Page 61 of Falling in Love with Two

This time, we are staying together for the sake of our unborn child. It’s not a romantic situation. As wonderful as our sex was, I need a space that I can call my own—somewhere I can go to freak out in peace.

Pulling me from my thoughts, he says, “There’s a bathroom off of the master, so the one in the hallway is all yours.”

“Okay, sounds good.”

“Leah, are you okay? I mean, aside from the obvious.”

“I’m just…overwhelmed, I think. A lot of things have changed in the past couple days. I just—” My voice cracks with unexpected emotion.

I tell myself I’m not going to cry, but that all changes when Dylan pulls me close and wraps me in a big hug. The dam breaks, and the tears begin to flow.

While he holds me, he doesn’t try to get me to stop. He doesn’t try to give me some bullshit pep-talk about how everything will be okay.

There’s only one thing he says.

“I’ve got you.”

Somehow, those three little words are the most comforting things he can say to me right now.

I just hope it’s true.

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Dylan

Anxiously waiting, I pace back and forth by the front door. I didn’t get much sleep last night. Finding out you're going to be a father has that effect on a man.

I’m glad that Leah agreed to move in, but now, I’m freaking out about making sure she’s as comfortable as possible. After all, the woman is carrying my baby.

That’s weird as fuck to think about.

After Leah left last night, I realized I may be a little out of my element, so I called in reinforcements.

A knock on the door signals that they’ve arrived. I open to see my mom and my sister, Michelle, standing there.

Michelle stares daggers through me. “Dylan, it’s seven AM. I can’t fathom what would possibly be this important.”

Mom sets her hands on her daughter’s shoulders. “Your sister just needs some coffee.”

“Come on in,” I tell them. “I just made a big pot.”

They walk past me to come inside, and Michelle heads straight for the kitchen.

“Aren’t you having any?” Mom asks me.

“I will. I want to talk first.”

“Wow. Must be important,” she says.

Michelle chimes in. “I could have told you that when he called us at the ass crack of dawn.”

“Michelle, you have a kid,” I say. “Aren’t you used to getting up early?”

“My kid is a teenager. When she doesn’t have school, I’m lucky if she gets out of bed before ten.”

Moments later, she comes over to join my mom and me in the living room.

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