A Rockstar Christmas Wedding - A Holiday Rockstar Romance (West Coast Soulmates #2)

By Carla Krae

Organizing a Christmas Day wedding in two weeks is insane.

Dylan proposed the week of Thanksgiving and suggested a Christmas wedding. We met on Christmas Eve, but he means this year. It’s a private argument I’m winning—until he tells his rockstar friends and their wives who are my best gals. Now everyone’s excited!

Complicating things? I took a pregnancy test the day before that proposal, Dylan lives in L.A., and I live in Big Bear. That baby’s coming in six-ish months, so we need a house, which I have on the mountain—we met in a snowstorm—but he doesn’t want the two-hour commute.

It’s the first big test of our relationship and it scares me.

Which will win—my practical side or the magic of the season?

This story is intended for readers 18 and over due to adult language, sexual content, and adult situations.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Willowick Publishing
• Release date: Dec 31, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463969250

Carla Krae

Fiction writer. Sci-fi lover. Trained vocalist. Cat mom.Debuting in 2011, Carla Krae lives in California with two crazy cats and a tech guy. When she isn't writing love stories, she likes to dabble in fantasy.

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Chapter One

Jennifer Donovan

December

After the concert at The Greek…

We escaped to the limo to wait for the guys to come out.

Jen, why didn’t you tell us? Beth asked. She was Jake’s wife, the lead singer.

My hand went to my still-bumpless belly. It’s still early. He wasn’t supposed to spill the beans. Oh my God, he told the world before I could tell Mom.

How far along are you? Hannah asked. She married Mike the keyboard player in October. As the next-newest member of this group, I’d taken her under my wing.

Three months.

My gal pals then nodded sympathetically. Every woman knew the four-month rule. It was courting bad luck to announce a pregnancy until the risk of miscarriage decreased. Of course, plenty of couples announced as soon as they knew and had a baby without a hitch.

But a lot of women also lost babies they never talked about.

I sighed. He’s excited. They chuckled. I just wish he hadn’t told the whole world.

The limo door opened and my fiancé’s head appeared. How mad at me are you?

Ask me when we see how viral this goes.

He crawled in on his knees and took my hands. Sorry. Adrenaline of performing…

Endorphins made you stupid. I get it. I stroked through his shorter curls. You owe me a big favor, dude. Looking into his sweet, pretty blue eyes, I could never be mad long.

So far.

At least your news wasn’t the only announcement tonight, Celeste said, Bob’s new fiancée. It was still amazing she’d gotten the player guitarist to commit.

Beth’s head swung to her bestie. "Yeah, what the hell? Twenty-four hours go by and I hear it from Bob?"

Congratulations, Celeste. We’re really happy for you guys, Dylan said, moving to sit next to me. His fingers stayed entwined with my hand.

The door opened again, with the voices of three more men. Jake came in and kissed Beth. Mike sat with Hannah, then Bob folded his long frame to get next to Celeste.

Let’s get this party rolling! he said loudly.

The limo obliged.

Wait, shouldn’t we wait for Lincoln? Beth asked.

He had other plans, Bob said.

The new drummer hadn’t been fully integrated into the band, yet.

Hard to come into an established group. Couldn’t blame the guy for taking it slow.

Celeste pinched his side. He yelped. That’s for making me front-page news without warning.

He grinned, unrepentant. Dylan started it.

You’re gonna love fatherhood, mate, Jake said. When’s it due?

June-ish, I said.

Good timing, Beth said. My early months were during summer and it did not help the morning sickness.

How have you been feeling? Hannah asked me.

Okay so far. I get sleepy, but—

You guys got engaged last month, Bob blurted out. Dude…

It’s their business, Mike said.

Dylan gave him a nod of thanks.

Bob was nice enough, but protective of the band. He was always suspicious when a new woman joined the group. Some Yoko Ono superstition.

Rumors suck no matter the decade.

I’ll get it out there—he asked before I told him I was pregnant, okay?

We’d just left this part out of the proposal story.

Being thirty-one, I waited until my second missed period to tell Dylan. I’d been on the Pill for years, so I didn’t think baby after the first one. But then I was late a couple days before he proposed, so when he asked me to be his forever, it was the right moment to spring my news.

Thank God he was delighted.

And…so was I.

My dead husband didn’t want children. He indulged my interest at first, then it became clear it wasn’t a priority for him…and then he became a drunk, a cheater, and finally killed himself driving wasted. As a new widow, I couldn’t contemplate ever having the chance again.

Loving someone else wasn’t on my radar until Dylan knocked on my door seeking shelter from a blizzard on Christmas Eve.

Not even a year ago…

We’d moved fast.

