Page 94 of Falling in Love with Two

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Put it Away, Fabio!

Dylan

“Do you think my tattoos are going to get all deformed when I get fat?” Leah asks.

Looking at her, I say, “You know, I never know what’s going to come out of your mouth.”

She looks at herself in the mirror, turning sideways to examine her stomach. She lifts up her shirt to reveal the tiny pooch underneath.

“Do I look pregnant?” She asks.

“Not really. You look like you just ate a couple of big cheeseburgers.”

She pushes on her belly. “It’s kind of hard.”

“I’ll show you kind of hard,” I joke.

She rolls her eyes. “Keep it in your pants until we get home.”

“Hey, I’m not the one who wanted it this morning when we woke up…and then, in the middle of lunch.”

“I didn’t hear you complaining,” she tells me.

“Oh, gorgeous. I will never complain about that.”

“Besides, don’t blame me for my increased libido. Blame your love child growing inside me.”

“Why would I blame them? I should be sending them a thank-you card.”

Changing the subject, she asks, “Do you think I look okay for dinner with your family?”

“I think you look great. It’s nothing formal.”

“What if they hate me?”

I walk over to her and set my hands on her hips. “A, they’re not going to hate you. And B, even if they did, it doesn’t matter. I don’t give a fuck about what they think.”

“Yeah, yeah. You say that now, but wait until they bring out the torches and pitchforks.”

“Let them try,” I say with a kiss on her cheek.

Her eyes get big. “What if they know that we had sex?”

My eyes shoot down to her stomach. “I’m pretty sure they’ve figured that out…with the baby and all.”

She playfully smacks me on the shoulder. “I mean that we are having sex now.”

“Why does that matter?”

“I don't know.” Her shoulder shrugs. “It’s just weird.”

“Leah, this may seem like a strange concept, but I don’t think they would have a problem with it. I mean, we are having a kid together.”

A look of embarrassment crosses her features. “Sorry. My brain is a little all over the place. And I’ve never met the family before.”

“Never?” I ask.

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