There are a lot of places I\'d rather spend Christmas Eve morning than on a cold, snowy sidewalk outside someone else\'s home.
And a Partridge and a pregnancy..
Three French hens, two turtle doves.
He always loved the silly songs I made up in the shower.
How exactly am I supposed to explain that to Tobias that I\'m having a baby? His baby? Maybe I could sing it.
A parting farewell before I moved to London and put my feelings for him an ocean away.
A fling with an old lover.
Our one-night reunion was only supposed to be a hookup.
And once, a long time ago, he was mine.
Witty and charismatic.
He\'s handsome and caring.
Tobias Holiday is neither of those things.
It sounds so cheap and sleezy.
I hate that term-one-night stand.
Instead, I\'m here, standing in front of my one-night stand\'s house, working up the courage to ring the doorbell and tell him I\'m pregnant.
I\'d kill to be sitting beside a fireplace, drinking cocoa, wearing flannel pajamas and reading a book.
There are a lot of places I\'d rather spend Christmas Eve morning than on a cold, snowy sidewalk outside someone else\'s home
