Cutie Pie Novels & Stories

“Well, it’s a good thing I don’t pack light.” With a dramatic flourish, she pulled out three lumpy, dirt-crusted spheres, each one about the size of an apple and wrapped in what looked suspiciously like baked pastry. Micah raised a brow. “Are those–?” “Pie bombs,” Jane said proudly, giving one a little shake. It let out a faint sizzle. “Frieda’s specialty. Flaky crust outside, pure hell inside. Think of them as explosive shepherd’s pies.” Cristobal let out a low whistle. “You really do bake your emotions into violence, huh?”

She asked, smiling. “Nothing,” I chuckled, “absolutely nothing. You're the best.” “Alright, alright. We should order something for that little guy in you, he must be starving.” I chuckled, rubbing my big bump, “yeah, he is.” “Well best aunty's here to save the day. One Choco pie and vanilla pie please.” She said loudly. “Coming right up,” They replied to her. We both chuckled. And a few minutes later our order was dropped on our table.

For the first time since arriving at the mansion, she didn’t feel like a guest—she felt like herself. Later that afternoon, as they washed up, Suzy turned to her with a mischievous look. “You know, if I were you, I’d make him a pie. Cinnamon and apple. Sweet men can resist, but brooding ones? Never.” Elodie groaned. “You’re impossible.” “Just saying,” Suzy replied, her laughter ringing out like sunlight. “A good pie can solve half the world’s problems.” Elodie shook her head, smiling despite herself. “And the other half?”

“It’s from the bakery around the corner, the one we use for special events at the studio. Bruce wanted to make a pie from scratch, but there wasn’t time,” Ritchie lamented. “Mmmm.” Fiona nodded, licking her lips. Tonight, she was not counting calories.