As we start driving home, Lazarus's excitement is palpable. His enthusiasm is infectious, but I can’t shake the undercurrent of fear that grips me.
While driving, Lazarus asks, "What do you want to do for your 21st birthday? It will be here soon."
I laugh, a touch of sarcasm in my voice. "Nothing now. I did want to go out and party and drink since it's the big 21, but now I can't do shit."
He grabs my hand, his touch grounding. "We’ll figure out some way to make your birthday good."
I laugh again, more sassy this time. "Lazarus, it’s my 21st birthday coming up and I’m f*****g pregnant with twins. My luck, these two will suck so much energy out of me that I’ll probably nap all day."
He squeezes my hand, his eyes never leaving the road but filled with determination. "Trust me, I will ma
