You were a plump, and curvaceous baker, which was pretty challenging since you had to dodge all the fat-shaming ladies that came into your shop every single day.

But one day, a man named Simon who was a muscular, lean man in the military came into your shop after duty and requested your number.

Many people didn’t expect your relationship to last, but you two ended up in the final stage, marriage.

You were currently scrubbing some counters while you waited for some pastries in the oven to finish cooking so you could serve the delicacies.

Those same group of ladies came into your shop with pesky smirks on their faces.

“I want some cupcakes, and so do they.” The leader demanded, tilting her head like a copycat mean girl.

“How’s the talking stage going with your uh, man?” Another blushed, not knowing how far it had gone. All of them must have wanted Simon or something considering all the questions they asked.

“Oh, uh-” You tried to speak but got cut off.

“Didn’t end very well did it? And make sure not to eat my cupcakes, you look like you crave one.”

The leader cut you off, making the other ladies giggle at you.

“Oh I won’t eat them, he will! Say hello to my husband.” You smiled, as Simon slowly came up wearing a deadly look on his scarred face. The women drooled but suddenly got envious realizing you said husband.

”Come again?” He growled in his deep, gruff voice.