MUMUS: Snowed In
Yeah for having power!!! 32 hours without power (and as a result: heat) is way too long!!!
This short is part of my Mixed Up; Mashed Up Shorts collection and was written based on the following request:
Name: Toshiko (requested via NBY)
Couple: Troy & Kelsi
Rating: M
Setting/Event: Snow storm at a cabin
Random Stuff:
- no phones
- piano or guitar
- kelsi teaching troy to play
Snowed In
It wasn’t supposed to be like this. They were supposed to be spending a weekend away with their closest friends the weekend before Christmas. It was supposed to be their last hurrah before breaking the news of their divorce.
But their friends’ 6-year-old daughter wasn’t supposed to get sick. There wasn’t supposed to be blizzard like conditions. And Troy Bolton definitely was not supposed to be stuck in a two-room cabin with his soon-to-be ex-wife Kelsi Nielsen.
Their romance had begun five years ago in high school. They had known each other by name since freshman year but it wasn’t until his best friend Chad Danforth had started dating her best friend Gabriella Montez that they became more than acquaintances. They had been by their best friends’ sides when Gabriella learned she was pregnant half way through senior year and were the last to say goodbye to their friends and their six-week-old baby when they left for college in Colorado.
Troy and Kelsi had ended up at the same college and one thing led to another and they were married after two years of college.
“How bad do you think it is out there, Troy?” Kelsi asked her voice small and timid. She was as happy as he was about being stuck with him.
“I have no idea, Kels,” he sighed. He moved to the window but couldn’t see anything except snow. There was definitely more out there then there had been when they had woken up a few hours ago.
“Did you check your cell phone to see if you have service?”
“For the millionth time, yes! I checked it.” He snapped.
“Don’t yell at me, Troy Bolton,” she said, raising her voice. “This isn’t my fault.”
He took a deep breath and nodded. “Sorry,” he apologized.
He wasn’t entirely sure when their marriage had started to fall apart. A recently graduated sports agent, he had gotten a job with the agency that Chad, a minor league player on the Colorado Rockies organization, was represented by and because of his rookie status, he had to travel a lot. He was sure his traveling probably played a part, but it wasn’t like Kelsi was a homebody either. She was a successful song writer and often traveled to meet with musicians. At times they were like two ships passing in the night. That was one reason they had no pets and decided kids were out of the question.
Troy wondered how Chad and Gabriella managed to make their marriage work. As a baseball player, Chad was always traveling and until this past summer when he had been moved up to the Rockies’ Triple A affiliate in Colorado Springs, he had lived in Wyoming, Washington, Texas, California and Oklahoma while she was living in Denver raising their kids. They obviously had things figured out, or maybe it was just that he was gone during the summer and during the school year he was at home with them playing Mr. Mom.
Until Kelsi had given him the divorce papers, Troy hadn’t realized things were so bad. They had spent their third anniversary in Hawaii a month before she filed for divorce. Further discussion revealed that she was tired of living the way they were and nothing she did to fix their marriage worked.
With the holidays quickly approaching, they had decided to wait until after to make their divorce known to their family and friends. They would spend one last Christmas together and then before the new year, divorce papers would be signed.
Or so they had planned, but being stranded in a cabin that held some many memories, happy memories, was hard.
Trying to keep the memories at bay, Troy stood up and walked over to the liquor cabinet. “You want something to drink?” He asked her.
“No, I’m fine.”
“Don’t trust me?” He asked. “Afraid I’ll get you drunk and sleep with you.”
“You don’t have the guts to do it,” Kelsi replied as she picked up her guitar.
He smirked and carried a glass of whisky on the rocks over to her. “Try me.”
“I said I was fine, Troy.”
“Drink it.”
“No.”
“Why the hell not, Kels? It’s just a drink.”
“Leave me alone.”
“What, Kels? Afraid you can’t hold your liquor and you’ll want me?”
“I have self-control,” Kelsi snapped, standing up.
“Then take a sip.”
“Stop it, Troy! Stop pressuring me! It’s bad for the baby!” She slapped her hand over her mouth when she realized what she said.
“Baby?” He stumbled backwards. “You’re pregnant?”
She nodded.
“Is it mine?”
She slapped him. “Yes it’s yours,” she screamed. “Until next week, you’re my husband, Troy Bolton. I am not a whore.”
“But we haven’t had sex since Hawaii.”
“And I’m three months pregnant.”
