Margarete Bellefleur Part III

Dear Readers,

first of all, I have to tell you that I'm having a lab at the moment. Because I'm becoming a teacher, I, of course, have also some practical training at school. And now I'll stay for three weeks at a school. Unfortunatly all trainees have to do lots of tasks, so it could be that I won't have much time for posting in those weeks. I'm very sorry for that, but I'll be back soon ;) :D. 

You for sure all wanted to know, what's happening between Margarete and Pete... So here is the promised story! :)

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Margarete tried to behave normal, after she was directly faced with Pete Petite, the handsome postman of Marigold Creek. She just had met him a few times, but never talked to him in person.

"Hello, Mr. Petite.", she said shyly.

The postman smiled, "You're looking very pretty this day!" Than he blushed all over his face and turned around. 

"I have seen you ordered a couch and an oven?", he coughed, than he tried to sound a bit cooler, "I'll build them up for you! You shouldn't do that on your own. They're very heavy!"

Pete wanted to press the hands on his face, after such a statement. Now, Margarete for sure thought, he just wanted to hit on her.

But to his luck, the beautiful woman blushed, than nodded softly. "Tha... Thank you for both of your statements. It's very kind of you to help me. I was already a bit worried, after I read it's a cast-iron oven."

"Of course I'll help!"

Together the bears opened the packaging.

"It's a beautiful couch!", said Pete.

"Thank you. Would you like a cup of tea, or coffee?"

He glared all over his face, "That would be very nice! Yes, please!"

Happy Margarete turned and went into her house. 

While she prepared some coffee, she could hear Pete pulling in the couch.

He was very careful with the cushion and a few minutes later Margaretes first bought furniture stood in it's place. 

Excited she decorated it with the cushions she had bought earlier. 

Pete wiped over his forehead.
"Oh my... I hope it's not too exhausting?", worried Margarete handed over a cup of hot coffee.

"Oh, no, no, not at all!", Pete said, "I'm doing a workout every day!"
"That's impressive!", Margarete looked at her feet, "I... was never good at sports..." 
"Oh, me too!", added Pete fastly.
"But when you are working out every day, you must be good at sports!"

"I'm just doing weight training.", the postman drank a few drafts of the coffee, "Thank you for the coffee, it's delicious!"
"My pleasure."

Pete returned to the oven, which looked kind of innocuous to him. 

But when he started to lift him, he felt the full weight of a cast-iron oven. 

"Are you sure you can do this alone? I can help you! Or I can call Hornbull, the Buttercups are living next to me.", asked Margarete a bit worried.

"No, no!", Pete gasped, "The oven is not more like a feather to me!"

Of course the oven was much to heavy for the postman, but he wanted to impress Margarete. 
When he first saw her, walking down the street, he fell in love. She was so beautiful and gracile. Pete knew: He wanted this woman! And no one else!

Only just Pete managed to get the oven into the house, but when he lifted it to the right place a huge pain flashed through his back.

With a loud curse he collapsed on the bottom, directly in front of Margarete.

"Oh my god, Pete!", shocked she run to him, trying to help him up, "Are you hurt?"
"I...", he gasped with tears in his eyes, "I'm o... Ouch!" 
Carefully Margarete towed him to the new couch and helped him lay down.

"Miss Bellefleur?"
"Yes?"
"I must admit that I'm not doing weight training every day.", he blushed all over his face, "I... I just wanted to impress you, because you are so beautiful and... and I'm just a postman.... But now your for sure think I'm a total idiot... I'm so sorry!"

Margaretes heart started to race. He liked her! 
Softly she pet over his cheak, "I don't think you're an idiot. You're the most lovely and handsome postman I ever met."
Pete grinned, than he cringed, "Thank you Margarete, can I call you by your name? Oh dear, my back is really hurt."
"Of course you can!", she smiled and took a blanket, which she carefully laid over him, "Should I call the doctor?" 
"I hope you don't have too!", said Pete with shock in his eyes, "I wouldn't be able to do my job in the next weeks, if he would tell me, that I must stay at home... Or in the hospital."
"Yes, but it's important to get you checked!", worried Margarete looked at him.
Suddently Pete took her hand, "I'm okay with you at my side!" Than he pulled her down to himself and gave her a long kiss. 

All worries about Petes back were forgotten for a short while, Margarete felt like she was in heaven.

Satisfied the two bears nuzzled close to each other and stayed on the couch. 
"I totally fell in love with you!", murmured Pete with burning cheeks, "I... I hope I didn't say anything wrong now!"
Margarete glared all over her face and softly kissed him, "Me too, it was... it was love at first sight!" They smiled at each other.

"But... uhm... Pete... Don't you think we should go to a doctor?"
He sighted, "You're right. It still... hurts..."


Margarete called Hornbull Buttercup, who immediatly drove them into hospital. 

The doctor diagnosed a small herniated disc and Pete had to stay in bed for the next few weeks. Good for him, his best friend Bobby Roberts helped him with the post and Margarete took care of his well-being. 

After the very eventfull Saturday, Margarete visited him every day in his small flat. She helped him cleaning and cooking and to Petes huge joy, they were finally a couple. 
And it didn't took very long, until they moved together into Margaretes house. They had more space now and it was much easier with one household than two.

Every evening they sat together on the couch, reading their favourite books or talked for hours. Margarete enjoyed the evenings very much and she knew: She had found the perfect man!

"Hello, my darling!", Pete said, leaning on a crutch, while he was waiting excited for her arrival.

Margarete waved, than she kept up a bag with fresh cupcakes, "Flora created a new recipe, she absolutly wanted us to try them!"

"Oh great, I love her cupcakes!", Pete took her bag, "I cooked some noodles, I hope they taste good." He gave her a kiss, "And I used some ketchup to make a sauce... Not very professional, but it has the right colour!"
Margarete laughed about his triumphant look, "I'm sure it 'll taste wonderful!"

Together they enjoyed the noodles, than started to ate the cupcakes. 

After a few bites, Pete suddently cursed, "Damn! It was the cherry cupcake! I'm such an idiot!" 

Wondering Margarete looked at him, "What is it, honey?"
"Flora told me: Not the strawberry, the cherry one!", the postman murmured to himself, "I remember... And what did I do? Ate the wrong one!"

"What is it about the right and wrong cupcake?", skeptikal she liftet her brows.

Pete took something small and silver out of his mouth, "I... I had something prepared... But now it went all wrong! And... And..."
Margaretes eyes became huge, when she realized that her boyfriend was holding a beautiful ring in his hand.

"I've eaten the cupcake, which was determined to be yours! I gave Flora the ring and she made everything right, but I... I... it was the excitement... But..."

He kneeled infront of her, "Will you marry me, Margarete Bellefleurs? I know I destroyed a wonderful moment.... again... But, will you? I love you and I will spend the rest of my life with you!"

"I...", Margarete nodded, "I will! And I love you too, Pete Petite, from the bottom of my heart!"
"Yes?"
"Yes!"

Excited and nervous at the same time, Pete sliped the ring over her finger, "Thank you so much! I was so worried after I ate the wrong cupcake.... That's so typical for me..."
"Typical for the best fiancé in the world!", Margarete smiled. 
Laughing Pete pulled her in his arms and kissed her, "I love you!"

The End (for now... :D)

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...And? Was it too icky/cheesy (don't know what's the better word- I apologize ^^)? 
I hope not, but I thought a little bit of romance after such embarrassing situations for poor Pete won't hurt :D.

I'm really curious about your comments :D.

Many, many greetings,
yours amused Kyra