Page 146 of Falling in Love with Two

He starts laughing. “Oh, not at all. You know your sister and how she butts heads with your mom. Liz would have hated anything Suzanne did merely on principle.”

“Good point.”

“I think that’s why your mom has kept her visits pretty short and sweet. Too much time together, and they’ll start arguing.”

I nod. “Neither one of them wants to admit it, but they are basically the same person.”

“Please don’t ever tell Liz that. I will never hear the end of it.” He pauses a second. “Why don’t you get out of here for the afternoon. I will finish up the car you were working on.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. Go see your girls.”

On my way home, my head spins. Jack and I were having some fun catching up about everything, but I’m more worried about Leah than I let on—mainly because I don’t want to publicize anything that feels so personal between the two of us.

She’s had a really rough time since we have gotten home. Between the sleep deprivation, the crazy hormones, and the feeling that she’s doing something wrong, she’s struggling. I’ve been doing everything I can to try to help, but I’m not sure what exactly to do.

My main goal is to handle the baby as much as possible so that she can have time to relax and not constantly have to be on baby duty. But I also don’t want her to assume that I think she’s doing a bad job.

That’s not it.

I think she’s doing a great job.

But I also think she’s overwhelmed.

I’ve always known how to make a woman smile and how to make her feel special. That should be easier with the mother of my child. Why does it seem so much harder?

Okay, time to make a few pit stops on my way home.

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I walk through the door to find Leah on the couch with Luna laying on her knees. She is completely different than the woman I left earlier today. She’s had a shower, and her hair is piled in a bun on top of her head. She’s now wearing different clothes too.

“Hey, you,” she greets with a smile.

“Hey, gorgeous. You two look like you’re having a good time.”

“I think little Luna and I have come to an understanding.”

“Oh?”

She nods. “We are giving up on breastfeeding and are going to exclusively do formula. I won’t be frustrated, and she won’t be hungry.”

“Wow. You must have had a big day.”

“Your mom came over to drop off some food, and I had a big ol’ breakdown in front of her.”

I walk toward her. “Oh, shit. Are you okay?”

“I’m good. Your mom reminded me of just how much of a bad ass bitch I am. And she assured me that everything I’m feeling is normal.”

“Damn, I really need to send that woman a fruit basket or something.”

“Dylan, she has metaphorically picked me up off the floor multiple times now. I think you can spring for more than a fruit basket.”

I lean forward to kiss her. “I’m glad you’re feeling better. I brought you some presents in case you weren’t.”

“Ooooh, let me see!”

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