Page 98 of Falling in Love with Two

I gasp. “You’re kidding!”

“Nope. Thankfully, she was super sweet and let him down easy. And he had a two second rebound rate, so he turned his attention to the bus driver.”

“Oh, lord.”

“Yeah, he was a handful but he always has had the biggest heart.”

Wanting to confirm that fact, I say, “For what it’s worth, you raised a good man. Ever since he found out I was pregnant, he has been so sweet and understanding. He’s handled my crazy pretty well.”

She smiles. “That’s good to hear. As much as I worried about my kids, Dyl was probably the one I worried about the least. I always knew he’d be okay. And I know he’ll make a hell of a dad.”

Although Suzanne is being super sweet and kind, I can see why Dylan told me she’s tough as nails. She may only stand a little over five feet tall, but I can tell she doesn’t take shit from anyone. There’s another thing I notice, too.

“Suzanne, I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, but none of your children look anything like you.”

She laughs and tucks her shoulder-length blonde hair behind her ear. “Oh, honey, you ain’t kidding. My husband is Greek. Those genes run strong. Be warned, your baby will probably look just like Dylan.”

“I won’t be upset. All your kids came out pretty good-looking.”

“Eh, they’re alright,” she replies with a quick wink.

Liz comes walking toward us. “Mom, Dad needs your help.”

“Of course, he does. Excuse me,” she says before walking away.

Liz takes her place, standing next to me and looking at the photos. “How you doing, kid? I know our family can be a little much.”

“I’m okay. You have all been great.”

“I just don’t want to scare you off.”

I smile. “I don’t think I’m going anywhere.”

“Good. My brother is pretty crazy about you.”

“Well, I am having his baby.”

“It’s not just that. It’s you.”

When I don’t say anything, she says, “Let me ask you something. How easy would it be for you and Dyl to live in that house and do your own things?”

“Pretty easy, I guess.”

“Yet he wants to spend all his time with you?”

I nod.

“I think that says a lot.”

“I guess so,” I say, not having considered it that way before.

Something in my stomach churns, and I put my hand over it.

Liz takes notice and asks, “Are you okay?’

“Yeah, I keep getting this feeling in my stomach. It’s like butterflies—only more violent. I’m really hoping morning sickness isn’t coming back.”

A half smile spreads across her lips. “Leah, those aren’t butterflies. That’s your baby moving.”

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