The Little Flower Shop by the Sea

by Ali McNamara

It was just like the words in the heart that Will and I had carved underneath the desk in the little flower shop so many years ago.

  As I’m staring down at the sand I see a person emerge on to the beach below.

  Jake.

  ‘You made it then?’ he asks as he climbs up on to the ledge next to me. He takes my hand as I move away from the edge of the cliff.

  ‘You did that?’ I ask, pointing down towards the tiny beach in astonishment. ‘The heart – it’s just like the one under the desk in Daisy Chain.’

  ‘I know. I knew how much that meant to you, and I wanted to do something equally special to show how much you mean to me.’

  Jake removes the posy I still have clutched in my hands, and lays it down on the stone ledge with the others, then he takes hold of both my hands, and turns me to face him.

  ‘If you didn’t know it before, I’m in love with you, Poppy Carmichael,’ he says, his dark eyes gazing down into mine. ‘Every feisty, argumentative, brave, loving, wonderful part of you.’

  ‘Really?’

  ‘Of course,’ Jake says, smiling. ‘I’ve loved you since the day you pushed yourself into my van looking like a drowned rat.’

  ‘I hardly think —’ I begin, but he renders me speechless by putting his finger gently to my mouth, which he then quickly replaces with his lips.

  ‘I’m not very good with words, Poppy,’ Jake says when he finally removes his lips from mine. ‘I’ve been wanting to tell you properly for so long how I felt, but it never seemed the right time. There was always something in our way.’

  ‘I disagree,’ I tell him, and I see his face fall. ‘I think you can be pretty amazing with words. You’ve said some lovely things to me since I’ve known you.’

  Jake smiles with relief.

  ‘And I knew all this was you,’ I tell him, gesturing to the posies on the ledge. ‘Well, I desperately hoped it was. But why all the flowers?’

  ‘You were OK with them then?’ he asks. ‘I wondered if I was doing the right thing, sending you flowers – given your past issues. But they all had such wonderful meanings, and could say everything I was finding it difficult to.’

  ‘The language of flowers,’ I say, thinking about Amber and the books. ‘Who would ever have thought when I came here to St Felix, that flowers, the one thing that gave me the most grief, would be the thing that would remedy all my troubles?’

  ‘You’re right,’ Jake agrees. ‘It does seem pretty odd.’

  ‘There were no roses in my special bouquets though?’

  Jake shakes his head. ‘No, I thought that might be pushing things a bit too far. I know you’re fine with them now, but they will never be your favourites. Shame though, Amber said they had some of the loveliest meanings.’ He slaps his hand over his mouth.

  ‘Amber was in on this too? I knew it!’

  ‘Along with Bronte, and Charlie, and Stan,’ Jake admits. ‘And Lou gave me the idea in the first place. I’ll take credit for the heart though, that was all mine.’ He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me closer to him. ‘I’m sorry, Poppy, I’m not very romantic, am I?’

  ‘Jake,’ I say gently, stroking his face. ‘I wouldn’t want you any other way. I love you exactly as you are. Hearts and flowers have never really been my thing, have they?’

  Jake grins as I wrap my arms around his neck.

  ‘You’re my thing, Jake. You, St Felix, and a little flower shop by the sea. You’re all the things I need.’