A Bakers Son

Henry loved his job. He enjoyed the smell of the bread as it baked for the next coming day and he loved how clean his shop looked right before closing time. It was always so peaceful on his own and luckily today is his day to close the bakery. He hummed happily as he put away the last batch and headed out the door. He locked up the bakery, got into his small car and drove out of the parking lot. As he turned, he noticed a small tree bent in a bit of an awkward position. he chuckled as he drove out, recalling the reason of why the tree was bent that way.

“I'm sorry sir! It wont happen again!”, young henry smiled awkwardly as he held the bent tree as if it would help it return to its original position. “Son, its just a small job, no reason for you to speed on over here”, the elder man shook his head but even with the small bit of annoyance he smiled at the young boy who continued to rub the part of the tree he accidentally hit with his car.

Henry continued on his way home, it wasnt that far from the bakery, and thats the way he liked it. He wondered what his mother cooked up for dinner, hopefully there was a bit of pie leftover. His wife was eating for two now and pie seemed to be her cravings.

“Im gonna be a grandfather, eh?”, the elder man laughed, the corner of his eyes crinkling. He held henrys hands wearily, “I will make his 1st birthday cake, it will be the best one yet, im so sure he will love it!” Henry smiled warmly and held his dads hand as he lay in the hospital bed. “Im sure he will pops.”

Henry drove into his driveway, parked and got out of the car. He entered his home and was hit with the smell of chocolate. His mom was probably making a cake. He entered the kitchen and surprised to see his pregnant wife. she smiled as she held out a cake, her tummy starting to show a little more, “Happy Birthday Henry.” Henry walked up to her slowly and kissed her softly, a hand lay on her stomach, “thank you honey.”

“Are you sure you want to share this recipe with me?”, penelope asked, her voice uncertain. The elder nodded. “I told Henry I would make my grandson a birthday cake for his first birthday but I‘m afraid my time has come.” The elder smiled sadly, “I want to share this with you, because he is a bakers son and will carry on the families business.” Penelope nodded and leaned in as the elder baker whispered his recipe.

Henry was surprised as he tasted the cake, it tasted exactly like his fathers cake. The cakes he would make as a child. He looked over at Penelope, his eyes curious. His wife smiled as she took a bit of the cake, “A special cake for a Bakers Son.”