“Three months?” He stared at her in shock for several minutes. “But this was against the plan. We weren’t going to have kids…”
“After next week you’ll be off the hook,” she stated before she disappeared into the cabin’s only bedroom.
Her words rang through his head as he sat down on the couch. Off the hook. It took him several minutes to realize what her words had meant. She hadn’t planned on telling him she was pregnant. She had planned to divorce him and never let him know they had a child together. Anger surged through his body. How could she be so selfish to keep his child from him?
He started to stand up when a thought crossed his mind. He didn’t want kids, so why was he getting so upset about her not telling him she was pregnant? She was doing him a favor by removing herself and the baby from his life. If that was true, then why did feel so heart broken over the fact that he wouldn’t be there when his baby was born? As confusion took a firm grasp on his brain, memories that filled the cabin came to the front of his mind.
Two summers ago, they had come to the cabin to celebrate her birthday. They had spent a majority of the weekend shaking up in the bedroom, but the hour that she spent attempting to teach him to play the guitar stood out in his mind. She had woken up before sunrise and had come out to the main room. He woke when he felt her leave and listened to her playing her guitar. He pulled himself out of bed and went out to listen to her play.
“That sounds beautiful,” he smiled as he padded across the wood flooring in his bare feet. He sat down on the couch next to her. “What is it?”
“It’s nothing,” she shook her head.
“It doesn’t sound like nothing,” he said. “I’m no musician and I have no idea what you’re doing, but it sounds really good.”
“Thanks,” she kissed his cheek.
“Would you teach me to play?” He asked after several minutes.
“Really? You want to learn?”
He nodded.
The next hour that passed was frustrating for both Kelsi and Troy and after awhile she declared that Troy lacked musical ability. What she didn’t know was that since then he had bought several learn to play guitar books and had taken guitar lessons. With a sigh, he picked up the guitar she had been playing earlier and began to strum as a memory of what happened after she tried to teach him to play guitar.
“Troy, I give up,” she cried. “I’m sorry, baby, but you lack even the littlest musical ability.”
“I guess some of us were just meant to stay in the audience,” he shrugged as he put the guitar aside. “But lucky for you, I make up for my musical lack in other areas.”
“Oh really, do tell what those areas are.”
“The bedroom,” he grinned.
“Really? Cause I’ve always thought you were-” She squealed when he pulled her off the count and onto the rug in front of the fireplace.
“You’ve always thought what?” He asked as he grinned down at her. “That I am a passionate, experienced lover?”
“You took the words right out of my mouth,” she grinned.
“That’s what I thought,” he smiled then lowered his mouth to hers. He loved feeling her body under his. It was times like this that he missed when one of them was away. He deepened their kiss and let his hand rest on her hip. He wanted to be as close to her as possible.
“I love you, Troy Bolton,” she smiled up at him. Her blue eyes twinkling as they stared up at his own.
“I love you, too, Kelsi.”
Their heated makeout session continued and layers were peeled away until their naked bodies were pressed against each other, his hard manhood pressing against her lower body.
Breaking their kiss, she pushed on his chest and he rolled off her and onto his back. She climbed on top of him and kissed his lips before she lowered her hot sex onto his manhood. She closed her eyes as he filled her up and smiled when she felt his hands come to her sides. He helped guide her motions as she moved up and down above him. Soon they were both panting and feeling their bodies prepare for their releases. He came first and she came a few minutes later crying out his name.
Troy was brought back to the present when he heard her say, “You’re playing my song.”
She had been in the bedroom trying to take a nap when she had heard the melody for the song she had been trying to write two summers ago being played on a guitar. She had gone to investigate and found Troy playing her guitar.
“You finished my song,” she said after a few seconds.
“I hope you aren’t mad.”
“Mad? Troy, I’ve been working on that song for years, I just couldn’t ever finish it.” She moved over to the couch next to him. “And you’re playing the guitar. When did you learn to play the guitar?”
“I wanted to impress you,” he shrugged. “I’ve been taking lessons and teaching myself.”
Unable to help herself, Kelsi leaned over and kissed him hard on the mouth. Realizing what she was doing, she pulled away and tried to compose herself. “Sorry.”
“It’s ok,” he smiled.
“Play the song again,” she requested. “I wanna write down the notes-”
“I have them on my computer,” he said, gesturing to the laptop that sat forgotten in a corner. “I’ve actually put some music together for it. With other instruments you know…I’ll get it setup.”
