Reasons I shouldn’t walk through Tyler Sullivan’s door:
When we met my dress was literally ripped, until he fixed it
We haven’t seen each other since he left my hotel room, with said dress on the floor
He’s much too old for me
I’m pregnant with his baby—and I don’t know if I’m meant to be a mother
If you saw how sexy Tyler looks in a tailored suit with a lollipop held between his fingers, you’d understand how I got into this situation.
But my life is filled with flashing lights, sold out stadiums, and sound checks. Being a popstar is not suited for love or babies.
Yet he looks at me like everything might actually be alright.
He’s handy, kind, and wants to raise our baby (with or without me).
If I let him, he might just mend my broken heart.
This is an open door, small town, angsty, accidental pregnancy romance between a popstar and a fledgling fashion designer who is fourteen years her senior.
Content warning: discussions/memories of sexual assault, past sexual trauma, discussions around abortion, toxic mother-daughter relationship
