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Noise wasn’t my thing, and noisy children especially had a way of depleting my already limited social battery,
Milton Falls Christmas Tree Farm—or more informally known as Milton Falls Farm—had been in my family since before the town obtained its festive name.
So before it was Christmas Falls it was Milton Falls
Most would say that I was too serious or might even use the word grump to describe me, all because I wasn't as enthusiastic about Christmas as the rest of the people in town.
some days, I wondered if there was more to me than this tree farm.
Those who did customer service full-time had my absolute respect. It wasn't an easy job.
in a moment of being distracted by the angel in front of me, I'd done the most out of character thing by tripping on the gravel I'd walked through thousands of times before.
Never in my life had I tripped and the first time had to be in front of this cute guy.
Just glad I got to you before you injured your handsome face,”
The three of us brothers had small cabins on the property to give a semblance of privacy, but we still had family meals at the main farmhouse
Micah was the sweetheart of the family and thought everyone was nice.
All I'd learned from the past relationships was that they were nothing but a burden of noise and expectation for me to be someone other than myself.
I was too serious or worked too much or was too close to my family.
“There he is, the boss man,” Mom teased.
an ongoing joke she started when Dad signed the farm over to me, saying that they were now my employees.
God knew I wasn't going to find a boyfriend in Wintertown, where the images of me dressed in diapers, dubbed angel baby, still floated around.
He made me nervous, but not in a bad way.
more in the way of being in front of a crush that I would drop my panties for if I wasn't careful.
Now if only the tree farm had some pretty lights as well, my life would be almost perfect.
No lights?
“I can assure you that all the trees here are very real. You can touch them and see for yourself,” I explained to the elderly man in front of me for the tenth time.
I had a strong dislike for all the festive cheer that seemed to overcome the town as soon as the weather turned cooler, but I found that dislike didn't extend to Felix Joy.
“It's just like any other holiday. An excuse for families to get together and make noise.
eyes fixed upon the spot that looked like the perfect place to kiss a possessive hickey to.
He wasn't mine, but that didn't mean I wanted anyone else to have him either.
He told me I looked snatched and was dripping with rizz today.
Oh Jesus lol
The cone of the baler had been painted in the likeness of Santa's head, so it looked like Santa was throwing up a tree every time we used it.
“And why shouldn't I? I'm an adult, he's an adult. There's nothing wrong with having a bit of fun,” I said.
Dumb ass
“Exactly, and what other reason would I have to visit a bar when I don't know anyone here?
Stop being stupid
he wouldn't want anything serious with someone like me. Nobody ever did.
The men in Wintertown were never interested in me, only seeing me as my parents’ fragile miracle baby,
“I'll get you a glass of water. You need to stay hydrated 'cuz this is gonna be a long night,”
“You're gonna get tired of me or I'll do something to mess up and ruin everything.
I had a hard time accepting when things weren't in my control.
Bruce already thought I was young. Him knowing that I still slept with a stuffed animal would have him running,
they still saw me as their fragile miracle baby they were blessed with in their forties,
My exes had never stayed the night at my place before. The farm was my family's home, and it never felt right to bring a date here.
I never thought I was a needy man, but I was just about ready to resort to begging him if he didn't start spending time with me.
Their stock of young trees alone was in the high thousands.
Mom giggled, and I heard Dad trying to get her to quiet down
Oh no
but my parents had always been a bit eccentric, evident from them dressing me up in an angel costume as a baby and allowing the entire world to see pictures of me in my diapers.
“No, I mean, what are you doing here in Ch...
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Though I still can't believe your boss is making you work on Christmas day,” Mom said and gave Bruce the stink eye.
If it wasn’t his man you’d get him fired, dumb ass
“Bruce is my boyfriend. We're together,” I said.
“B-but he's your boss,” Mom argued.
Ok and? You don’t read romance novels?