He handed Kelsi the guitar and she stared in shock. Who was this man and what had he done with her husband?
“Now keep in mind this is just a rough sound mix,” he said once his computer was setup. He hit play on the music composing software he had opened.
As the music began to play Kelsi felt words compiling in her head. “Stop the music!” She exclaimed. “Go back to the beginning.”
Troy did as she requested then watched as she scribbled down lyrics. When the music ended, she looked up from her notebook and smiled.
“Play it again,” she requested.
This time as the music started, she began to sing along.
The broken clock is a comfort
It let's me sleep tonight
Maybe it can start tomorrow
From stealing all my time
I am here still waiting
Though I still have my doubts
I am damaged at best
Like you've already figured out
I'm falling apart
I'm barely breathing
With a broken heart
That's still beating
In the pain
There is healing
In your name
I find meaning
The broken locks were a warning
You got inside my head
I tried my best to be guarded
I'm an open book instead
I still see your reflection
Inside of my eyes
That are looking for purpose
There still looking for life
I'm falling apart
I'm barely breathing
With a broken heart
That's still breathing
In the pain
Is there healing
In your name
I find meaning
So I'm holding on
I'm still holdin on
I'm barely holding on to you
She stopped singing though the music continued as her eyes found Troy’s. She closed her eyes as his hand caressed her face. She wanted to be with him, she wanted to bring their baby into a world where he or she would have a mother and father that would love them. But he didn’t want kids and he-
“I don’t want to divorce you, Kelsi,” he whispered. “I want to be there for you and our baby.” He placed her hand on her stomach. “I don’t know how we’ll make it work, but we can and we will.”
“I don’t need your help, Troy,” she whispered. “You don’t have to feel guilty or feel that we have to stay together because of the baby, I-”
“I don’t want to stay because of the baby or because I feel guilty,” he said. “I want to stay because you’re my wife and I love you.” His eyes met hers. “But if you really want to go through with the divorce, I’ll do what ever you want me to do, but I still want to be a part of our baby’s life.”
“You do? But you said you didn’t want kids,” she said.
“We all say and do stupid things when we’re young, Kels,” he said. “But falling in love with you and marrying you were not mistakes.”
“I love you, Troy Bolton,” Kelsi said with tears streaming down her face.
“I love you, too, Kelsi Nielsen,” Troy kissed his wife.
On Christmas morning, Troy woke up in his childhood bedroom with Kelsi curled up against his side. The last five days had been a blur for them. They had gotten off the mountain Monday morning and as soon as they had reached Chad and Gabriella’s home in Denver had called and told their lawyers there would be no divorce.
Then they had flown home to Albuquerque with Chad, Gabriella and kids for Christmas. Their parents had been thrilled to see them and no one knew that just a few days before Troy and Kelsi had thought their marriage would be over.
“What time is it?” Kelsi asked, still half asleep.
“Seven,” Troy replied. “You wanna get up?”
“Not really,” Kelsi shook her head. “It’s our last Christmas of getting up when ever we feel like it.”
Troy smiled as he pictured a little girl with her mom’s curls dressed in a red velvet Christmas dress. Next year, he thought.
“Troy, Kelsi, are you two awake?” His mom called through the door.
“Yeah, mom, we’re awake,” he called back.
“Good, hurry up, your dad is getting antsy out here,” she laughed.
“So much for getting up when we wanted to,” Kelsi grumbled as she sat up in bed.
“My dad is a big kid,” Troy grinned. He gave his wife a kiss then stood up. “Why don’t you put on my robe before we go out there?”
“You mean you don’t think your parents will like my sexy Christmas nighty you bought for me?” Kelsi spun around, showing off the skimpy red lace nighty she was wearing.
“Don’t even go there,” Troy shook his head as he grabbed the robe from the back of the door and helped her put it on. Then he grabbed a shirt out of his suitcase and pulled it on. He turned around and found Kelsi holding out an envelope. “What’s this?”
“Open it,” she smiled.
He did as he was told and smiled when he saw a petition for legal name change. He read through the petition and smiled when he saw that Kelsi was filing to have her name changed from Kelsi Anne Nielsen to Kelsi Anne Bolton.
“Merry Christmas, Troy,” she smiled.
He grinned and pulled her into his arms, kissing her hard on the mouth. She was his forever and he would never let her go.
