Emily, New Years Eve's Day
”Hey, Emmy, where are you hiding? I'm carrying bubbles of happiness.” I heard my sister barge through my front door. We had planned to celebrate New Year's Eve together just as in the good old days. The two of us and a group of girlfriends and then off to a club later in the evening. Her sweet husband had offered to take their offspring to his parents insisting that his wife, my sister needed this night off. My sister was a pediatrician and had been too busy the last few weeks before Christmas. She had even been on call during the holidays. One of the things I enjoyed the most about having my own business was being able to decide when to take time off, travel and when to work 24/7.
I'd indeed returned from New York with both contracts. It had been difficult not to jump from joy, and at the same time, I'd had the strangest feeling in my body. Definitely not because of my work. Having landed two new customers was extraordinary and then in New York. My small agency was truly turning global.
”Hey Sis, I'm in the bathroom,” I hollered back at her and tried to get a grip before she came barreling in. Privacy with my sister was non-existent and not necessary.
She sat on the edge of the bathtub and handed me a flute of champagne. ”Skål, she cheered let's have a party. Do you want me to turn on some music?”
My cell was on the edge of the sink, and she took it starting to scroll through playlists. I had a little bit of everything, and she decided on a ”New Years Eve Party”-playlist with an excellent mix for the last party of the year.
Finally, she looked at me, ”Hey, what's the matter with you?” My eyes were red and swollen after having cried all morning.
”I guess there's no turning back,” I said and pointed at the three pregnancy tests staring at us. ”Two red stripes on all three.”
”Oh sweetie, this is the best news in the world!” My sister exclaimed. ”Absolutely, I never thought you would have any kids of your own, and you don't dream of how much I want to be an aunt.”
”But I'm alone. I hadn't planned on getting pregnant and especially not on having to take responsibility on my own.”
”You have all of us, and you can do your job from anywhere. It's going to be amazing.”
”I know I really do. I'm just overwhelmed right now, and I want to keep the baby, no doubt about it. This may be my only chance."
”What about the father?” My sister asked quietly.
”If I know who he is or where he is?"
She nodded encouragingly at me.
”We met in New York, and only had that one night together, but it was wild and fantastic. He's a captain in a private plane company traveling around the world.”
”Do you know how to get in touch with him?”
”Hmm, sort of, but I don't know if he's interested in hearing from me? It was only supposed to be that one evening and “no strings,” but I've found him on f*******: and Instagram.”
”Well, we don't have to decide right now." She put her arm around me and gave me a warm and comforting hug. "We're in this together as a family."
She caressed my hair, and my tears rolled down my cheeks. "You're not going to be alone, beautiful."
”But we need to get you something to drink without alcohol.”