by Jossy
(Iowa)
The Cake!
My fiance and I aren't a very romantic couple, but I've been bugging him to marry me since we were in high school.
It was two days before my twentieth birthday, and my mother had invited us both to go to Des Moines for a birthday party for my brother and me (our birthdays are close).
My boyfriend declined. He told me he had some family things to do. I was gone all day and got home quite late. When I walked in, there was nothing out of place, he was in his usual spot at the computer.
I was famished, so I asked him if we had anything to eat. He shrugged and said "I don't know, look in the fridge."
Completely unsuspecting, I opened the fridge and there, on the bottom shelf was a one layer red velvet cake with the words Will You Marry Me? and a smiley face.
I screamed and started crying, it was so unexpected. When I turned around and ran to him he had the ring box out, with the most beautiful little diamond ring inside. Of course I said yes!
Anyway it turns out the 'family things' he was doing was baking and decorating the cake. He had recruited his brother and our roommates girlfriend had taught him how to pipe that afternoon.
The day before he had gone to Iowa City to pick up the supplies and ring. I never suspected because he never bakes. It was the best birthday/proposal cake I had ever eaten!
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