Ethan
Today should be one of the best days, and in many ways… it is.
…
I’m in my office, checking my phone for the third time in less than five minutes.
The message is still there.
“Everything went well…”
I read that part over and over…
I smile, I can’t help it.
I lean back in my chair, running a hand over my face as I let out a small laugh.
“God…” I murmur.
I don’t know exactly when this stopped being a distant idea and started feeling so… real.
A baby, my son… Our son.
The image forms in my mind effortlessly, too easily… Too clearly.
And that… hits me in a way I didn’t expect.
I remember my father, always serious, always busy, always… distant.
I don’t have many memories of him at home, not the kind I’d like, not the kind I would have wanted.
The ones I have… They're brief