I looked at him and he smiled with his whole face displaying his love for me.

Yeah, no regrets. I was where I was meant to be.

So when’s the wedding? Celeste asked.

Hmm?

I think—

I slapped my hand over Dylan’s mouth. That’s too soon.

What’s too soon? Beth asked.

He yanked my hand down. Christmas.

My girlfriends went awww.

We can’t organize a wedding in two weeks, I told him. Again.

Sure we can, Jake said. We’re rich rock stars.

If the guest list is small, it can happen anywhere, Beth said.

Our resident planner/hostess.

I groaned, then scowled at my fiancé. This is why I told you not to spill the beans yet.

Oops. But his dimples were showing.

I slapped his chest. You did this on purpose! That scheming, gorgeous…argh. You’re using our unborn child as leverage!

Jen, think about it. Isn’t Christmas the perfect day?

What’s wrong with a year from now?

But even as I said it, I knew that’d never happen.

Especially now.

He nuzzled my hair, murmuring in my ear, Don’t you want to be Mrs. Smith?

Dylan, we haven’t even talked about where we’re going to live, yet.

I still lived in Big Bear. Though he had his parents’ cabin on the mountain, too, he lived near his bandmates in L.A. They recorded in the basement of Jake’s mansion.

You can’t have a two-hour commute every time the band needs you, Bob said.

Easy for you to say. Celeste already lives in your Malibu beach house. Hannah sticking up for me.

Our friends started debating all at once and I felt a headache coming on. I rubbed the center of my forehead.

A loud whistle brought sudden silence.

Hey! Jen and I don’t need a committee to figure out our marriage. Topic tabled.

They blinked at Dylan. He rarely raised his voice for anything.

And I’d never heard him bark at his friends.

Thankfully, the limo pulled through the gate to Jake and Beth’s compound at that moment. It was a huge property with two houses. They lived in the one not visible from the street and entertained in the contemporary mansion in front. It had enough guest rooms for every band member to have a bed after all-night jam sessions.

Or a little too much celebrating.

The band performed a one-night-only preview concert for the new tour at The Greek Theater after spending months recording and tweaking to Jake’s exacting standards. Dylan had explained to me that this was their redemption album after an overproduced piece of crap. Between debuting brand new songs and performing for the first time with a new drummer, they’d been nervous going into tonight’s concert, but with the crowd loving the set, they were hyped and ready to blow off steam.

Only without the groupies and drugs and booze of the distant past.

Jake reformed himself for Beth and that set the rest on a path of more mature choices.

And commitments.

I was still wrapping my head around being the pregnant fiancée of one of today’s most successful bass players in rock. The phone call from Mom when the first paparazzi photo was published was fun. We were just out, nothing scandalous, but the magazine had found my pen name attached to some fan pics from a convention and printed it.

Dylan Smith is dating author J.D. Wright. How long have these two been cozy and where did they meet? Is the bass player a fan of YA science fiction?

I’d published for adults, too, but of course they had to use the teen lit angle.

Dylan had the band’s publicist make some kind of deal or arrangement that kept my legal name out of the press so far, but who knew how long that would last?

Our turn, Dylan said, lightly tugging my hand.

To exit the limo.

The front door of the house was already open. This was my first time seeing the property with all the Christmas decorations. None of this was up Thanksgiving weekend. Native tree trunks had been wrapped in white lights and more white lights lined the contemporary rooflines.

I spotted the side of the wreath attached to the door.

Inside, the heat was on, and I started to shed my coat. Dylan’s fingers took over, sliding it the rest of the way off my arms and hanging it in the closet with his.

My consummate gentleman.

A Christmas tree was next to the big fireplace, decorated with a British theme for Jake’s heritage. The real homey stuff would be in the farmhouse on the other side of the pool deck.

We continued down to the basement—the rockstar lounge. This was the one space that was completely Jake’s taste, now I knew the couple well. Glamorous and bold. The walls were all matte black except the silver-leaf ceiling. Cobalt blue velvet sofas, chairs in rich red and bright orange, and a shiny black lacquer bar to the side. At the far end, the recording studio big enough for all of them to play in together.

There was also a bathroom and a bedroom down here. Ahem.

Despite the luxe look, Beth had once informed me that all the furniture was covered in performance fabrics that put up with musician abuse and didn’t stain.

Silver tinsel Christmas trees had been placed in random places for the holiday.

Stop, Dylan said at the base of the stairs, and pointed up.

Mistletoe.

Smiling, I shook my head, then accepted his kiss. Of course Jake had put it in a doorway.

