Cupcake

Cupcake 

It's still the same word, but sounds so different when different people say it.

Genre: Humor/Romance
Published: 10-14-11, Updated: 02-05-12
Chapters: 5, Words: 1,073

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Chapter 1: Vanilla Chocolate Buttercream

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Recipe 1: Vanilla Chocolate Buttercream

She was so soft and sweet.
Like a simple vanilla cupcake with rich chocolate buttercream frosting on top.
Not too expensive to afford, and easy to swallow.
Not too much a burden to your stomach, and a saving grace to your mental health.
She smelled like cinnamon and honey.
So warm.
So familiar.
So tasty.
She always smiled, and never hesitated to said "Yes" whenever he wanted something.
Too bad that was back when she was sixteen.
He lies on the pavement, unable to move or feel his arms and legs. She jumps out of the brand new sleek shining black Porsche Boxster and stands above him. He stares at the huge designer three-carat diamond wedding ring wrapped around her slender finger. "I've told you not to call me Cupcake!"

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 Chapter 2: Sugarless Whole Wheat Carrot Applesauce

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Recipe 2: Sugarless Whole Wheat Carrot Applesauce

Cupcake," He teased.
She blushed.
"Cupcake," He breathed.
She whimpered.
"Cupcake," He whispered.
She moaned.
"Cupcake," He purred.
She melted.
"Babe," He flashed her his trademark 1000 Watt smile. "I thought you are off cupcakes."

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Chapter 3: Sugarless Whole Wheat Coconut

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Recipe 3: Sugarless Whole Wheat Coconut Mango Pineapple

They stare at each other. Cold, fierce dark brown eyes unblinking and unrelenting. This is a battle of pride and dignity. Both of them need to win, and neither wants to lose. Slowly yet purposely the two caramel skinned warriors circle each other, waiting for the perfect chance to deliver the fatal blow. Then suddenly they both move and charge at each other.
"Enough!" Two large, firm Mocha Latte hands grasp the fighting boys by the back of their collars and easily break them apart. Two pairs of angry teary eyes look up at their father's stern face and soft young lips start quivering immediately. The tall muscular handsome man sighs and gathers his sons gently into his arms. One in each arm, of course.
"What is it this time?" His wife walks into the room with their baby boy in her arm and narrows her turquoise blue eyes at the crying boys.
"He called me a Cupcake!" The 5-year-old Manoso twins yell at the same time furiously.

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Chapter 4: Lemon Sherbet

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Recipe 4: Lemon Sherbet 

The 56-year-old beer-bellied, balding Trenton police sergeant's heart breaks into zillions and zillions of tiny, bitter pieces as he helplessly watches the pride, the joy, and the meaning of his life, his little princess, his only child, his precious Angelina Maria cry her broken, 15-year-old heart out in her mother's arms. He looks up pleadingly toward the ceiling of his lovely, cozy, two-story house as if praying silently. What have he done to deserve this? Why does God have to torment him like this? Why does Fate have to be such a mean, merciless bitch? After 6 long, anguish years of standing in the darkest corner watching the love of his life and his archenemy build up a happy fairy-tale-like life together, and wishing the three beautiful little boys were his, he has finally, finally found the right woman, the sweet and kind-hearted Lucy Morticia Fowler, settled down, and started his own perfect, dream family.
And then that fateful, cursed day 10 years ago, at the birthday party of Carl and Tiffany Costanza's youngest daughter Kathy, God had to play such a cruel joke on him: his blue-eyed blonde 5-year-old little Angel met that 7-year-old, midnight-dark-brown-eyed, milk-caramel-skinned youngest Manoso boy, and, unsurprisingly, immediately fell for him. From then on, everywhere he goes, she wants to follow. Whatever he does, she wants to try, too. She sees nothing but him. She wants no one else but him. But, alas, the handsome, smart, polite, and ever so perfect Leonardo Manoso treats her like just another ordinary neighborhood girl. And as if to add insult to injury, of all the girls in the Burg, he has to ask Anastasia Stankovic, Mary Lou and Lenny's green-eyed, wild-haired, not-so-bright trouble maker of a youngest child who, unlike his Angel, can't sing, dance, or play piano, to go to Prom with him.
Silently Joe Morelli wipes a drop of crystal tear away from his tired brown eyes and lets out a frustrated sigh as he thinks of the complicated history between he, Ranger, and Stephanie. Yes, now he finally realizes that pay back can really be such a bitch...

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Author's Note: Mrs. Joe Morelli 

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Chapter 5: Raspberry Swirl

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Alternative Recipe 4: Raspberry Swirl

Joe Morelli can feel a massive headache building inside his already pounding skull as his 7-year-old son JJ looks up at him with puffy teary eyes, sniffles, and bursts out wailing. There we go again. Morelli lets out a frustrated sigh and suppresses the compelling urge to look upward at the ceiling of his small cozy two-story house and whine "Why me?" when he picks up he and Terry's only child and holds him tight in his arms. This is really getting old, to be honest. The 43-year-old Trenton detective tells himself while his son cries his vulnerable soft young heart out. It happens on almost every neighborhood kid's birthday party, and all his friends, relatives and fellow cops never stop snickering and joking about it. He loves his baby boy with all his heart and all his life, but sometimes he really wishes that he could go back to the past to change history and make the brave, smart, beautiful 7-and-a-half-year-old Manoso twins and their mother his.
"What did Carlos and Félix do this time?" Morelli asks his son gently when the boy finally stops sobbing, though he already knows what the answer will be.
"They ate my cupcake!" Joseph Anthony "JJ" Morelli Junior whines and, once again, starts crying.