Page 59 of Falling in Love with Two

The idea of living with Dylan isn’t nearly that scary.

I say, “How about we split everything right down the middle? The mortgage, shared utilities, and anything for the baby. It will be 50-50.”

He thinks for a moment. “Hmm. I’d be okay with splitting everything…except for the mortgage.”

“Why?”

“Because sure the other bills may go up with you here, the mortgage stays the same no matter what. I’ll keep handling that. Everything else we can split.”

It’s not a bad offer. It would help me save so that one day, the baby and I can get a place of our own—a place that isn’t a shithole.

But there’s something I need to know first.

“Dylan, why are you doing this? I mean, besides the fact that you’re just so good?”

His rich brown eyes look into mine. Usually, people looking me in the eye makes me uncomfortable, but with Dylan, I can’t seem to look away.

“Because that’s my kid in there. I want to be a part of everything that involves that baby. That becomes a lot easier when you and I are under the same roof.” He smiles. “And you’re not terrible to spend some time with.”

I may not be entirely thrilled to be pregnant, but at least it’s with a decent guy instead of some asshole who would run in the opposite direction. I’m pretty sure that’s how every other guy I’ve ever dated would’ve reacted.

Despite the fact that moving in with a man I barely know scares me, something about Dylan puts me at ease.

Pretty sure that could be in the opening scene of most true crime documentaries.

But if this does by some miracle work out, it would be nice to have someone else in my corner. It sucks feeling like I’m all alone.

“Okay,” I tell him. “Let’s give it a shot.”

The smile that spreads across his lips is enough to make me melt a little.

“When do you want to move in?” He asks.

“Well, I don’t have any appointments tomorrow, so I guess that would probably work best for me. Is that too soon?”

“No, not at all. I can take the day off.”

I shake my head. “You don’t have to do that. I don’t want to disrupt your life.”

“Leah, I hate to break it to you, but a baby is going to disrupt both of our lives. It’s no big deal. I’ll just switch shifts with one of the other guys.”

“Alright,” I say, unsure of how else I should respond.

“Do I need to bring my truck over to help you grab your stuff?”

“Uh, probably not necessary. I don’t have any furniture or anything. I can fit all my shit into my car.”

He doesn’t look convinced. “Are you sure?”

“Positive. It’s really just some clothes and toiletries.”

“Okay, well, I’m here to help if you change your mind.”

I nod, knowing damn good and well that I suck at asking for help. “Good to know.”

The silence between us is filled with Dylan’s stomach making a loud growling sound.

“Man, I guess I need to eat something.” He laughs. “You hungry?”

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