Page 310 of The Baby Twist
“Okay. I’ll be right back.”
“She’s kind of annoying.” Ashton looked at me. “Beautiful, but annoying.”
“I’m going to head to the restroom, son,” I said as I stood up.
“Okay, Dad.”
I followed the young girl to Starbucks.
“Excuse me,” I said. “Which seat are you sitting in?”
“Um, 3B.” She glanced at her boarding pass.
“How would you like to switch seats?” I smiled. “I’m not really feeling the window seat today.”
“Are you sure?” she asked.
“I’m positive.” I smiled.
As I walked away, I heard they were starting to board our plane.
“Here’s your coffee,” the young woman said, handing the cup to Ashton.
He took a sip. “This is not an Americano.”
“Are you sure? It says Americano on the cup,” the young woman spoke.
“I know an Americano when I taste one, and this isn’t it.”
“Then the barista messed up. There’s no need to act like a child about it.”
“Excuse me?” Ashton cocked his head.
“By the way, you owe me eight dollars for the coffee,” she said, and I chuckled.
“Eight dollars for this crap?”
“Pay her, son.” I placed my hand on his shoulder with a smile.
She took the money from Ashton’s hand, scanned her boarding pass, and walked ahead of us.
“I hope that woman isn’t sitting anywhere near us,” Ashton said.
I smiled all the way down the loading bridge to the plane. When Ashton reached his seat, he stopped in the aisle and stared at the young woman.
“Uh, you’re sitting in my dad’s seat.”
“Your dad told me I could sit here. He wasn’t feeling the window seat today.”
The smile never left my face as he stared at me while I placed my bag in the overhead and took the seat behind him. A few moments later, a text came through from him.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“You’ve just met your future wife, son.”
He immediately turned around and looked at me.
One Year Later