Lyrics from Lifehouse’s song Broken
Story Index
This short is part of my Mixed Up; Mashed Up Shorts collection and was written based on the following request:
Name: Toshiko (requested via NBY)
Couple: Troy & Kelsi
Rating: M
Setting/Event: Snow storm at a cabin
Random Stuff:
- no phones
- piano or guitar
- kelsi teaching troy to play
Snowed In
It wasn’t supposed to be like this. They were supposed to be spending a weekend away with their closest friends the weekend before Christmas. It was supposed to be their last hurrah before breaking the news of their divorce.
But their friends’ 6-year-old daughter wasn’t supposed to get sick. There wasn’t supposed to be blizzard like conditions. And Troy Bolton definitely was not supposed to be stuck in a two-room cabin with his soon-to-be ex-wife Kelsi Nielsen.
Their romance had begun five years ago in high school. They had known each other by name since freshman year but it wasn’t until his best friend Chad Danforth had started dating her best friend Gabriella Montez that they became more than acquaintances. They had been by their best friends’ sides when Gabriella learned she was pregnant half way through senior year and were the last to say goodbye to their friends and their six-week-old baby when they left for college in Colorado.
Troy and Kelsi had ended up at the same college and one thing led to another and they were married after two years of college.
“How bad do you think it is out there, Troy?” Kelsi asked her voice small and timid. She was as happy as he was about being stuck with him.
“I have no idea, Kels,” he sighed. He moved to the window but couldn’t see anything except snow. There was definitely more out there then there had been when they had woken up a few hours ago.
“Did you check your cell phone to see if you have service?”
“For the millionth time, yes! I checked it.” He snapped.
“Don’t yell at me, Troy Bolton,” she said, raising her voice. “This isn’t my fault.”
He took a deep breath and nodded. “Sorry,” he apologized.
He wasn’t entirely sure when their marriage had started to fall apart. A recently graduated sports agent, he had gotten a job with the agency that Chad, a minor league player on the Colorado Rockies organization, was represented by and because of his rookie status, he had to travel a lot. He was sure his traveling probably played a part, but it wasn’t like Kelsi was a homebody either. She was a successful song writer and often traveled to meet with musicians. At times they were like two ships passing in the night. That was one reason they had no pets and decided kids were out of the question.
Troy wondered how Chad and Gabriella managed to make their marriage work. As a baseball player, Chad was always traveling and until this past summer when he had been moved up to the Rockies’ Triple A affiliate in Colorado Springs, he had lived in Wyoming, Washington, Texas, California and Oklahoma while she was living in Denver raising their kids. They obviously had things figured out, or maybe it was just that he was gone during the summer and during the school year he was at home with them playing Mr. Mom.
Until Kelsi had given him the divorce papers, Troy hadn’t realized things were so bad. They had spent their third anniversary in Hawaii a month before she filed for divorce. Further discussion revealed that she was tired of living the way they were and nothing she did to fix their marriage worked.
With the holidays quickly approaching, they had decided to wait until after to make their divorce known to their family and friends. They would spend one last Christmas together and then before the new year, divorce papers would be signed.
Or so they had planned, but being stranded in a cabin that held some many memories, happy memories, was hard.
Trying to keep the memories at bay, Troy stood up and walked over to the liquor cabinet. “You want something to drink?” He asked her.
“No, I’m fine.”
“Don’t trust me?” He asked. “Afraid I’ll get you drunk and sleep with you.”
“You don’t have the guts to do it,” Kelsi replied as she picked up her guitar.
He smirked and carried a glass of whisky on the rocks over to her. “Try me.”
“I said I was fine, Troy.”
“Drink it.”
“No.”
“Why the hell not, Kels? It’s just a drink.”
“Leave me alone.”
“What, Kels? Afraid you can’t hold your liquor and you’ll want me?”
“I have self-control,” Kelsi snapped, standing up.
“Then take a sip.”
“Stop it, Troy! Stop pressuring me! It’s bad for the baby!” She slapped her hand over her mouth when she realized what she said.
“Baby?” He stumbled backwards. “You’re pregnant?”
She nodded.
“Is it mine?”
She slapped him. “Yes it’s yours,” she screamed. “Until next week, you’re my husband, Troy Bolton. I am not a whore.”
“But we haven’t had sex since Hawaii.”
“And I’m three months pregnant.”
