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Back Series Book 2
Dylan's been a good boy all his life but there's this insurgent flame that has been burning inside him and it's waiting for the right moment to be let out. He doesn't know what or why but he knows that somethi...
اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
"So, how did you meet my son?" Dylan's mom asks once we're sitting down on the big counter with food enough for a soccer team laid out.
"That's a good one," Dylan's uncle snorts.
"I was at the park, finishing a sculpture that someone had ordered and he fell onto me, destroying a sculpture that took me almost a week to finish. He stuttered like a fool while I told him off in the worst way possible," I blush.
"Love at first sight, I'm afraid," Jake jokes right before being hit by Dylan, who tells him to shut up.
"So you're a sculptor?" Willow, thankfully, changes the subject.
"Yes," Dylan chimes in eagerly. "We're actually in the same class."
"What did I tell you? It's fate!" Jake jokes.
My cheeks burn and I can't help but look down at my full plate. I haven't had this kind of breakfast in years. This food is so tasty, I have been eating slowly on purpose. Otherwise, I'd be scarfing it down and it's not a pretty sight, that much I am sure of.
"You have to show us a few of your works," Willow comments kindly.
"They're not that goo-."
"Shut up, yes they are." Dylan cuts me off. "I suck at it mom, she's been helping me out. I've improved a lot with her tips."
"Ohhh, you want her to be your girlfriend!" Little Jeremy taunts, not without earning a smack on the back of his head.
"Shut up brat," Dylan growls.
"Dylan, do not hit your brother," Willow scolds with a sigh.
I can't help but giggle. I've had a feeling that Dylan had an amazing family and in many thoughts, I was jealous of the fact that he was blessed with a loving family while I've been growing up in a broken one. But now, with them at the table, I can't feel that jealousy. All I can feel is the warmth and the love they share between them. It's so much and so intense that I can feel it seep into me as well, oddly comforting.
"Is he getting good at it?" Willow asks me.
"Well, the first time he tried to do a swan and it looked like a brachiosaurus," I bite the bottom lip to avoid laughing but I can't say the same from the rest of the table when laughter erupts from all around me.
"Baby," Willow pouts, " I thought you were an artist!"
"Mom," Dylan groans. "I paint, it doesn't mean I am automatically good at everything I do. Besides, it wasn't a swan. I told the teacher it was an abstract piece."
"Yeah right," I start laughing. " I still don't know how you got away with that one, it was freaking awful!"
"I'm smooth like that," he smirks at me, earning a double swat on his arms. One mine and the other from his mom.
