Snowed In (Fitzpatrick Christmas, #2)

by Catherine Walsh

“Zoe.” “Good hair is wasted on men,” she continues, oblivious. “Like eyelashes. Why do you all have such long eyelashes? I pay fifty euro for my lash lift; meanwhile, you’re just walking around like some Victorian doll.”

Zoe wanted to be a mother, so she became a mother. My siblings have their partners. My colleagues have their careers, and I have an empty apartment, a job I lose interest in by the day, and friends and girlfriends that come and go with such little impact on my life that I’m beginning to think something’s wrong with me.

Sad

There’s an extra buzz in the run-up to Christmas, one that brings everyone out despite the cold. That means roaring fires in pubs and busking choirs and just a little extra something that makes you smile that bit brighter. A sense of anticipation that’s even nicer than the day itself.

Wo tru

“Do you seriously think your dad’s going to be mad at you for this? You’re not a kid anymore.” “He won’t be mad,” Christian says, standing carefully. “Just disappointed.” “Ah. Those kind of Daddy issues.”

HAHA

I’ll make it up to him after tonight. I’ll fawn over him on Christmas Day. I’ll wash all the dishes after dinner and miraculously heal his relationship with his father. I’ll be the best fake girlfriend ever.

HAhaah

“The way he looks at you…” “Like he’s madly in love,” I joke, searching for the one I want. “Like he sees you.” And the sheer honesty in her voice makes me turn around.

Awe mamas know

“But having you back home these past few days has reminded me how proud I am of you. And I don’t know if I ever told you that, but I am. What you’ve done, and the life you’ve made for yourself, I might not have always understood it, but I’m proud of you for doing it. For standing on your own two feet.” She shrugs, blinking back the fresh glimmer in her eyes. “Makes me think I did something right raising you.”

Im a sucker for a goo mothertring moment

“For a hundred million reasons,” I say softly. “That’s why I ran. But I guess the tipping point was when he sabotaged my career.” “What?” “He pretended to be me and turned down a job I wanted. I found out the night before the wedding.”

Isaac yu mother fuckee

“It’s not your fault.” “I know. But knowing it doesn’t magically get rid of every insecurity.

this morning I woke up to snow. Proper snow. Not crappy melty snow. No. This was a big white fairy-tale blanket of it. That coated the entire garden and came down for a good hour in thick white smudges that blotted out the entire sky.

Dreamy

“Running from our wedding?” he reminds me, a hint of sarcasm peeking through. “Embarrassing me in front of our family and friends? You didn’t even leave me a note.” “I didn’t need to leave a note. You know why I left.” “Because you wanted to make a point.” “Because I couldn’t stand you.” And the quiet venom in the words is enough to freeze him to the spot. “Because I didn’t love you. Because you’re a manipulative asshole, and if I’d stayed, I would have been miserable.”

Go off queen

Something changes in that moment, and all of a sudden I wish I’d never thought of this plan. I wish I could go back to her apartment that first night and sit on her couch and kiss her like she should always be kissed. Like how she should be right now. And there’d be no pretending about it.

Aweeee i love when he falls first

“Do not drive in this,” Zoe continues. “It’s chaos out here and it hasn’t even got to us yet.” There’s a muffled conversation and then she comes back on. “Okay, new plan. You call your Mam, and Molly will call Andrew and then thoughts and prayers, I guess.”

Lolo