Page 81 of Falling in Love with Two

“At first, she warned me about trying to skip ahead. But after that she helped me get the house ready for Leah.”

She gets comfortable on the couch, kicking off her shoes and tucking her feet under her. “So, tell me about Leah.”

“What do you want to know?”

“Well, she’s having my brother’s baby, so…everything.”

“She’s a tattoo artist and has a ton of tattoos herself. She’s gorgeous—has an ass that just won’t quit.” I tell myself I’m just going to stick to the basics, but before I know it, I’m rambling. “She’s witty and sarcastic which has me laughing constantly. I love spending time with her every night. It’s literally the highlight of my entire day. We just sit around and watch movies. She’s barely seen any of them, so it’s a lot of fun. She always draws while we watch. Oh, you should see the things that she draws. They are—”

Veronica stops me. “Oh, my God. You’re in love with her!”

“What?”

She scoots closer and pokes her finger into my chest. “You totally are!”

“You’re insane. We’re just two people still getting to know each other…and who are also having a baby together.”

“You can sing that song all you want to someone else, but I know you. I think it’s sweet—albeit a little fast.”

The thought that I may be falling in love with Leah isn’t lost on me. I’m crazy about her. She makes me incredibly happy. But as I learn more and more about her, I know that me saying that to her would send her fleeing in the opposite direction. For that reason, I’ll let her set the pace.

Ronnie asks, “So, when are you going to bring Leah around to meet the fam?”

“Not sure,” I reply. “I’d like to keep her around for a while. Being around our entire family at once is pretty overwhelming I imagine. Maybe I’ll try to introduce her in stages.”

“You better hurry up and get on it.”

“What’s the rush?”

“Have you met our mother? How long do you think it’ll be before she’s insisting that we do a big family dinner?”

She’s got a point.

I’m still considering what she’s saying when the front door opens and in walks Leah.

No time like the present to start meeting the family, I guess.

She looks around a little confused before I jump off the couch to meet her.

“Hey, Leah,” I greet. “One of my sisters stopped by.”

“Oh, hi.”

Ronnie gets up and walks over to us. Holding out her hand, she says, “I’m the best out of Dylan’s sisters. I’m clearly his favorite.”

Leah replies, “Oh, Michelle?”

The look Ronnie gives me shoots invisible daggers right through my soul, and Leah laughs.

“I’m totally kidding. You must be Veronica.”

“Please call me Ronnie.” She smiles. “Dylan, I like her. I bet she gives you a run for your money every chance she gets.”

“You have no idea,” I tell her.

twenty-six

More Dirt than the FBI

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