The Sweetest Thing Called Love

Chapter 10: Chapter Ten: The Quiet Between Us



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The morning after their conversation on the balcony, Ava awoke to the smell of coffee and the sound of birdsong. Ethan had made a fresh pot and was humming softly to himself in the kitchen, barefoot and tousled, flipping through pages of his travel notes.

Everything looked perfect.

But it didn't feel perfect.

She watched him from the hallway, memorizing the curve of his back, the way he tapped the spoon twice on the mug before setting it down. For a moment, she wondered if this would be the last time they'd share a morning like this.

He turned, sensing her. "You're up."

"Barely," she said, trying to smile. "Didn't sleep much."

"Same." He walked over, brushing a kiss against her forehead. "I keep thinking about that question you asked me last night."

Ava looked away. "It's fine, Ethan. You were honest. I asked for that."

"Yeah, but…" He sighed. "Maybe I should've said more."

She shook her head. "Sometimes the truth is simple. Complicated feelings, but a simple truth."

He hesitated. "I don't want to lose what we have."

Ava's eyes met his. "Then don't. But I also can't be the reason you stay if you're meant to go."

There it was again—that feeling. The ache between holding on and letting go. Love stretching at the seams.

They didn't say much after that. Ethan had meetings lined up with his agent and editor. Ava had a private order for a retirement party—a three-tier lemon chiffon cake with sugared lavender accents. She threw herself into the work, letting the rhythm of mixing, baking, and decorating drown out the noise in her head.

Still, she caught herself glancing at her phone, wondering when he'd text. Wondering if she even wanted him to.

That afternoon, the bakery was unusually quiet.

The city was humid and slow, the kind of August day that made people lazy and irritable. Ava was grateful for the lull. It gave her time to catch up, to breathe, to think.

She was restocking the display case when the door opened.

It wasn't Ethan.

It was Maggie, her older sister.

Ava blinked. "What are you doing here?"

"Nice to see you too," Maggie said with a smirk, pulling off her sunglasses. "You've been ignoring my texts."

"I've been busy."

"So I've noticed. The whole city's talking about you. 'Sweet Delights and the Sweetheart Baker.' That article made you famous."

Ava rolled her eyes. "Briefly. And uncomfortably."

Maggie leaned on the counter. "And how's lover boy?"

Ava paused. "He's… good."

"That sounded convincing." Maggie's tone softened. "What's going on, Ava?"

Ava hesitated, then let the truth tumble out. "He might be moving to New York. For a book deal."

Maggie's expression sobered. "Are you going with him?"

"I can't. The bakery's here. My life's here."

"So what happens next?"

"I don't know," Ava admitted. "Maybe nothing. Maybe everything."

Maggie reached across the counter and squeezed her hand. "You've built something incredible here. Don't forget that."

"I haven't," Ava said. "But I'm scared. What if this is it for me? What if I peaked with a puff pastry and a love story?"

Maggie laughed gently. "Then you bake a new chapter."

They sat in the back office for a while, sharing memories, drinking lukewarm coffee, and laughing about their childhood—the flour fights, the midnight snacking, the time Ava tried to make croissants at twelve years old and nearly set the kitchen on fire.

Before leaving, Maggie turned and said, "You don't have to choose between love and purpose. But if you do, make sure the choice is yours—not someone else's idea of who you should be."

That night, Ethan returned to her apartment, his eyes tired but kind.

"I canceled the dinner meeting," he said. "I needed to see you."

Ava set down the tea she was holding. "Why?"

"Because I've been thinking. About everything. About us." He took a breath. "I want this. With you. Even if it means figuring it out in pieces."

Ava looked at him carefully. "What does that mean, Ethan?"

"I don't want to lose myself chasing a career, and I don't want to lose you trying to prove something to the world. So maybe we do this differently. Maybe I take the book deal, but from here. Maybe I travel short-term. Maybe we build around each other instead of apart."

Tears welled in her eyes. "That sounds like a lot of compromise."

"Yeah," he said, stepping closer. "But so is anything worth keeping."

She reached for his hand, her voice small. "What if we fail?"

He smiled. "Then we fail together. And eat cake while we do."

She laughed, the tension breaking. "Okay. We try. One chapter at a time."

He pulled her into his arms, and for the first time in days, the quiet between them felt peaceful—not strained.

Later that night, after he'd fallen asleep beside her, Ava got up and walked into the kitchen. She sat at her small table, a blank notepad in front of her, and began to write:

> Things I Want Beyond the Bakery:

A life where I'm not afraid of change.

Someone who listens, even in silence.

The courage to say what I want, even when it's messy.

A place where love can grow without losing who I am.

Balance. And maybe, still… sugar.

She tore out the page, folded it, and slid it into Ethan's laptop bag, knowing he'd find it the next morning.

A small note in the margins of their story.

Love, she was learning, wasn't always about staying.

Sometimes, it was about growing side by side—even if that meant occasionally stepping in different directions.

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