Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 71(@200wpm)___ 57(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 71(@200wpm)___ 57(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
“I’m emailing Finance!” she declares, making Ford, me, and everyone else in earshot burst into fits of laughter.
“Daddy, I want to email her back!” Felicity shouts out, hopping up from my desk chair and rushing over to leap into her daddy’s arms. Both our girls have Ford wrapped around their little fingers, just like I do, and watching him be a father is truly the most amazing thing.
I was shocked when, five years ago, we discovered we were expecting not one but two baby girls. But, with Ford by my side, I knew we’d manage every challenge that could come our way. We threw ourselves into renovating the spare room into their nursery, and Ford was so hands-on, researching and learning all he could, and so excited to be a dad. He’s truly everything I could ever wish for in a husband, though even seven years later, I still love to wind him up just as much as ever.
I take a sip of coffee, leaning into Ford’s side as one of my team members, an older lady named Claire, offers the girls cupcakes and gives them a jigsaw puzzle she brought in for the kids. Claire is like the mom of our team and has grandkids around the girls’ age, and I trust her implicitly to watch over them as she sets up the jigsaw and the girls get frosting all over their faces.
“God help their coworkers when they’re older,” I joke to Ford as we take a minute to enjoy our hot coffees, thanks to Claire. “They’re gonna run their offices.”
Ford grins, kissing the top of my head. “Maybe they’ll meet their matches there, too,” he suggests. “Someone who can handle all their sass, just like how you found me.”
I elbow him playfully. “Depends if their head of Finance knows how to set decent budgets,” I tease back, laughing when he tickles my side in retaliation.
As I stand there, my husband’s arm wrapped around me and the sound of our daughters’ laughter echoing through the office, I can’t help but be grateful for the version of me all those years ago who mis-sent that text.
Because there’s nowhere else I’d rather be and nobody else I’d rather be here with.
The End