Page 72 of Falling in Love with Two

“For the next nine months, you have to deal with all the pregnancy symptoms. I think I can treat you like a queen during that.”

“And after the baby is born?”

“Oh, then, I’ll be an absolute monster,” he jokes.

“That’s what I thought.” I laugh. “I’m going to go change real quick.”

Five minutes later, I’m in a t-shirt and shorts and walking back to join Dylan. There’s a steaming bowl and a pack of crackers sitting in front of the chair I was just in.

“Thank you,” I tell him.

“You’re welcome. But Campbells did most of the work.”

“I’ll put a thank you card in the mail.”

He grins. “Besides the morning sickness, how was your day?”

“Not bad. Had a few different appointments.”

“What kind of designs did you do?” He asks.

I start going into detail about the work I did, but I don’t get very far before my stomach begins churning again. I’ve only taken about five bites, but I think that’s all I’m going to get down. I put my hand over my mouth and push away the bowl.

“Leah?” Dylan asks. “You okay?”

“The baby decided it didn’t want soup.” I barely get the words out before I’m sliding off the chair and running to the bathroom.

I fall to my knees and hug the toilet while everything I ate comes right back up. I’m just starting to toss my cookies when I feel Dylan behind me, pulling my hair out of my face and holding it back. He bunches it in one hand while rubbing my back with the other.

I’m no stranger to throwing up in front of men. Usually, it comes after a wild night of too much drinking. Never have I had one who was as caring and attentive as Dylan is being right now.

Maybe having a baby changes a man.

Or maybe Dylan is just a saint.

I’m guessing it’s the latter.

Even when my stomach is empty, I dry heave for a minute before finally settling down.

When I lean back, he quickly grabs a rag from under the sink and soaks it with some cool water. After wringing it out, he hands it to me to wipe off my face.

“Sorry you had to see that,” I say while attempting to compose myself.

“No need to apologize. I’ve seen worse.”

“And I’m sorry I threw up your soup.”

“Once again, it’s okay. Just cancel your thank-you card to Campbells.”

He gives me a moment alone to get myself together. I look in the mirror and see my eyeliner has run and caused me to look like the human embodiment of a raccoon. Before I head out, I wash all my makeup off.

When I get back to the kitchen, I see that Dylan has already gotten rid of the soup and all evidence of it. The only things on the counter now are the remaining crackers and some ginger ale.

“You really are a Godsend, aren’t you?” I ask.

He smiles that famous Dylan Lawson smile. “So, what do you want to do tonight? Do you want to watch another movie, or are you tired?”

“I’m down for a movie. Can we finish the one from last night? I’ll try to stay awake this time.”

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