Page 53 of Falling in Love with Two

I could reschedule, but I have $11 in my bank account and could use the money.

As I drive to the doctor, my head continues to spin. After my tears yesterday, I haven’t shed anymore.

Am I freaking out?

Fuck yes.

But my dark sense of humor makes the situation somewhat funny. I just have to laugh to keep from falling apart.

I think things can’t get any worse and then, boom! I’m pregnant. It’s a giant cosmic middle finger from the universe.

Go figure.

Oh well. I’ve handled all the shit I’ve been thrown so far, and I’ve somehow survived.

I’m not sure I’ll make a good mom. I certainly don’t fit the part looks-wise. I’ll probably scare all the other moms. Hell, I’ll probably scare my own child.

While I wait at a stoplight, I set my hand on my stomach. It’s hard to believe there’s something in there that’s not junk food or alcohol.

Talking out loud, I say, “Looks like it’s just us, little guy…or gal, I guess.”

Man, that’s a scary thought.

I pull into the parking lot of the doctor’s office and head inside. I walk to the pharmacy counter and pay my $5 copay for the vitamins.

Now, I have $6 in my bank account.

As I’m walking out the door, someone stops me dead in my tracks.

Dylan Lawson.

No fucking way.

“Leah?” He asks with a smile. “Didn’t think I’d see you here. Everything okay?”

Quick. Leah. Think of something—anything! Don’t tell him you’re pregnant!

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just here for my yearly check-up.”

Before either of us can say anything else, a nurse comes running into the hallway.

“Miss Hargrove! You left your prenatal vitamins sitting on the counter.”

I take them from her and look back at Dylan whose mouth is hanging open.

“Are you pregnant?”

Well, shit. Guess the cat’s out of the bag.

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Super Sperm

Dylan

Leah stands in front of me, silently holding the small white bag the nurse just handed her.

“Leah, I’m going to need an answer to that question,” I tell her.

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