Page 91 of Broken Headboards

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.