A Rockstar Christmas Wedding (West Coast Soulmates #2) by Carla Krae

Author:Carla Krae
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: holiday romance, bass player, rockstar romance, rock star romance, romance series, pregnant heroine, christmas wedding, pregnancy romance, bearded hero, scifi author
Publisher: Willowick Publishing

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Jen

Saturday

Someone woke me up, but it wasn’t my fiancé. “Shelley?”

She bounced on the mattress. “Rise and shine! We’re kidnapping you.”

I pulled on the covers, but she wouldn’t let me bury my head. “Who’s we?”

“Mom’s down in the car. Come on, get up!” She pulled me into a sitting position.

“Why…” I whined.

“It’s your bridal-shower-slash-bachelorette-party day. Come on, let’s get you in the shower.” She tugged on my arm.

“Babe…” I called.

Dylan stuck his head on. “Sorry, Jen. I’m not allowed to interfere.”

“What do you mean you’re—?”

Shelley got in my face. “It was explained to your lovely fiancé that this is the only day all the women that love you were free at the same time. We’ll return you to him when we’re done with you.”

I flopped back on the bed, face down. “You’re insane.”

“Hey, Dylan, be a good boy and go get our mother.”

I rolled over. “Alright! Alright.” Not even daring to look at the clock because the time would probably make me cry, I crawled out of bed and went into the bathroom.

“Qapla!” she exclaimed.

“Since when do you know Klingon?” Dylan asked her.

“Better question is how do you know what I said?”

“DS9 was an awesome show.”

I heard nothing else over the water running. By the time the shower was hot, the bedroom door was closed and I was alone. A whole day of whatever they had planned did not sound appealing. The energy coursing through me yesterday was absent today.

At least if I was careful, I wouldn’t have to do my hair. I clipped it high on my head and only washed my body. A little blow drying with a brush should extend the salon work.

My little sister reentered when I was standing at the vanity wrapped in a towel. “Are your clothes in his closet?” She continued into it.

“Now what are you doing?”

“You don’t know where we’re going, so I’m picking your outfit.”

“Shell, do you know what pregnant lady aggro means?”

“Leaving!” she sang. But she dropped something on the bed.

I finished my hair and makeup, though not in any hurry.

Wake me up on a Saturday before I’m ready and you can wait.

On the bed was a long-sleeve dress I wore to Thanksgiving. Hm. Not a flannel and leggings day. I sighed. At least the dress was comfortable.

Dylan sat at the table drinking coffee. Shelley paced by the door.

“Finally!”

“No breakfast?” I said.

He came to me and kissed my cheek. “Pretty sure they’re going to feed you,” he whispered by my ear. “Foot massage when you get home?”

“Holding you to it.”

I gathered my purse and a cardigan. “Let’s get on with it, brat.”

“If I can get up at nine, you can wake up at nine-thirty.”

Yeah, yeah. Easy for her to say.

We made our way downstairs.

Mom was in guest parking. I opened the front passenger door and Shelley got in back.

“Good morning, Jenny.”

I grunted in reply and put on a pair of sunglasses. Too damn bright this morning.

“She’s in a mood, Mom. We’re going to need to sweeten her up.”

“Bite me.”

“See?”

Mom laughed. “I remember these days.

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