21.

"Babe! Don't forget dad's Tupperware!" I shout from upstairs after deciding I don't wish to be murdered by my father.

"I heard you the first 20 times." My idiot boyfriend shouts back at me sarcastically making me roll my eyes.

"Thanks babe!" I shout again deciding not to entertain his attitude. Today is an important day and I can't have him ruining it for me.

I look at my reflection in the mirror a little longer than usual then take a long, deep breath. I've done this quite a few times but it never gets any easier. I do my final check-ups then take my purse to go downstairs so we can leave, dad is probably waiting impatiently.

"How are you feeling?" My boyfriend asks as we drive silently to my dad's house with the radio softly playing in the background. It's a thing we like to do, one might call it a minor bonding session.

I feel... anxious.

"Excited," I answer him honestly. I'm feeling a lot of things but excitement is definitely on the surface. It's the primary feeling.

It's weird b