Bob had already kicked his feet up on a velvet ottoman, Celeste on his lap. They were doing what they did best in public: making out. Everyone learned early to not walk in on them without knocking. I’d never known such horn-dogs before meeting Dylan.

Mike turned on Twisted Sister’s Christmas album, A Twisted Christmas. Because what else? Hannah rolled her eyes, but started singing along.

She was the youngest here at twenty-four, but fending for herself from eighteen had made her more mature than most her age these days. She and Mike first bonded over ‘80s music. They’d moved even quicker than me and Dylan, but I couldn’t knock their obvious happiness.

They made each other better.

Eggnog? my fiancé offered me. Non-alcoholic, of course.

I sniffed the mug he held and my nose wrinkled up. Cider?

He set the mug down on an end table. Maria made that, too.

Thanks, honey. I sat on one of the blue sofas.

Has it sunk in, yet? Beth asked. She’d exchanged shoes for slippers already.

I laughed. Which part?

She grinned. I should’ve warned you about the fertility of rock stars. Jacob knocked me up on our honeymoon.

I nodded. That’s right. Were you trying?

"No. I was on the Pill. Never missed a dose! But all he had to do is stop using condoms and bam. Baby girl."

My hands rested on my waistband. I don’t know how this happened, either. Someone needs to revise the chance percentage on birth control. Do you think you’ll make it to two years between kids?

She pressed her hands together. From your mouth to God’s ears. I don’t want two in diapers at the same time. She only turned one in March and I like being able to focus on her milestones, see her become a little person. Babies are adorable, but this early toddler-dom is awesome. Every day, she amazes me with what she understands already.

And you’ve only been married two and a half years.

"May 29th, 2012. Exactly. We have at least a little more time before my ovaries are old. She sighed. We love their passion, but it can make them impulsive. Don’t let him push you into anything that doesn’t feel right."

A peal of laughter caught our attention. Mike and Hannah were dancing and he’d just dipped her.

They’re so adorable, it’s nauseating, I said.

Beth grinned. They definitely have the newlywed glow.

Did you ever imagine having a houseful like this?

There was a smile in her eyes, too. These are our better days, aren’t they? Everyone in love and happy going into Christmas. She sipped from a mug of spiced cider.

Are your brother and Darcy coming out?

She nodded. For a week. Alyson is finally big enough to play with her cousin Sarah, so that should be fun.

I laughed. I remember when Shelley was little. My sister was half my age. Dad referred to her as a faulty condom. As a teenager, I didn’t appreciate it, except when she was unexpectedly sweet. Those moments reminded me I loved this loud, annoying, tiny creature.

Must’ve been what it was like for Andrew. Her brother was several years older, too.

Where are our men?

Dylan had never returned with my drink and I didn’t see Jake, either.

She sat up straighter. Oh, that’s slightly worrisome.

What is? Celeste asked in a brief pause from sucking face.

Beth slipped her phone out of her pocket and started typing.

The buzz came seconds later. He’s in the barn. Her blue-gray eyes met mine. I’m sorry.

My gaze rolled upward. I suppose it was inevitable.

The barn had already been a chapel once. Made sense for Jake to offer its use now.

That’s you guy’s space, your memories. I don’t want to trample on that, I added.

She leaned forward, placing her hand on my knee. Nonsense. My wedding day would never be diminished by a different couple using the barn two years later. To Jacob, these men are his brothers. He’s trying to help your fiancé’s dream come true and I can’t be mad at that.

Dylan’s dream…

But what was mine?

I stood to go to the bathroom. I’d been peeing often the past month. The moment alone gave me a chance to release a long breath.

This was supposed to be a joyful celebratory night.

Dylan and I would talk later.

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."

Dylan 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.

Chapter Three

Jen

Wait up!

I paused with my hand on the open front door. Guys…

At least grab your coat, Beth said, opening the closet.

What am I missing? Hannah asked.

They bundled up, too.

I need some air. I stepped out, knowing my friends were right behind me.

Dylan’s moving too fast for her, Beth said.

Hannah’s brown eyes went wide. Oh.

I turned around to them. "It’s not that he’s too fast. He’s making decisions without talking to me. He didn’t consult me on telling the world I’m pregnant. He tells all of you he wants to get married on Christmas so your romanticism will make me say yes to a quick wedding. He went out to the barn with Jake to plan it! I didn’t sign up to give over all control of my life with this ring."

A beautiful, modest ring that said he knew me, so I thought.

My deceased husband had manipulated me to conform enough and half the years of our marriage were awful before he died. I barely knew who I was coming out of that relationship.

What do you want? Hannah asked. Her doe eyes were always so full of kindness.

"A healthy baby. And I love Dylan. He’s just being too much tonight."

