Six. Five . . . Wade does the same, knowing he’s about to need his hands, too. Four. Three . . . I’m getting ready to reintroduce him to the world. Two. One . . . My heart is out of control, but I’m not as I pull Wade to me, kissing him with the force of everything happy. A lot of that unexpected happiness is thanks to him. Once my parents pull apart from their own kiss, they’ll be expecting to embrace me, and they’ll find me in arms they were never betting on finding me in. I stay in Wade’s arms because “Auld Lang Syne” comes on,
