The next morning, Leighanne was up early fixing breakfast for herself when the phone rang. She went over to answer it as quickly as possible so the ring would not wake up Brian.

"Hello?"

"Um, hi. Who is this?"

"Leighanne."

"Oh, I was calling for Brian Littrell. I must have the wrong number."

Leighanne thought about that for a quick second. Someone who obviously knew Brian had not been informed about their engagement. He figured it was something important to the Backstreet Boys, so she quickly made up a story.

"Oh, I'm just visiting him. I live in Georgia. We went to high school together."

"I see," the man on the other end of the line responded reluctantly. "So, is Brian there or not?"

"Yes, he is, but he's still asleep."

"Okay."

"Do you want me to take a message for him?"

"Well it's important."

"Alright, I'll go wake him up if you'll hang on for a sec."

"Fine."

She carefully set the phone on the table and rushed upstairs. Whe she walked into the bedroom, Brian opened one eye at her. He sat up when he saw her.

"Hi, sweetie," he said in his morning voice.

"Good morning, baby. Someone's on the phone for you and says it's important."

"Alright," he said as he pulled himself out of bed. He gave Leighanne a quick peck on the cheek as he walked out the door.

He walked down to the kitchen to pick up the phone and she made their bed. Then she walked down and joined him in the kitchen. She walked in right as he was hanging up.

"Who was that?"

"Jive, our record company."

"Oh? Honey, what did they want?"

"They want to mess up the wedding again. It needs to be reschudeled, AGAIN! We've been scheduled for promotional work in New York over the holidays."

"Oh!"

"We're going there the night before Christmas Eve and coming home December 30."

"I see."

"Leighanne, I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault, Brian, but I don't know how much more of this I can take."