For the next few days, they remained in Dylanâs place, with him sticking by their side the whole time.
Days were spent at the theme park with Leyla, while nights were for cuddling up on the couch, watching movies and stealing kisses here and there, keeping it gentle.
Ginaâs messages dwindled.
Most times, Dylan didnât even bother with her calls.
Olivia figured he had his own stuff going on.
One night, Olivia packed up, prepping to head back the next day with Leyla.
The little one played in the Living room.
In the bedroom, Olivia wrestled with a hefty suitcase, stuffed with Leylaâs stuff.
Just as she wrapped up what she was doing, she felt arms slip around her.
Dylan held her tenderly, his chin resting on her shoulder.
He whispered, âStay.
Letâs live here, okay? Olivia, I love being with you and Leyla.
â
Olivia was torn.
.
.
Library
She wanted that too, feeling a rush of happiness.
But adding a third wheel felt too cramped.
She also couldnât say sheâd wait for Gina to pass away first before considering their relationship.
Itâd be too cruel.
After a momentâs thought, she turned to him, asking earnestly, âDylan, can you promise a future for us? Can you ensure Leylaâs happiness?â
Dylan brushed her cheek gently, his voice husky.
âYou bet.
â
He assured her, âI wonât take off unless itâs really her last day.
I swear.
â
Olivia reached out, touching his face too.
The night draped them in its gentle embrace.
After a while, she whispered, âCan I count on you this time, Dylan?â
Wrapped in his arms, she felt safeâ¦
Holding her close, Dylan realized Olivia wasnât just a girl anymore.
Sheâd grown into a woman, his woman.
Cupping her face, he planted a kiss.
âLetâs get that marriage license tomorrow and set a date.
â
Olivia grinned and said, âThereâs no rush! I have got tons on my plate at the moment.
â