CASSIERain taps against the bedroom window when I wake up. It has been a month since Austin talked about wanting to try. To be an actual husband to me, and it’s going too well.The door opens quietly, and Austin steps in carrying a breakfast tray. On it sits a plate of eggs and toast, a cup of tea, and a single white rose in a narrow glass.My heart does a small, unexpected flip. Each day since his declaration has come with its own unique surprise, but it still leaves me speechless. He sets the tray across my lap, leans down, and brushes a kiss against my cheek.“Morning, beautiful,” he says. “Eat before it gets cold.”Without waiting for my response, he disappears into the bathroom. I hear the shower start and pick at the food, more focused on the soft sound of water than on the plate.
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