Midnight At Home

We were supposed to go to Derek and Jen’s rooftop party tonight. I had the outfit picked out, Marcus had actually styled his hair, we were ready. Then 7 PM hit and I could barely keep my eyes open. Being three months pregnant is like having the flu except everyone expects you to be glowing about it.

Midnight At Home

So instead of ringing in 2010 with champagne and crowds, we ordered Chinese takeout and watched the ball drop from our couch. At midnight, Marcus put his hand on my barely-there bump and whispered “next year there’ll be three of us.” I started crying right there in our tiny kitchen, and not the pretty kind of crying.

I don’t know what this decade will bring but I know who I’ll be next to when it happens. And I know who’ll be joining us in June. I’m 21 and I’m building a whole life and it’s terrifying and beautiful and I wouldn’t trade this quiet moment for any party.