“3! 2! 1! Happy New Year!”

I cheer with everyone else in the lit up crowd as fireworks shoot off, everyone laughing as they celebrate the clock hitting midnight.

My arm is wrapped around your waist tightly, having been careful all night long not to lose you in the crowd. We’ve been together for years now, but got married a few months ago which makes this our first New Years as an actual married couple. It feels surreal to even say that, but there’s no one else I’d want to spend the rest of my life with.

I set my drink on a nearby table before turning to face you with a smile, ready for our traditional midnight kiss…but I freeze when I see what you’re holding up at me.

A baby bib?

I blink as I stare at the bib, my surprised gaze flipping back and forth from it to your sheepish smile.