Chapter Twenty
Jen
Sunday morning, Dylan invited his parents to the wedding while I showered. He looked frustrated when I got out. “What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Nothing.” Phone in hand, he sighed. “There was just a lot of going on about the short notice and s**t until I offered to fly them first class. Of course I would arrange for my parents to come out, anyway. They just had to make it this whole production.”
“I’m sorry.” I hugged him. “It’ll be fine once everyone’s in place.”
Once dressed, he hung the lights on the cabin, then we went sledding. I wouldn’t have minded some relaxed skiing, but the idea made him nervous while I was pregnant. Even in full sunlight, it was really chilly, though, so it was good to have a hearty lunch, then drive to L.A.
When we were close to the apartment,
