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Sportacus stared in horror at the empty plate in front of Robbie. Apart from a few streaks of frosting, the plate is clean. Bare. The whole cake was gone. Robbie sat before the plate, licking the fingers of his right hand and humming happily.
“Did you just... eat the entire cake?” Sportacus asked, pointing at the plate.
“Yes?” Robbie sat up, “Did you want me to wait until you got back? You said it was for me and I know you weren’t going to eat any so...”
Sportacus wasn’t sure how to tell Robbie there had been an engagement ring in there.
Two months ago, Sportacus had bought the ring and hidden it in his airship, unable to muster the courage to do anything with it. He had broken down and told the kids about the ring that morning. They had instantly come up with five or six ideas and offered to help Sportacus. He was all too happy to accept. They had made the cake, put the ring inside, and left him to wait for Robbie with smiles and ‘’good luck!’s. Sportacus had walked out after giving the cake to Robbie, his nerves not wanting him in the room when Robbie discovered the ring. Except now...
Robbie stood up. “Are you okay?”
Sportacus nodded, trying not to look miserable, “Do you remember finding anything in the cake by any chance?”
“Like what?”
“Like, a stray piece of candy the kids dropped in or a measuring spoon or... just something you wouldn’t normally find in a cake.”
With a thoughtful hum, Robbie picked up a napkin and began wiping the corners of his mouth with his left hand, “Now that you mention it...” he said, “I do.”
Sportacus stared at Robbie’s hand. There, on his finger, was the ring.
“You— you found it and didn’t say anything?!”
“You left the room, you coward! What was I supposed to do?!”
“Can you blame me? This is terrifying!”
“Yes it is!”
Sportacus threw up his hands in exasperation even as a big grin appeared on his face, “So? What is your answer?”
“What’s my- You think I’d be wearing this if the answer was no?!” Robbie said with a slightly hysterical laugh, “Come on, Sportadork, ask me nicely.”
Tears were already forming at the corner of Sportacus’ eyes as he stepped forward and got down on one knee, “Robbie Rotten will you—”
“You know what, nevermind,” Robbie grabbed him by the vest and pulled him up for a kiss.
On the other side of room, a very Ziggy-sounding voice asked loudly, “So is that a yes?!” Four voices shushed him and two newly engaged men stared at each other as they realized they had an audience.