Page 76 of Falling in Love with Two

Dylan puts down the magazine he’s been thumbing through and leans toward me. “What’s wrong?” He asks.

“Nothing. What makes you think something is wrong?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe the fact that you can’t stop fidgeting. And if that’s not enough.” He holds up my hand where I’ve bitten all my nails down to the quick. “So, why don’t you tell me what’s up?”

I lean closer to him and mutter, “What if our baby has horns or something?”

“What? Why would our baby have horns?”

“Dylan, it’s coming out of me—there’s bound to be something strange about it.”

“Leah,” he begins. “Horns? Really?”

Looking down at the ground, I reply, “Okay, maybe not horns. But the sentiment remains the same. What if something is wrong?”

“Why do you think something is wrong with the baby?”

“I’m not exactly the healthiest person in the world. I imagine my uterus is a hostile environment to try to cultivate anything living.”

He puts his arm around my shoulder. “I’m sure everything is fine. And we’ll know for sure in a few minutes.”

Thankfully, the nurse comes and gets me pretty quickly and leads me back to an exam room. She has me go ahead and change into a gown.

As we wait for the doctor, I look over at Dylan who looks as cool as a cucumber. Over the past couple weeks, he and I have spent a ton of time together. And I have to admit that seeing him each night is the highlight of my day.

I find myself waging a war with myself because part of me wants to jump into a relationship with him. Afterall, we’re having a baby together.

And he’s amazing to me. Better than any other guy I’ve ever been with—or really, anybody in my life in general. I think he’d treat me right. Plus, it would be nice to have some connection as more than just friends.

But I wonder if me wanting more is just from my crazy pregnant hormones.

I don’t know that I should be making any major life decisions right now. The baby is wreaking way too much havoc on me. Between the morning sickness, the extreme exhaustion, and my complete lack of sex drive, I’m all out of sorts.

The doctor interrupts my train of thought when he comes walking in.

“Hi, Leah. How are we doing today?”

“Good,” I lie.

“First appointment, I see,” he says while looking over my chart.

“Mm-hmm.”

“Well, I’m Dr. Hornsby.”

Hornsby? As in…horns?

I look over at Dylan who is doing his best to keep from laughing because he knows exactly what I’m thinking.

He starts asking me what I assume are routine questions. I answer, anxious to keep this train moving right along. Next, he opens one of the cabinets and hands me something that looks like a gift bag.

“We call this our baby bag. It has all sorts of helpful information and resources. It should answer all the questions you have. There’s also some coupons and samples,” he tells me.

I don’t even bother to look inside before I hand it off to Dylan.

The doctor stands up and says, “Alright, let’s take a look to figure out what your due date will be.”

I lie back on the table while he says, “Since it’s probably still early, we will have to use the internal doppler.”

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