Okay, listen. It’s not like I woke up in Napa Valley with marriage on the brain. It was a series of unfortunate events that resulted in Layken Hobbs in my living room wearing my team hoodie and a pair of my pajama pants.
 

And well, it just so happens, I’m a sucker for pajama pants.
And apparently the girl wearing them.
 

Needing to get her mind off of life for a few days, the team and wags invite her to come with us to Napa Valley for the weekend. A getaway filled with all the alcohol and none of the inhibitions.

Right down to her twerking down the aisle as I waited to say, “I do.”
 

So yeah. That’s how it happened.

We’re not in a position to go through a public divorce right now, so here we are, for better or worse while we figure a way out of our drunken mistake.
 

It’s no big deal.
We can do this, right?
Yeah. Trust me. It’s not as easy as I thought it would be.
 

Because the more I get to know Layken, the more I like her.
And the more I like her, the faster I fall.
 

See?
It’s like I said.
I’m such a sucker.

And now I’m falling in love with my wife.