Shayla
The New York skyline glittered as we drove toward my parents' house for Ethan's 10th birthday party. I watched the buildings flash by, a mix of excitement and nerves swirling in my stomach. This wasn't just any birthday—Ethan had been looking forward to this for months. Luckily, my parents were hosting it, which made things easier. They always had a way of making sure everything went off without a hitch.
Chris glanced over, noticing my quiet.
"You okay?" he asked, reaching for my hand.
I smiled, squeezing his hand back.
"Yeah, just a little nervous. I want everything to be perfect for Ethan."
"It will be," Chris said with his usual calm confidence. "You've got nothing to worry about."
