When we arrive at home the preparation for a celebration is already in full swing. This celebration is nothing like the anniversary. There are balloons set around the ballroom all in blue and pink. There's a huge banner saying 'Best of luck future parents' and there is a delicious smell of a variety of food being prepared from the kitchen.
Obviously, our mothers aren't the only ones excited for the child. Dillon looks around at the long tables which are slowly beginning to fill up with food that the waiters carry over from the kitchen on trays.
"There they are!" squeals a familiar voice. Dillon’s mother comes through the door and walks towards us with her arms wide open. "I'm so excited," she squeals pulling me into a tight hug. Dillon pulls her away from me gently to prevent my ribs fro
