a man needed to start the day.
We sat on the bed to drink, her cross-legged facing me with a loving gaze. She smoothed my long mousey hair and kissed my cheek.
“Dear, Alicia. It pleases the butterflies in my heart to see you bright and bubbly this morning,” I said with my hands clasped about my mug.
Alicia just smiled with a warm glow about her.
“Kissing me in such a tender way can only mean you still love me. Which means my morning has begun most wonderfully.”
She leaned in close and whispered, “I have a secret to tell you, Gino.”
I felt a wave of trepidation fluttering through me like a chill. It was not one of fear but of anticipation. “My ears are yours, darling.”
Alicia sipped her coffee and shook her head. Teasing me with that glint in her eyes and cheekiness in her smile. “Ut-ha, patience—you must wait until the proper time.”
I knew then a game was afoot. “You tease me like a silky chocolate bar waiting to be devoured,” I smoothed her cheek with my fingers and kissed her for a long moment. “However, I shall wait impatiently.”
“Good, nothing you do will make me tell you sooner,” she giggled at my narrow-eyed look.
“No?” I finished my coffee and made clawing hands toward her. “Maybe I tickle it out of you!”
“Ahh! Every tickle makes you wait another day!” She admonished through her mirth while batting my probing fingers away.
“You win. Will you tell me before work?” I questioned with an ever-burgeoning desire to know her secret.
“Nope — patients as a virtue,” she said the most devilish yet cute look.
Just then I really hated that phrase. “Alicia you are a coquettish torturer. I will be fired from making mistakes all day through puzzling out your cryptic game.”
“No, you will be a good boy and earn me some money.” She kissed me with an affection filled sigh. “Then the secret will be revealed.”
That was it — I poked and prodded through much of the morning. Nothing I did would coerce her to tell me. So, I left for Papa’s Pizzeria wondering just what I was in for. I felt this was a good secret but it could just as easily be devastating. Papa Cassio would be fed up with me by the end of the day. I’m sure more than half the pizzas I made had the wrong toppings. He only laughed when I blamed Alicia for a customer getting pineapple instead of pepperoni.
“The lady, make a mess of you, ah?” he said with a big grin while twisting his grand grey moustache.
“You have no idea. Please check all my pizzas very carefully,” I told him.
“You no worry. I check very well and charge darling Alicia for all the mistakes.” Cassio whisked two perfect margaritas from the stone bake oven, sliced and served them with a sprinkling of fresh rocket. The great man jested about the secret all day. I was glad at 10 PM when I could finally go home and learn the secret.
The sweet smell of baking reached my nose as I entered our little apartment. “Alicia Bello! I’ve returned home to your beautiful self. May I know your secret now?” I called as I looked for her.
She came from the kitchen wearing her favourite pink apron over her favourite little green dress. “Welcome home, Gino.”
“There’s my teasing angel,” I breathed as she reached to kiss me, allowing her Jasmine and vanilla perfume to caress my aura. Those moments always washed away the trials and tribulations of the day leaving me feeling calm and happy — except for today. “Did you have a nice day?”
“I did. I worked on my project. It’ll be done in six months. I practised meditating to calm my inner child. Then I thought I’d put some of your favourite currant buns in the oven.” she replied.
“My belly will be grateful.” I swooped behind and kissed her neck. “However, my mind is not. It is aching with the desire to know your secret. I beg you to tell me now.”
Alicia laughed into the kitchen.
I followed and watched her remove the beautifully cooked buns from the oven and transfer them to a cooling rack.
“Do you really want to know?” she asked.
“I do. The suspense is killing me!” I told her showing trembling hands. They began to shake even more as she removed her apron and tossed it aside.
Dancing over to me she unzipped her dress and allowed it to fall past her hips to the floor. Then with a kiss on my neck, she left the room.
Like a lost puppy, I followed my eyes glued to her slender, supple curves clad only in a little white bikini. “Alicia, Darling. If you wanted more fun in the bedroom; you only had to ask,” I said giving her an infatuated whistle.
She shook her head. ‘That’s not it.’ She stopped by the bed facing me. Running her hands down her body, she stopped at her waist.
Finally, as my heart raced and my breathing reached a feverish high; I got it. Her belly had always been flat. Now it bore a slight bump. “The buns in the oven. Calming your inner child — metaphors. You’re …”
Alicia broke into the most beautiful smile and nodded. “I’m pregnant!”
My knees nearly failed me. That phrase was the most powerful one anyone ever spoke. I scooped Alicia up and spun her in a delighted circle. “Your gift of a child will be the greatest thing anyone has ever given to me. Thank you, Alicia.”
“Are you happy?” She asked with tear-filled eyes.
“No, I’m delighted!” I told her as we fell upon the bed. There I kissed and massaged her belly. “Now we shall be a proper family. I love you, Alicia and baby.”
Have a great day!