Page 55 of Falling in Love with Two

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. I think you and I have a lot to talk about.”

She looks annoyed with me, so I add, “Please. We made this kid together.”

“Okay, but not now. I have an appointment at work.”

“Alright. When?”

She sighs. “I don’t know. How about tonight when I get off?”

“Where?”

She shrugs her shoulders. “Well, I can’t drink, so preferably not a bar.”

“Why don’t you come over to my place?”

She mulls it over for a moment before reluctantly agreeing.

I ask, “Do you still have the address?”

She nods.

“Are you actually going to show?”

“Yes. You know where I work. It’s not like I could hide.”

She tells me she should be over about eight or so before exiting the bathroom before me.

And I’m left here all alone and wondering what the fuck just happened.

When I leave the bathroom, I look around for Leah, figuring I should walk her to her car, but she’s nowhere to be found. I guess she took off pretty quickly.

It isn’t until I get in my truck that I realize that I got sidetracked as to why I came here. Liz forgot her insurance card and asked if I would grab it for her. I consider leaving without it, but I’d feel like a dick doing that. I lectured her about asking for help, and then I don’t help?

Reluctantly, I get out to run back inside and grab the card.

It only takes a few minutes before I’m on the road.

I’m going to be a father.

When I said I wanted to take the next steps in my life, this isn’t exactly what I meant. I figured when I became a dad, I’d be married to the mom. Or we’d at least be together. I didn’t think it would be with someone who’s actively trying to stay away from me.

I don’t know that us having a kid is going to change that fact. How fair is all this going to be for a child?

I’m getting way too far ahead of myself, though. I need to get more details about Leah’s plan before I start trying to form my own.

That doesn’t stop my head from spinning while I drive to my sister’s. The whole way there, I think about how I’m going to have a son or daughter. How insane is it that soon, someone is going to call me dad?

Fucking crazy.

When I get to Liz’s, I knock on the front door and hear her call for me to come in. I walk inside and find her sitting on the couch with her feet propped up.

“You know, Liz, you really shouldn’t leave your front door unlocked,” I say while pulling her insurance card out of my pocket and setting it on the table in front of her.

“Dylan, I don’t care. Anything to ensure I don’t have to get up.”

“Well, okay then. I’ll talk to you later.”

Raising her voice, she says, “Hold it right there, little brother!”

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