My pen travels up and down the page for what feels like the millionth time. Notes are scribbled all over it. I've made such a mess that I might as well print out another checklist.

"Everything's been done, right?" Gabe asks.

"Come on, babe. You've been so good this whole time. Don't freak out on me now," I say calmly, trying to encourage him along.

He sighs and nods. "Alright, sorry. I know it's just the rehearsal today, but as far as I know everything has been ...