A Rockstar Christmas Wedding

Chapter 6

Chapter Two

Jacob

Jake and Dylan had the same idea in the kitchen—beverages. He opened the refrigerator door, then had a spark of inspiration.

“You know, if you want to get married this Christmas, you’re going to need a space fast.”

Dylan grabbed the jug of Maria’s pre-spiced cider. “Or a visit to the courthouse, yeah. But Jen’s not convinced about the date.”

“We’ve got the barn…”

The shorter man tilted his head toward him. “You wouldn’t mind?”

“Nah, mate, you’re family, and it’s just sittin’ there.” Jake pulled out his keys. “Let’s have a look.”

“Alright.” Dylan set the jug on the counter and followed.

Hosting the kinds of gatherings they did since he and Beth married gave Jake a much better feeling than the parties of the past. Different circumstances, this might’ve been their life even longer, but he didn’t dwell, and had no complaints with the present results.

Would’ve offered space for Mikey and Hannah, too, only they chose Iowa.

Jake reached the barn, unlocked the normal-size door, and flipped the light switch. The previous owners converted it into a movie theater before selling, but nothing was permanent.

“I do love those big aged rafters,” Dylan said, eyes to the ceiling.

“Yeah, I liked that they didn’t fancy the old girl up too much. You remember how we set it up for our wedding and I figure we’d do the same for yours.”

“With Christmas instead of spring flowers?”

Jake pointed at him. “Exactly. Lots of fairy lights.”

Dylan finished glancing around. “Yeah. Now I only have to convince Jen.”

“Tonight put you in the dog house?”

They exited the barn, Jake locked up, and walked slowly back to the house.

“Maybe? She seems okay, but maybe it’s for you guys.”

Jake slung his arm around Dylan’s shoulders. “I’m happy for you, mate, again. You’re going to love being a dad. Alyson grabbed my finger at hospital and I was a goner.”

“She is pretty cute.”

“But if you have a boy, he better not chase her skirt.”

They laughed. Jake slapped Dylan’s back and reached for the back door.

“Hello-hello!” a female voice rang out in the house.

Jake and Dylan entered from the patio.

“Hey, Lynn.” The band’s publicist. Was it good news or bad news?

She grinned at them. “Merry early Christmas, you golden gooses. Social media feedback is very good.”

very goodDylan continued to the basement door.

“For the album?” Jake asked eagerly.

“The whole night! Tour pre-order goes live tomorrow and we expect great interest.”

He rubbed his hands together. “Fantastic. Come downstairs for a drink.”

“I’d love to, but I don’t keep your hours, superstar.” She hugged him. “Congratulations.”

“Hey, we couldn’t do it without you.

Jake saw her to her car, then returned inside and downstairs.

“Break out the champagne—”

“Jen—”

“Can you just give me some space right now?” Dylan’s fiancée ran upstairs.

Beth and Hannah followed her.

“What the hell happened in five minutes?” Jake asked.