“Three months?” He stared at her in shock for several minutes. “But this was against the plan. We weren’t going to have kids…”
“After next week you’ll be off the hook,” she stated before she disappeared into the cabin’s only bedroom.
Her words rang through his head as he sat down on the couch. Off the hook. It took him several minutes to realize what her words had meant. She hadn’t planned on telling him she was pregnant. She had planned to divorce him and never let him know they had a child together. Anger surged through his body. How could she be so selfish to keep his child from him?
He started to stand up when a thought crossed his mind. He didn’t want kids, so why was he getting so upset about her not telling him she was pregnant? She was doing him a favor by removing herself and the baby from his life. If that was true, then why did feel so heart broken over the fact that he wouldn’t be there when his baby was born? As confusion took a firm grasp on his brain, memories that filled the cabin came to the front of his mind.
Two summers ago, they had come to the cabin to celebrate her birthday. They had spent a majority of the weekend shaking up in the bedroom, but the hour that she spent attempting to teach him to play the guitar stood out in his mind. She had woken up before sunrise and had come out to the main room. He woke when he felt her leave and listened to her playing her guitar. He pulled himself out of bed and went out to listen to her play.
“That sounds beautiful,” he smiled as he padded across the wood flooring in his bare feet. He sat down on the couch next to her. “What is it?”
“It’s nothing,” she shook her head.
“It doesn’t sound like nothing,” he said. “I’m no musician and I have no idea what you’re doing, but it sounds really good.”
“Thanks,” she kissed his cheek.
“Would you teach me to play?” He asked after several minutes.
“Really? You want to learn?”
He nodded.
The next hour that passed was frustrating for both Kelsi and Troy and after awhile she declared that Troy lacked musical ability. What she didn’t know was that since then he had bought several learn to play guitar books and had taken guitar lessons. With a sigh, he picked up the guitar she had been playing earlier and began to strum as a memory of what happened after she tried to teach him to play guitar.
“Troy, I give up,” she cried. “I’m sorry, baby, but you lack even the littlest musical ability.”
“I guess some of us were just meant to stay in the audience,” he shrugged as he put the guitar aside. “But lucky for you, I make up for my musical lack in other areas.”
“Oh really, do tell what those areas are.”
“The bedroom,” he grinned.
“Really? Cause I’ve always thought you were-” She squealed when he pulled her off the count and onto the rug in front of the fireplace.
“You’ve always thought what?” He asked as he grinned down at her. “That I am a passionate, experienced lover?”
“You took the words right out of my mouth,” she grinned.
“That’s what I thought,” he smiled then lowered his mouth to hers. He loved feeling her body under his. It was times like this that he missed when one of them was away. He deepened their kiss and let his hand rest on her hip. He wanted to be as close to her as possible.
“I love you, Troy Bolton,” she smiled up at him. Her blue eyes twinkling as they stared up at his own.
“I love you, too, Kelsi.”
Their heated makeout session continued and layers were peeled away until their naked bodies were pressed against each other, his hard manhood pressing against her lower body.
Breaking their kiss, she pushed on his chest and he rolled off her and onto his back. She climbed on top of him and kissed his lips before she lowered her hot sex onto his manhood. She closed her eyes as he filled her up and smiled when she felt his hands come to her sides. He helped guide her motions as she moved up and down above him. Soon they were both panting and feeling their bodies prepare for their releases. He came first and she came a few minutes later crying out his name.
Troy was brought back to the present when he heard her say, “You’re playing my song.”
She had been in the bedroom trying to take a nap when she had heard the melody for the song she had been trying to write two summers ago being played on a guitar. She had gone to investigate and found Troy playing her guitar.
“You finished my song,” she said after a few seconds.
“I hope you aren’t mad.”
“Mad? Troy, I’ve been working on that song for years, I just couldn’t ever finish it.” She moved over to the couch next to him. “And you’re playing the guitar. When did you learn to play the guitar?”
“I wanted to impress you,” he shrugged. “I’ve been taking lessons and teaching myself.”
Unable to help herself, Kelsi leaned over and kissed him hard on the mouth. Realizing what she was doing, she pulled away and tried to compose herself. “Sorry.”
“It’s ok,” he smiled.
“Play the song again,” she requested. “I wanna write down the notes-”
“I have them on my computer,” he said, gesturing to the laptop that sat forgotten in a corner. “I’ve actually put some music together for it. With other instruments you know…I’ll get it setup.”
