Organizing a Christmas Day wedding in two weeks is insane.
Dylan proposed the week of Thanksgiving and suggested a Christmas wedding. We met on Christmas Eve, but he means this year. It’s a private argument I’m winning—until he tells his rockstar friends and their wives who are my best gals. Now everyone’s excited!
Complicating things? I took a pregnancy test the day before that proposal, Dylan lives in L.A., and I live in Big Bear. That baby’s coming in six-ish months, so we need a house, which I have on the mountain—we met in a snowstorm—but he doesn’t want the two-hour commute.
It’s the first big test of our relationship and it scares me.
Which will win—my practical side or the magic of the season?
This story is intended for readers 18 and over due to adult language, sexual content, and adult situations. Picks up where The Pianist ended.
