LAST DECEMBER

It was Christmas eve. I was getting ready for my date with my fiance and my mind was occupied. "I am going to tell him today", I promised myself. I was just powdering my nose when I heard the honk of a car. It was him. Just the thought of spending the evening with him made me excited. I literally ran down the stairs and when I saw him everything just stopped. There he was, leaning on his car. Wearing a black coat and a pair of denims. He was smiling and his eyes were sparkling. I jumped into his arms and we kissed for a while. He took me to a very fancy restaurant. It was exquisite. We ordered steak and red wine. And he said in all seriousness, "I gotta tell you something."

I replied, "me too". You go first he told me. With a smile on his face. He was struggling to get something off his chest and so was I. After a lot of petty arguing we decided to say together in count of three.

"1....2....3..."

"I'm pregnant."

"I'm dying."

Tears rolled down his eyes. While I kept staring at him in incredulity. 

A year later.

It's Christmas eve again. It's special because it's my son's first Christmas. He's 4 months old now. His father couldn't meet him but I know he loves him too.  

Last December for me was the best. It was my last December with him and his very last one. He will always stay alive in my heart. Forever and ever.