He’s taking away my will to live, but he will not take away Christmas.
It’s 7 in the morning, and I’m already in the kitchen.
The couriers arrive one after the other and get to work.
The smell of gingerbread cookies invades the house, and I feel good.
I arrange the poinsettias throughout the house. The tree is ready; the guys have done an amazing job. I’m admiring it when Jeremy returns from his morning run.
“Are you kidding me?” he asks irritably.
“Simple and sober,” I say, smiling, “Isn’t it magnificent?” But I don’t wait for an answer. I pass him by while the home theater speakers spread Michael Bublé’s “It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas”—adorable and apt.
Oddly, Jeremy says nothing. I relax by focusing on the last things to prepare.
Danny
Like every weekend, I get ready to go to Hailey’s for dinner. It will be our first Christmas together, and I can’t wait to give her my gift.
I know Jeremy is against the holidays, but Christmas is special. If he doesn’t make it unique for her, I’ll do it. I can’t wait to see her.
Even though I talk to her every day and see her three times a week, I miss her.
Our book actually hasn’t gotten much further because she’s irresistible. With her tummy, she’s even more wonderful.
I know it’s crazy, but I imagine her pregnant with our children. I’ve really lost my mind for her.
Drew’s voice wakes me up. “If you don’t stop thinking about her, we’ll never leave the house.”
“So, you won’t tell me anything about your shopping day with Hailey?” I ask as I close the door with a key.
“I’ve already told you everything. There’s nothing more to say.” This time, I don’t believe him.
“Drew, how many years have we known each other?”
“A lifetime. From elementary school, I think.”
“And how many times have I caught you lying?”
“Every damn time.”
“Why do you keep trying to lie to me? What did she tell you?”
“Nothing to worry about.”
“And you continue.”
“Listen, man, she didn’t tell me anything you should know. We talked a little bit about everything. The only important thing she said is that she’ll file for divorce after giving birth. That’s all. Stop looking for problems where there aren’t any.”
“Really, will she ask for a divorce?” I ask incredulously.
I’m happy, worried, and euphoric.
“Yes, she said it!”
I’m on cloud nine.
When we get to Hailey, Zoë runs up to me happily. I’m struck by the small decorations and lights scattered throughout the property. The entrance is truly unique.
