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He pulled me close and kissed me right between my eyebrows. “You’re magnificent.” “Not so bad yourself.” He chuckled and turned, drawing me close. Someone brought us a glass of wine, and he lifted the cup. “I think most of you know I’m too young to be drinking with you.” They laughed. “I promise, we’re drinking what’s appropriate. We’re joined here to celebrate the new year and the first Awakening in twenty years…”

There was no rush, no urgency, just love, deep relief, and a silent promise of care and protection. When we pulled back, I rested my forehead against hers. "That's okay," I said quietly. "I'll make up for it. I promise I won't go a single day this new year without kissing you." Annie laughed. It was a real, bright laugh that sounded like music after everything we'd been through. She kissed me back, quick and sweet. "Happy New Year, Nate." "Happy New Year, Annie."

She was drunk with the anticipation of feeling him inside her. He slowed his kisses and pulled away to look at her as the DJ outside began the countdown to the New Year over the mic. When they got down to one and heard the cheers, Noah smiled and Veronica smiled back, still barely able to catch her breath. She couldn't think of a more perfect way to ring in the New Year. "Happy New Year," he whispered, and without giving her time to respond, he kissed Veronica very slowly, prolonging it as it got deeper and deeper, driving her absolutely crazy. Then he stopped to gaze at her for a moment. "I love you."

I love these girls. As we untangled from the hug, our eyes met, and in unison, we spoke: "Happy New Year."

A thin wisp of smoke rose and scattered to the wind. It was New Year’s Eve and families gathered around. Before he knew it, he was already here. All he wanted to do was see her and listen to her voice again. By the time she hung up on the phone, it was exactly midnight. The sound of fireworks exploding in the air was endless and the sky was lit over and over again by exotic colors. Glancing at the balcony, he realized she was long gone. He was trapped in a gloomy silence for quite some time before he murmured, “Happy New Year, honey!”

A flicker of panic crossed her face, but she quickly regained her composure. “It was the first day of New Year's. The company's not that unreasonable. I only stayed a little while before my boss let me off early. Since I was already out and had nothing to do, I went to play cards with my friends. You’re not going to be jealous over that, right?” She pouted, looking slightly annoyed. “I need my own social life too. I can’t revolve around you all the time, can I?” Her explanation was flawless, but I still caught a hint of guilt in her voice.

"Don't go." Just then, everyone started shouting, "Ten, Nine, Eight...." Vickie's eyes lit up. "See? You made it all the way to midnight without turning into a pumpkin!" "It's not officially midnight yet," Ari grumbled. "Three, two, one! Happy New Year!" Sentiments for the new year started coming from everyone as guys started kissing random girls.

Just as Lennon was about to go down from the roof, suddenly, in the silence of the roof, the phone he was holding started to sing. He picked it up and looked, his heart trembled. It was actually Cassie's, he heaved a sigh of relief, laughed, and picked it up. "Hey!" "Did you call me?" Cassie asked curiously from that end. "Yes, I want to talk to you. Happy New Year." Lennon replied in a low voice. "Happy New Year." Cassie replied. "I remember that when you celebrated the new year in the past, you would ask me for red packets."

"Stop being scared of happiness." "That's a good one." "Yours?" "Same. Stop waiting for everything to fall apart. Just enjoy what we have." "We have a lot." "We really do." At midnight, we kissed. Rang in the new year. Our first year as husband and wife. Our first year as parents, almost. My phone buzzed. Text from Andrew: *Happy New Year, brother. And sister-in-law. And future niece or nephew.* Then Marcus: *To family. New and old. Fucked up and perfect.*

When the first fireworks exploded across the sky at midnight, Mateo turned me gently and kissed me - slow, deep, full of promises. "Happy New Year, Amore," he whispered against my lips, his breath warm against my skin, his eyes filled with a hopeful glimmer. "This year is going to be ours. I promise you, we're going to make it ours." I wanted to believe him so badly, to surrender to the optimism in his voice, to trust that we could overcome the obstacles that stood in our way. I closed my eyes for a moment, allowing myself to imagine a future filled with happiness and peace, a future where we could finally be a family.