She hugged me. "I’m going to make the cutest baby clothes, you know that, right?" She was a whiz at sewing and yarn crafts.

I do not doubt that.

I was going to be bombarded with hats and booties and onesies.

Goodness, I needed to start looking for baby furniture.

She grinned and Beth said, I need to show you the teddy bear she crocheted for Alyson.

Oh my God, really?

Beth pulled me toward the farmhouse.

Multicolor light strands were hung all over.

We wiped our soles on the doormat and entered her cozy home.

What smells like cookies? Hannah asked.

Maria must’ve lit a candle when she cleaned.

She’s still sneaking in when you’re not home?

Yeah…I told her she has enough to manage with the rest of the property, but I can’t convince her to stop picking up toys and stuff when I won’t catch her.

It’s the mother in her, I said.

Yep. Beth smiled fondly. She takes some of the sting out of not having mine here. Help yourselves to the kitchen. Aly’s bear is in her crib upstairs. She continued up the central staircase while we veered right below.

The zinc cabinets lent a little industrial flair to the farmhouse. Hannah opened the freezer, going for ice cream. The Lindsey household was never out of ice cream. I grabbed three white bowls from Beth’s everyday set.

Dylan is normally so grounded, Hannah said.

Yeah…I think partly why I’m thrown off tonight is because he’s acting out of character.

He’s getting everything he might’ve ever wanted, Beth said. Some men don’t handle it well. She held up a pink bear with a pale yellow muzzle and paw pads.

Oh my God, Hannah, you made that?

She shrugged like it was no big deal. There are patterns online. It looks more complicated than it is.

I doubted that, but okay. "She’s so cute. I took the toy from Beth’s open hands. What does Alyson think?"

She talks to it all the time.

Hannah touched her hand to her heart. I test-hugged the bear and it had the perfect amount of give.

Her name is Boopy.

’Boopy’?

Beth chuckled. When I gave it to Alyson, I booped its nose, making the sound, and she ran with it. We awww-d.

I babysat for some really young kids in my teens, Hannah said. I love that infant smell.

’Infant smell’?

They nodded. Oh, yes, the scent of a clean baby’s head will make you ovulate, Beth said. Or leak breast milk.

Good to know.

Are you still nursing? I asked.

She shook her head. My supply dwindled a little after her birthday, so we transitioned.

Did it ruin your nipples? Hannah said. You hear things.

We bellied up to the island, a bowl in front of each of us.

Beth laughed. You do have to toughen up for a while. Vitamin E oil helps. Jacob has no complaints, I’ll say that. She winked before spooning ice cream into her mouth.

Mike’s a boob man.

Jacob’s always palming my ass.

Dylan just likes any curves. And watching us have sex in a mirror.

"Really."

I licked chocolate off my spoon. From the first night. He gets off on watching me see what he’s doing to me. I suppose that won’t be a sexy view in a few months, though.

Hey, pregnant bodies are beautiful, Hannah said.

Beth gestured with her spoon. She’s right. Besides, you’ll probably hit a trimester where you can’t get enough of him.

Seriously?

She nodded emphatically. Hormones make the libido go crazy. Plus all the extra blood flow to your pelvic region…

Huh.

But every pregnancy is unique, according to my doc. Do what makes you feel best.

I’d lucked out to have friends more experienced with babies than I was. The anxiety ball in my stomach that developed after Dylan made the announcement at the concert started to dissipate. Somehow, pregnancy felt easier to deal with than a wedding.

Do you think Dylan has a deep-seated traditional reason for marrying you now versus a year from now? Hannah asked.

Huh?

The baby born out of wedlock, Beth simplified.

Oh. I…uh… It hadn’t occurred to me.

He’s one of the few of us with both parents together, Beth added, then dropped another scoop of ice cream in my bowl.

He’s never talked about family values like that. Just said he had a good childhood.

Maybe he’s not conscious of it, Hannah said.

Or he just doesn’t know how to say it. A lot of people are more traditional about serious matters than assumed. I once dreamed I was marrying Jacob while pregnant and my father wasn’t happy about it. It was one of the reasons I made him wait before being intimate again after we reconnected.

Beth, that sounds…

She waved her hand. "I know. But after my accident, my father and I were on good terms for the first time since my mother died and he’s incredibly traditional. My primary reason for waiting was to make sure Jacob was truly committed to me. I couldn’t take another breakup like the last one. But I also didn’t want to disappoint my dad. I felt I’d get pregnant soon after Jacob and I had sex again. This weird intuition in my gut. So I had to be sure we were ready for that. I didn’t want to raise a kid with a part-time father who was still living the rockstar life."

Hannah cocked