" I understood immediately why Brandon wanted to see me hold him. Looking at Brandon, all six feet four inches, two hundred and forty pounds of pure muscle holding our six pound son was what finally had the tears rolling down my cheeks. “Hey little man.” He whispered as he stood a couple feet from the bed. “Babe,” his head snapped up to look at me, his smile the only thing I could focus on, “did you hear the nurse? About when he was born?” Brandon nodded and looked back down to Liam, “You have pretty good timing son. You couldn’t have come on a more perfect day.” I "
― Molly McAdams , Taking Chances (Taking Chances, #1)