Loving You (Tyler Seguin) {Sequel to How To Love}

Chapter 66

Tyler's POV

"What are you doing?," I exclaim, rushing over to Amy.

"Putting up balloons," she states like it's obvious.

"Ya, I can see that. But why are you doing it?," I ask. "Get off the ladder, and let me do it."

"It's not a ladder. It's a step stool. I'm barely off the ground," she remarks.

"When you're in heels, that's too high off the ground. So get down," I order.

"Make me."

I roll my eyes. "You're always so stubborn."

I wrap my arms around Amy's waist, below her belly. I lift her off of the step stool, and set her down onto the ground. When she's steady and on her feet, I let go of her. I take the balloon from her hand, and point toward a spot for her to sit. Amy crosses her arms over her chest, not moving. I don't give in to her stubbornness though, and eventually she moves.

"Dylan should be here soon, so I would hurry up," Amy says as she sits down.

"I don't know why you even want to decorate the place," I remark, stepping onto the step stool. "It's a locker room. It's just gunna be filled with sweaty guys that won't even notice the balloons."

"Well it's Dylan's birthday, and he deserves balloons," she tells me.

"I think at eleven years old, he won't care much about the balloons either," I say with a chuckle. "Especially not when he's surrounded by his favourite team."

"I'm sure he'll be paying more attention to Drea than he will to you guys."

I smirk. "That's true. I've taught the kid well on giving your girl the attention she deserves."

"You've taught him way too much over the years," Amy remarks. "When we moved here, he was just a sweet little boy. And now he's a ladies man in the making."

"He was also only eight when you moved here," I point out. "He's just growing up. He wasn't gunna stay all cute and sweet and innocent forever."

"I'm gunna make sure that our baby stays sweet and innocent for as long as he can," she says, rubbing her stomach. "He's gunna be a total mama's boy. I will be the most important woman in his life."

"A guy can be a mama's boy, and still be far from being innocent. I'm living proof of that," I tell her with a smirk.

"Tyler, I swear if you turn our son into some ladies man or player, I will leave you," she threatens. "I don't want my baby boy picking up random chicks at a bar."

"Hey, I've only ever taught Dylan how to be a smooth talker. I never told him to be with a lot of girls. I just showed him how to treat a girl that he's actually interested in. And I'll do the same for our son. I'll make sure that he understands that it's important to respect women, and that just because you're a ladies man, doesn't mean you need to be with a lot of women."

"I guess if anyone's gunna teach our kid to sleep around, it would be me," she mumbles, looking down at her stomach with a frown.

"But you're not like that anymore. You know now how great it can be to only be with one person as long as it's the right person," I say. "I highly doubt that you would teach our kid about your past ways when you don't like the way you were before. I don't think our kid will ever even know about your past. All he'll see is how in love his parents are, and he's gunna want to have that same love in his life."

"What if something were to happen to him though? Like he goes through some heartbreak when he's older, and he loses his faith in love?," she questions.