Pregnant with the bad boys baby?

Chapter Four

I hear a truck pull up and I run downstairs and open the front door. An older man walks up the driveway and introduces himself.

"Hi, I'm Frank, we have a delivery here for a Miss Laila Westbrook. Is that you?" He asks.

"Yep, I'm Laila. I'll leave the door open and show you all wear the furniture will go." I told frank.

Some younger guys bring the bed in and I show them upstairs. I decide to help but cause I can't carry much I just thought I could take the stool. I walk to the back of the truck.

"Excuse me could I help?" I ask.

"Laila?"

I look up to Ryan holding his arm out.
I grab his hand and jump into the truck.

"Ryan? What are you doing here?" I asked.

"Well I work at furniture domayne. I didn't even look at the form so I had no idea this was your house." He explained.

He asked if I could just push the things forward with him.

"So it says here on the form that you are allocated to a helper to put your furniture together. I could help? I drive here separately since there was no room in the truck." Ryan said.

"Sure, that would be great." I thanked him.

"I'll be waiting upstairs." I said.

When all my new furniture was in my room I tipped and thanked all the men but Ryan cause he was still out in the truck.

"Could you tell Ryan to shut the front door when he comes in please?" I ask.

"Hey." Ryan says.

"Hey, Thanks for helping me." I said.

"No problem. Hey Lai, Happy Birthday."

My heart had an instant pain. He still remembers my birthday.. I smiled and turned around to face him. I gave him the biggest hug.

"I'm having a party tonight if you wanna come?"

"Sure, I have some spare clothes in the car. I could stay here and help you set up."

"Okay sure. You can shower or whatever if you want, I'll get all the stuff together so we can set up in the shed." I told him.