FIVE MONTHS LATER
FIVE MONTHS LATER“I have to admit, I’m a bit nervous,” Tristan tells me as I adjust his tie. He’s wearing a suit, one that hugs him in all the right places with a hunter-green tie that brings out his eyes. I’m wearing a dress that matches it with bright red leggings. If Christmas spirit were an outfit, I’d be it.
“Don’t be,” I reassure him. “My parents adore you.”
He gives me a look. “I wouldn’t say that, but rather, they tolerate me.”
tolerate“Don’t be silly. Mom asks me when we’re getting married at least once a week so she can start planning.”
He chuckles and runs his fingers through his hair. “So it’s official, both of our families want us to get married ASAP and start having kids too.” Just like we planned, he moved into my place as soon as we got back to New Yo
