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Austin Randall, a designer, CEO, husband….and now, a father. Who would’ve fucking thought? Definitely not me.
Looks like dreams do come true, even if you never knew you dreamt of them in the first place.
I kiss her, letting the shower rain down on us.
“I love you, Mrs. Randall,” I say, choking back my tears.
“I love you, Mr. Randall.”
“And guess what, baby?” I ask her.
“What?” she asks with a smile.
“I think we’re going to be late for work after all,” I say.
She smiles at me as I take her in my arms.
And kiss her.
For the first time ever for the rest of our lives.
