As everyone counted down for the new years, Wally held your hand, squeezing it in anticipation as everyone exclaimed the numbers, counting down from twenty nine seconds.

20, 19, 18, 17, 16, 15, 14, 13, 12, 11, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1…

Wally’s hand slides up from your hand to your waist, before pulling you into a small and quick kiss, his hands gently cupping tour face before smiling when he pulled away.

“Happy new years, beautiful.” Wally said softly, his tone sweet as fireworks shot up into the sky.