He handed Kelsi the guitar and she stared in shock. Who was this man and what had he done with her husband?
“Now keep in mind this is just a rough sound mix,” he said once his computer was setup. He hit play on the music composing software he had opened.
As the music began to play Kelsi felt words compiling in her head. “Stop the music!” She exclaimed. “Go back to the beginning.”
Troy did as she requested then watched as she scribbled down lyrics. When the music ended, she looked up from her notebook and smiled.
“Play it again,” she requested.
This time as the music started, she began to sing along.
The broken clock is a comfort
It let's me sleep tonight
Maybe it can start tomorrow
From stealing all my time
I am here still waiting
Though I still have my doubts
I am damaged at best
Like you've already figured out
I'm falling apart
I'm barely breathing
With a broken heart
That's still beating
In the pain
There is healing
In your name
I find meaning
The broken locks were a warning
You got inside my head
I tried my best to be guarded
I'm an open book instead
I still see your reflection
Inside of my eyes
That are looking for purpose
There still looking for life
I'm falling apart
I'm barely breathing
With a broken heart
That's still breathing
In the pain
Is there healing
In your name
I find meaning
So I'm holding on
I'm still holdin on
I'm barely holding on to you
She stopped singing though the music continued as her eyes found Troy’s. She closed her eyes as his hand caressed her face. She wanted to be with him, she wanted to bring their baby into a world where he or she would have a mother and father that would love them. But he didn’t want kids and he-
“I don’t want to divorce you, Kelsi,” he whispered. “I want to be there for you and our baby.” He placed her hand on her stomach. “I don’t know how we’ll make it work, but we can and we will.”
“I don’t need your help, Troy,” she whispered. “You don’t have to feel guilty or feel that we have to stay together because of the baby, I-”
“I don’t want to stay because of the baby or because I feel guilty,” he said. “I want to stay because you’re my wife and I love you.” His eyes met hers. “But if you really want to go through with the divorce, I’ll do what ever you want me to do, but I still want to be a part of our baby’s life.”
“You do? But you said you didn’t want kids,” she said.
“We all say and do stupid things when we’re young, Kels,” he said. “But falling in love with you and marrying you were not mistakes.”
“I love you, Troy Bolton,” Kelsi said with tears streaming down her face.
“I love you, too, Kelsi Nielsen,” Troy kissed his wife.
On Christmas morning, Troy woke up in his childhood bedroom with Kelsi curled up against his side. The last five days had been a blur for them. They had gotten off the mountain Monday morning and as soon as they had reached Chad and Gabriella’s home in Denver had called and told their lawyers there would be no divorce.
Then they had flown home to Albuquerque with Chad, Gabriella and kids for Christmas. Their parents had been thrilled to see them and no one knew that just a few days before Troy and Kelsi had thought their marriage would be over.
“What time is it?” Kelsi asked, still half asleep.
“Seven,” Troy replied. “You wanna get up?”
“Not really,” Kelsi shook her head. “It’s our last Christmas of getting up when ever we feel like it.”
Troy smiled as he pictured a little girl with her mom’s curls dressed in a red velvet Christmas dress. Next year, he thought.
“Troy, Kelsi, are you two awake?” His mom called through the door.
“Yeah, mom, we’re awake,” he called back.
“Good, hurry up, your dad is getting antsy out here,” she laughed.
“So much for getting up when we wanted to,” Kelsi grumbled as she sat up in bed.
“My dad is a big kid,” Troy grinned. He gave his wife a kiss then stood up. “Why don’t you put on my robe before we go out there?”
“You mean you don’t think your parents will like my sexy Christmas nighty you bought for me?” Kelsi spun around, showing off the skimpy red lace nighty she was wearing.
“Don’t even go there,” Troy shook his head as he grabbed the robe from the back of the door and helped her put it on. Then he grabbed a shirt out of his suitcase and pulled it on. He turned around and found Kelsi holding out an envelope. “What’s this?”
“Open it,” she smiled.
He did as he was told and smiled when he saw a petition for legal name change. He read through the petition and smiled when he saw that Kelsi was filing to have her name changed from Kelsi Anne Nielsen to Kelsi Anne Bolton.
“Merry Christmas, Troy,” she smiled.
He grinned and pulled her into his arms, kissing her hard on the mouth. She was his forever and he would never let her go.
Lyrics from Lifehouse’s song Broken
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