*Olivia*
It was easy to forget all the chaos of the previous weeks while standing in the living room decorated with colorful balloons. Baby blues and bright pinks were bunched together on either side of us, and a huge colorful banner hung above where Gio and I were standing.
With his arm around my waist, supporting me, I glowed happily as I had on my wedding day, our friends and family surrounding us. Everyone I loved was there–Dahlia, Alessandro, Tallon, my mom, and James and Becca.
And of course, standing happily in front of us with her swollen belly was Elena, just out of the way but close enough to reach out for her. She’d gracefully taken a step back even after we offered to let her join us on our makeshift stage.
“Here comes the cake!” my mom sang, pushing through the others as she set the cake on the simple table in front of us. She handed the knife to me.
