Infinite Possibilities of Ice Cream 18
From the other side of the grand, bright-red double doors in front of me, I can hear the buzz of many voices.
My parents and friends from school are waiting for our entrance.
Excitement and nervousness fill me at the same time.
Looking at my hands covered in pure white wedding gloves, I feel my resolve strengthen.
Finally, the long-awaited day has arrived. I am about to marry, wearing my dream-like, pure white wedding dress.
There’s no woman whose heart wouldn’t race on this day.
“…yawns”
Despite that, my husband-to-be, dressed in a white tuxedo, standing beside me, is casually letting out a sleepy yawn.
“The reception will start soon. Get yourself together.”
She says, reprimanding him as she lightly pokes his side with her elbow.
In response, her husband makes a pitiful expression.
“You say that, but I was making the cake until just two hours ago. An all-nighter, it was an all-nighter. Excuse me for yawning.”
“No excuses. This is our once-in-a-lifetime moment, and I won’t tolerate any untidy looks.”
“My wife, you’re so strict.”
He says with a wry smile, then lightly slaps his own cheeks to brace himself.
Her husband, who works as a pastry chef, went to great lengths to make their wedding cake at a kitchen they borrowed from the hotel.
They wanted an amazing cake, a three-tiered one that could be fully eaten without any imitation, so it must have been quite tough.
“But well, it was fun to do pastry work that wasn’t for work in a long time. Fortunately, you helped me too.
“Yes, I enjoyed it too. It’s fun that we collaborated before the cake-cutting.”
Though she only did simple tasks like spreading cream or cutting fruits, making the cake together was a very happy moment for both of them.
“I’m looking forward to showing it to our parents and friends.”
“It’s a bit nerve-wracking to show it to your former pro pastry chef parents.”
“Don’t worry. Have confidence. That cake is absolutely lovely,”
She assures him, tapping his chest lightly to lift his spirits.
“If you say so, then maybe. When you encourage me, I feel courageous.”
“I’m your wife, after all. I’ll always be here to encourage you,”
Yes, she is his wife, and he is her husband. They’ve become that kind of relationship.
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“It’s about time. Are you ready?”
A hotel staff member calls out to them.
Hearing those words, both she and her husband straighten their backs.
The wedding song that was popular nearly twenty years ago starts to drift in from behind the door.
Now, it’s finally time for the bride and groom’s entrance.
“Hey, why did you choose this song? It’s not even from our generation?”
Just as they were about to enter, her husband, standing beside her, asked that.
“What’s wrong? Why all of a sudden?”
“Oh, I don’t know, just suddenly got curious.”
“Well… why did I choose this song, I wonder?”
Even though she was the one who picked this wedding song, she actually doesn’t know why she chose it.
She’s not even a fan of this singer. Yet, she felt that this song had to be the one for their wedding.
“It’s very you, I must say.”
Her husband said as she tilted her head, unable to come up with a reason, and ended up chuckling.
“Oh, are you making fun of me?”
“Not at all, not at all. Because it’s you, there must be some big reason that you’re not even aware of. Besides, this kind of reaction hasn’t changed since our school days.”
He pokes her slightly puffed cheek.
“Even you, my husband, haven’t changed much since high school.”
“Don’t call me ‘Danna-sama.’ It’s kind of… weird.”
Her husband frowned slightly, looking uncomfortable.
“Then, ‘honey’?”
“That doesn’t feel right either. Just keep calling me like you always have.”
Though he says that, whether it’s ‘husband’ or ‘honey,’ it’s not wrong since they’re getting married.
“What should I do then? If ‘husband’ and ‘darling’ are both not good, how about ‘darling♡’?”
The staff informs them that it’s about time, and they get ready to make their entrance.
“…Please, seriously, stop it. It feels like you’re making fun of me.”
He rejected her with a genuinely displeased expression.
Seeing that face, she couldn’t help but chuckle.
Whenever she sees her husband’s troubled expression, she can’t resist teasing him.
It’s a bad habit that hasn’t changed since their high school days.
She loves all the different expressions her husband makes.
His playful smile when they have fun together, his serious face when he’s making sweets, his troubled expression when she teases him, his sleeping face—she loves them all.
She has seen so many of them until now, and she wants to see many more in the future.
That’s why she wants to be together forever. That’s why they got married.
Clap, clap, clap, clap!
From behind the door, applause filled with blessings drowned out the wedding song. Now, the reception is about to begin.
“Ah, that’s right.”
Just before the door opens, she secretly whispers to her husband.
“I’m looking forward to the cake cutting.”
“Me too. I’ll be really happy if you smile at my cake.”
They laugh together and step forward simultaneously through the opened door.
-Beep Beep Beep
The dream abruptly ends because of the cheerful alarm clock. She opens her eyes in bed.
Seeing the familiar ceiling of her room, Chika, in her pajamas, exhales deeply.
” …I had a strange dream.”
It was an oddly realistic dream. However, as she wakes up, the details slip away from her mind.
“What was that dream just now?”
She sits up while feeling a little dizzy. She can’t quite grasp it.
But it wasn’t a bad dream. In fact, it was a pleasant dream.
The remnants of the dream leave a faint warmth in her heart.
It’s a mysterious feeling. No, that’s not it.
It’s not a sensation but an emotion.
However, right now, she has no way of knowing the true nature of this emotion.
“Chika, are you awake? Hurry up. Miki-chan will come to pick you up.”
Her mom calls from outside the door.
“Yes, I’ll be right there.”
She gets out of bed and opens the curtains.
‘The morning sun is so bright. It’s probably going to be a nice day today.’
‘Alright, let’s head to school in high-spirit.’
‘After school, what should I do with Sōma-san?’