Page 73 of Falling in Love with Two

His eyes light up. “I think I may have something that can help with that.”

“Red Bull?” I joke.

“Not quite.” He walks over to the table and grabs a bag to hand to me.

When I open it, I see that it’s a large sketch pad and some things to draw with—pencils, markers, and charcoal.

“I didn’t know what you liked to draw with, so I got a few different options,” he tells me.

“You got all this for me?” I ask. “You listened to something I said and got me this?”

Without warning, I’m overwhelmed with emotion. Despite the fact that this may be the nicest thing someone has ever done for me, I typically wouldn’t cry at this gesture.

But typically, I’m not pregnant.

I sniffle once, and the dam breaks. I start sobbing uncontrollably.

Dylan rushes over and wraps me in a hug. “Oh my gosh, Leah! What did I do wrong?”

“Nothing! You are so perfect!” I say each word between a small sob.

“Then, why are you crying?”

“The tiny alien inside me makes my hormones go all crazy.”

He holds me close and kisses my head. “Come here, crazy girl. I’ve got you.”

This is the second time he’s said that to me.

And every time he says it, I start to believe him more and more.

twenty-three

A Comfortable Routine

Dylan

Two weeks later…

“You’re insane!” Leah cries. “If you don’t think Jenny is one of the worst movie characters of all time, you’re wrong.”

“What makes her so awful?” I ask.

“She treated Forrest like he was just a runner-up or something.”

Never did I think watching Forrest Gump would lead to such a heated debate, but here we are. Really, I kind of agree with her, but it’s fun watching her be so invested.

“She had a hard life,” I defend.

She points her finger at me. “Trauma doesn’t give you free rein to act like an asshole.”

“Fair point.” I get up off the couch. “It’s still kind of early; do you want to watch another one?”

“Sure. Pick something.”

“What are you in the mood for?” I ask even though I don’t know why. She always answers the same way.

“Surprise me.”

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