Sweet Easter!
An amused Andrew walked along the park on that beautiful and sunny Sunday, and watched with happiness as children and their families happily celebrated Easter, most of them by conducting exciting eggs hunt along the green and flowered fields. In his hands, the blond angel carried 4 small notes, written with a familiar handwriting, and walked towards the phone booth, where he found another paper.
Chuckling, he read the instructions on it and followed the path ahead of him, clearly looking for someone. A small wooden bridge crossed the pond in the middle of the park and after he passed by it, Andrew turned left and then went straight for a couple of minutes, until he could see a huge old willow not far from him. He kept on walking, feeling a wave of joy washing the depths of his soul every little step he gave.
The little angel watched, from under the shadow of the old tree, as a group of children searched for coloured eggs amongst the bushes and trees, hearing their excited laughter filtering through the air. Nature was generous with them too – flowers bloomed everywhere, colouring the day that would be part of many families happy memories. A smile played on her lips every time she contemplated the beautiful senario around her and only a funny sensation of hunger made her turn her eyes from the children to the big clock on the church tower, next to the park entrance. Sighing deeply, Monica now looked at the beautiful package she had been holding in her lap for the last 10 minutes. A small basket, wrapped in a beautiful brilliant paper, with lots of painted chocolate eggs would be a great way of surprising Andrew and wishing him a happy Easter, but looking at them made her feel an uncontrollable wish to eat chocolate.
“... Andrew, where are you?” she murmured, impatiently looking at the clock one more time. But she was so hungry that she couldn’t resist and opened the package to steal a small chocolate egg from the basket.
A few minutes later, when Monica was already eating the third little egg, she heard someone clearing his throat right in front of her and raised her head to see an amused Andrew staring at her with his eyebrows raised.
“Andrew...”
“Somehow I’m under the impression that these chocolate eggs you’re eating belong to me!” he spoke, crossing his arms in front of his chest and watching as she blushed deeply.
“Oh... well... I’m... In fact, they erm... they are the prize for the angel who could find all the clues I’ve spread around the park and... well... I can see you found them all so yes, they do belong to you, you know...”
She looked so incredibly adorable to him that the blond angel felt like holding her tightly and kissing her a million times at that very moment. “Hum... I see... And what are they doing inside your mouth, may I ask?”
She bit her lower lip, even more ashamed (although she was also trying to hide a shy smile), “I’m... I’m sorry, Andrew. I was waiting for you here, watching the children play but then suddenly I had an unexpected wish to eat chocolate, you know... And as you were taking too long to arrive, I thought you wouldn’t mind if I ate a tiny bit of your prize...”
Laughing, he came closer and sat down right next to her, giving her a small bouquet of wild flowers. As she grabbed it in her hands, he gently caressed her cheek, drinking the beauty in her meek features, “You know what? It’s okay, angel... Now they taste even better!”
Feeling her heart beating faster with anticipation, she closed her eyes at the moment he bent his head. A second later, Monica felt his lips brushing against hers, in a loving, affectionate kiss. Andrew wrapped his arm around her small waist, bringing her closer and started to run his fingers through her auburn hair, savouring the sweet taste of her mouth, now even sweeter due to the chocolate she’d been eating. The Irish angel cupped his handsome face with her small hand, caressing it with tenderness, her soft touch making him fall in love all over again.
Only when air became an issue, did that loving kiss transform into tiny ones and Monica couldn’t help but giggling, “The prize was supposed to be just a basket with chocolate eggs, you know...”
“Well, I’d give up all the chocolate in the world just to have one more of these...” he spoke, placing a lock of her hair behind her ear.
Blushing deeply, she lowered her head just for a brief second, “Well, you don’t have to... although you’ll certainly have less chocolate than you were supposed to!”
He let out a small laugher and, cupping her face with his hand, he kissed her lips again, “It’s alright, angel... it’s you who make my existence sweeter with your presence, with your love...”
“The same goes to you... Happy Easter, Andrew!” she said, leaning on his touch and covering his hand with her own.
“Happy Easter, sweetie. I love you.”
“I love you too!” smiling, the Irish angel grabbed his face with both hands and kissed his lips, cheeks and the tip of his nose many times, and held him tightly afterwards, making him laugh once again.
“Oh, my angel girl... You’re my world...” he returned her hug with the same intensity, burying his face in her shoulder and inhaling her sweet perfume.
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Together, the two angels remained by the shadow of the tree, enjoying each other’s company and watching as the children played together, searching for chocolate eggs.
“They’re sure having a lot of fun!” Andrew spoke, permanently running his fingers through Monica’s auburn hair.
The Irish angel was now lying on this same bench and had pillowed her head over his leg, sighing deeply with happiness. “Yes... And I saw it when most of them left the church next to the park, after the morning service, you know. I’m sure they know the true meaning of Easter, even if they’re here now, playing and hunting eggs... I know a seed has been planted inside their little hearts...” she said, with a pleased expression on her face.
“You know... it’s on days like these that I’m quite sure the Father is watching His children and smiling...”
“I’m sure He is... I wish all days could be like this one... I wish that this little lesson those children learned today remains in their hearts and that they live their lives according to it.”
Andrew bent his head to look at her face and tenderly caressed her cheek, “You can pray for this to happen, angel.”
“I do... Everyday I dream of a day when humans will know the true meaning of Easter, Andrew.”
“And as I know you’re a dreamer – a beautiful dreamer, I’d say, I can tell you’ll keep on praying until you see your dream come true!”
She moved her head to face him and a broad smile appeared on her face, “I will!”
“So will I, baby. So will I...”
Andrew bent his head and brushed a loving kiss on her lips, never stopping his caresses in her hair and holding one of her hands, placing it against his heart.
Both angels remained there for a little while, lifting their prayers for that beautiful day, for the future of those children – and all the other ones, and also offering a prayer to thank for their love, which was constantly growing in their hearts.
To be continued.