Page 64 of Falling in Love with Two

She’s starting to piss me off. “Amy, this isn’t playing house. This is my fucking life.”

She sighs and comes over to sit down. “I’m sorry. This is just a lot to process.”

“How do you think I feel? I’m the one it’s happening to,” I snap.

“I just feel bad. If I didn’t have my mom moving in, you could stay here. I feel like I’m failing you.”

“Amy, once again, this isn’t about you.” I enunciate each word slowly to make sure she gets it. “I’m not mad that I have to move out. It is what it is. Moving in with Dylan is a good option. My only good option. I’m doing it.”

“I’m just really going to miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too, Amy. Why do you seem so much more emotional now than you were before?”

“Because my best friend is having a baby! I wish I was going to be around more for all of it.”

“Amy, I’m not going to war. We will still work together and see each other all the time.”

I’m the pregnant one, but leave it to Amy to be dramatic.

As I finish putting the last of my clothes into a bag, she asks, “Are you doing okay?”

Well, let’s see, I’m pregnant. I haven’t slept in close to 48 hours because I can’t shut my mind off. My stomach feels like it’s in one giant knot. And I’m about to move in with a man who I slept with twice before telling him to stay away so I could get my shit together.

Ha! Look how that turned out.

I don’t want to say any of this to Amy, though. She already feels like she’s failing me. As much as I love my best friend, I’m ready to get out of here. This chapter of my life is coming to a close, and I’m ready for a new one.

I’m just tired of listening to her lecture me about my decisions. I may be getting ready to be a mom, but I don’t need Amy acting like one to me.

I’m over it.

It takes a while, but I finally manage to get out of Amy’s. She was a tear factory—which is ironic because I’m the one who has an embryo wreaking havoc on my hormones.

I drive through the streets of Lilly Leaf Falls—the town that Dylan calls home. I guess now, it’s the town that I call home too.

It’s even smaller than Kensington, and all of the buildings are so cute and quaint that they look like they belong in a snow globe.

And everybody waves. Every single person I have passed has waved. In Kensington, I didn’t get many waves, and in Portland, I got even less. I wave back, but I’m pretty sure I look awkward as hell doing it.

Am I going to turn into a small-town girl? Journey would be so proud.

Two minutes later, my GPS has me turning into Dylan’s driveway. I’ve been here a couple of times now, but I’m beyond directionally challenged.

Stepping out of my car, I grab a couple of my bags and head for the door. Dylan answers, looking as attractive as ever.

“Hey, you,” he greets.

I’m barely through the door before he takes my bags from me.

Always the boy scout.

“Do you have more in the car?” He asks.

“Uh, yeah. A couple.”

In a flash, he takes the two bags in hand to my bedroom and then heads to grab the ones from the car and do the same.

He comes back and sees me still standing in the entryway like a weirdo.

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