Page 82 of Falling in Love with Two

Leah

When I get to my bedroom, I take my time changing clothes. I try to figure out if I should go back out there. Part of me thinks I need to give Dylan and Ronnie some time by themselves to catch up. They haven’t talked in a while, and I can’t help but feel responsible.

But would it be rude of me to stay in here? Would Ronnie think I’m stuck up? Or if I go out there, will she think I’m nosy?

Overthinker: Party of one…your table is ready.

I tell myself to take a chill pill and head out there. I’ll read the room. If it’s awkward, I’ll make some excuse to come back and hide.

When I walk out, I find Ronnie sitting on the couch, and Dylan doing something in the kitchen.

Ronnie perks up. “Leah, come sit with me!” She pats the couch next to her.

“Okay. Let me just grab something to drink real quick.”

“Oh, Dylan can do that. Dylan, get the woman a drink!” She looks at me. “What do you want? Vodka?”

Dylan says, “Ronnie, Leah can’t have vodka. She’s pregnant.”

“True. But she also has to live with you, so I think she deserves some booze.”

“Haha,” he grumbles.

A moment later, he comes over with an iced tea for me. He stands there and looks back and forth between the two of us.

Ronnie says, “Hey, Dyl. Why don’t you go into the kitchen and make us a snack plate?”

“Sis, I just asked you five minutes ago, and you said you weren’t hungry.”

Rolling her eyes, she replies, “How about you go do it anyway so that we can talk about you?”

“Fine. But if you scare her off, I’ll kick your ass.”

He walks away, and Ronnie doesn’t waste any time. “So, Leah, tell me everything.”

“Everything as in?” I ask nervously.

“Hmm. Let’s start with the basics. What’s your last name?”

“Why? Do you want to run a background check on me?” I joke.

“Oh, sweetie, we have three other sisters. The four of us girls could dig up more dirt on you than the FBI.”

When my eyes go wide, she giggles. “Oh, I’m just giving you shit. I mean, we could do it, but you’re having our little niece or nephew, so we won’t.

“Good to know,” I mutter under my breath.

Dylan comes walking back to us. “We don’t have much in the way of snacks. I really need to go to the store.”

Ronnie stares up at him. “You can go ahead and go. We’ll wait here.”

“Are you kidding? No way!”

“Dylan, we’ll be fine. I promise I’ll be nice. Do you really want the mother of your child going hungry?”

They both turn to look at me. My eyes dart back and forth between their faces.

What the hell am I supposed to say? Being around Ronnie makes me nervous, but I think part of it is that Dylan is here too. Maybe it would be better if it was just the two of us. I’ll have to get to know Ronnie eventually. She’s Dylan’s twin for God’s sake. I may as well bite the bullet now.

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