Page 47 of Falling in Love with Two

Coming to the gyno is one of the few responsible adult things that I do. Well, I guess that’s not entirely true anymore. I was set to move into my new apartment this upcoming weekend, but the landlord called asking me to delay it because the whole building is apparently a crime scene.

No idea why.

I probably should have asked, but I’m trying to damnedest to go through with this. Knowing that information probably wouldn’t have helped.

At this point, I’m about out of time, so I really just need to suck it up and make the most of it. I’ve been in worse situations than this, and I always manage to land on my feet.

Things could always be worse.

Just have to keep pushing forward and telling myself that.

I look out my windshield at the front of the building. I’ve always loved people watching. I like making up fake scenarios in my head.

First a woman comes walking out holding her screaming toddler’s hand. She tries ignoring him, but finally, she bends down and yells right back. I laugh as I wonder if they’re arguing over him wanting a Happy Meal or if he’s just sick of his mom’s shit.

Clearly, she’s sick of his.

Next, I see a woman with a big pregnant belly come waddling out the front door. She’s talking to someone over her shoulder. By the way she’s pointing her finger and bobbing her head, I’d say she’s giving them hell.

Man, everybody is crabby today.

I watch her take her crazy curls and tie them into a bun on top of her head as she waits for someone to follow her.

When I catch a glimpse of the man who walks out behind her, my jaw drops. I squint as hard as I can because there’s no way.

As he walks out into the parking lot, though, I’m one-hundred-percent sure…

It’s Dylan Lawson.

At the lady doctor.

With someone who is very pregnant.

Okay, don’t freak out, Leah. It’s probably not what it looks like.

It becomes hard and harder to convince myself of that when I watch him put his arm around her to help her step down off the curb. She still looks like she’s lecturing him, but he says something to her and flashes his dimples, and just like that, she’s smiling at him. Then, she stops walking to give him a hug.

Yeah, he has that effect on women.

So, is Mr. Golden Retriever going to be a dad?

Maybe I should be surprised, but I’m no stranger to men lying. I guess I’m just used to it by now.

A decent man is way harder for me to believe in at this point. I have yet to meet one of those.

Now, I find myself really glad that I didn’t call him up to fuck again. Wouldn’t want him to cheat for a third time.

My heart races when I see that they’re about to walk right in front of my car. Quickly, I recline the seat so that I won’t be spotted.

As they pass, I faintly hear him say, “Come on. I’ll take you to lunch before we head home. Anywhere you want to go.”

The woman says, “What if I want a steak and a cheeseburger?”

“Then, we will get both.”

“That’s why I love you.”

I feel like such an idiot. Not all that long ago, I was thinking about what it would be like to be with a good man like Dylan. I let myself get lost in a fantasy that was inaccurate for a multitude of reasons.

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