Must be Santa (COMPLETED)

12

Nick

"Come on pick up. Pick up pick up" I whisper beneath a lazy breath.

"Hello?" I hear her voice on the other end.

"Wynter! I nee—"

"You've reached the voicemail of Wynter. Please leave a message and I will try to get back to you as soon as possible"

"Wynter...it's me...jolly Saint Nick" I teased but clear my throat. "Anyways, I need to talk to you, it's important. Give me a call once you get this." I hang up the call and turn the corner leading to my room before bumping into Drew.

"Move Drew" I grumbled, pushing him away as he blocked my path.

"Wow. Some one is tense!" He chuckled.

"I sure am. Jack Frostenson has been scheming again" I cursed, lighting up my phone to see if Wynter had returned my call.

"Again?" Drew grumbles, following my steps as I ventured to my room.

"Last time it was to ruin Christmas"

"And this time?" He asks, running in front of me to block my steps. He looked at me with curious eyes, anxious to hear of Jack's new plans.

"My title. He wants to be Santa and is doing everything in his power to make sure it comes to pass" I mumbled looking across the hallway. Drew stared into my eyes before shrugging.

"Just ignore him. I think he must love the attention he gets from making you upset or he's jealous of you"

"I guess" I cursed, pushing past him and finally entering into my room. I fall into the bed, collapsing into the sheets and pushing an arm against my eyes.

"So what now?" Drew asks, tossing a snow globe from one hand to the other. I sat up, pondering his words before finally answering.

"I bring Wynter here and walk her down the isle. Is he has to be Mrs. Clause. Or at least pretend to be until the council gets off my back"

"She's gonna be pissed." Drew announces, shaking his head in disbelief, "I can't wait!" he chuckled making me smell his pits before running out my room.

Wynter

I finally come home, exhausted from a long day at work. Just like Liz promised, my rental was waiting for me in the parking lot. My mechanic said my car would be in the shop for another week so that was more bad news.

Whatever.
I knew I could take a bubbly bath and cook a yummy dinner to clear my mind. I didn't need any more bad news.
Suddenly, my phone vibrates and I get a missed voicemail from Santa?

What did he want now?

I ventured to the voicemail screen and put his message on speaker before taking off my heels and jacket.

"Hey Wynter it's me, your jolly old St. Nick"

I roll my eyes as I listen to his forced chuckle. I knew he needed something again.

I need to talk to you. It's important, so give me a call when you get this"

I threw my shoes in the coat closet beneath my pile of snow shoes.

My phone vibrates again but I choose to ignore the notification. It may have been Nick again and I was not in the mood to deal with him...not tonight.

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By the time I finished my bath, my conscience felt heavy. Maybe I should call him?
But what if he wanted me to do something crazy like moving to the North Pole or actually going through with marrying him?