Page 97 of Falling in Love with Two

“Really?” Liz smiles. “That’s awesome. I’ve been thinking about getting one after I have the baby.”

“I’d be happy to do it. If you want to see my work, just look at the one I did for Dylan.”

Everyone’s attention turns to me, and Ronnie asks, “Baby brother got a tattoo?”

“Uh, yeah.”

They all stare at me as though they’re waiting for me to dance like a trained monkey.

“What?” I ask.

Liz says, “Well, come on. Let’s see it.”

Ronnie holds up her hand. “Wait! Is it somewhere gross?”

“It’s on my chest.”

Ronnie says, “So, yes?”

Liz starts chanting, “Let us see! Let us see!” Pretty soon, everyone else joins her.

I stand up and lift my shirt enough to show off the ink. When I do, all my siblings take it as an opportunity to throw their dinner rolls at me.

“Put it away, Fabio!” Ronnie yells.

I sit back down, and the attention falls onto someone else. Leah looks over at me and smiles. From underneath the table, I feel her hand rest on my thigh. I reach to put mine on top of hers, but before I get a chance, she travels up to rest on my cock. She gives me one firm squeeze through my jeans.

And I look at my watch, wondering how much longer we really have to stay.

thirty-one

Family and Flutters

Leah

So, this is what it’s like to have a real family?

Dinner with the Lawsons was way more fun than I thought it was going to be. I was worried for nothing. They have all been so nice and welcoming.

I know Dylan and I aren’t doing this relationship thing in a typical fashion, but I can’t help but think about how great it would be to be part of a family like this one. I’ve never minded being alone—mainly because I never knew what I was missing. But being around Dylan’s family makes me very well aware of that. Maybe it’s the baby making me all sappy.

In typical boy scout fashion, Dylan volunteered to help her clean up. So I find myself back staring at the wall of photos in the living room. It’s thirty years worth of memories documented right here.

I wonder if my mom even has any photos of me anymore. I remember she had a lot of albums from when I was a baby, but it wouldn’t surprise me if she threw them all out…or if Larry did. They probably wanted no mention of the problem child.

My eyes fall on a picture of Dylan. He looks like he’s maybe nine or ten and wearing a brown suit with a little bow tie. He was adorable.

In another photo, he looks to be in high school and is wearing a football uniform. Even back then, I bet he was very popular with the ladies. He still had the same dark hair and warm eyes. And those same dimples.

I’m lost in my thoughts when Dylan’s mom walks up next to me. She says, “You know it’s crazy that I still can remember when each of these pictures was taken.”

“Really?”

She nods. “I mean, I couldn’t give you exact dates, but yeah, I remember all of it.”

I point to the photo of Dylan in the suit. “What’s with this one? Was he in a wedding or something?”

She chuckles. “No, not a wedding. He told us he had to dress up for some type of presentation. Turns out he wanted to look nice when he asked his teacher out on a date.”

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