The holidays could be lonely. Only this year, I had options. Two.
Ben and Jonas both wanted to spend time with me. I wanted to spend time with both of them.
So, I set up a holiday adventure in a mountain cabin. We’d be alone, away from civilization, which worked out perfectly since I had no desire to keep it civil. I wanted to be naughty with my naughty boys.
By Sunday morning, I knew that wasn’t going to work. I wasn’t tired of them. I hadn’t had my fill. And my naughty boys hadn’t either. Merry Christmas to me. Maybe if I could convince them, we could find a happily ever after together, as long as the past doesn’t get in our way.