Love Knows No Bounds

"You can wear them tomorrow. The temperature is going to dip about fifty degrees tonight." It was cold for the people in Orapolis, at least. Dylan took her into the house as he comforted her. It felt warmer inside.

"I'm so bored."

"I bought all the crochet stuff you might need. Make something if you want to. The baby can have them when she's born, but you have to finish what you owe me first. You promised you'd give me a lot of gifts, but it's been a while since I had any gifts. You owe me a lot, honey."

Oh, man. She didn't have to worry about the wedding, and she wasn't going back to work anytime soon. Most of the time, she was either with Dylan or Alice, or she would chat Jane up and tell her how boring life was. I can crochet some stuff to kill time. "Why are you chasing me off? What important discussion are you going to have with Frank?"

"I don't have any important discussions with him. If possible, I want to cut his head off." He chuckled and kissed her lips. Then, he promised, "I'll take you around town later."

"Oh, I want to go to where the food is." She looked down after she spoke. "Nah, scratch that. I've gained weight."

"Just two pounds. I've gained eight, and I've been losing them in case I embarrass you during the wedding. You know that."

Dylan was indeed getting pudgy. Even Frank said so. He was working out every day lately just to lose weight. Anything his wife didn't want to eat, he had to finish. His mother said he would gain even more weight once Kendall went into confinement. Seeing how he couldn't leave Kendall alone, he would surely go with her. People in confinement spent their days sleeping and eating, so it wouldn't be surprising if he put on weight again.

"Um, we'll get Jane, Yoseph, Toddy, and Emma to come with us. I'm not going to be the only one who gains weight. My friends are coming with me."

If her friends knew, they would complain.

Dylan smiled. "Of course." He was smitten with his wife and would do anything she said.

"Tell Frank that Amy is coming back in the evening or so. He can try his luck out at the airport. If fate is kind, they'll run into each other. If they don't, well, bad luck." Since Frank had been waiting for Amelia for a long time, Kendall would at least give him some clues to help him out in the courtship. If she didn't, Amelia might feel conflicted.

"Sure."

Kendall went upstairs. Her crochet stuff was in the study. Dylan would usually read or do his work in the study while she crocheted her stuff.

A few minutes later, Amos led Frank in. Frank didn't bring any bodyguards with him as they were all barred from entering. In the past, Frank would never come here alone. Dylan might finish him off, and nobody would know.

Dylan was on the couch looking solemn and eyeing Frank darkly. Their relationship wasn't as bad as it was thanks to their lovers helping from the sidelines, but it wasn't great either. If they could sabotage each other's business, they would do it in a heartbeat. If possible, they would take out the competition.

Of course, Dylan wouldn't be all smiles when Frank was around. Part of it was because he was annoyed. Ever since the wedding was confirmed, Frank would come over every day, asking to be his best man.

"Dylan," Frank said.

Dylan scoffed, but Frank didn't mind. He sat down across from Dylan.

Amos left quietly and came back with a pot of flower tea to cool them down. Don't want them to get too angry. He served a cup of tea to Frank. "Here, Mr. Mendelson."

Frank thanked him.

Amos looked at Dylan and left in silence, but he didn't go far. He stood outside the door, ready to stop the gentlemen should they fight. Technically, he would call Kendall and ask her to stop them. Dylan would listen to her, after all.

Dylan smiled. "Of course." He was smitten with his wife and would do anything she said.

Even though Frank liked Amelia, he still cared about Kendall and would listen to her. That fact alone annoyed Dylan. Despite Frank's backing out of the battle for love, Dylan still saw him as a romantic rival.

"You're so annoying. If you would spend this much time on Amelia, she would've started dating you already."

Frank picked the cup of tea up and took a sip. "Amos keeps making flower tea for me. I don't like flower tea."

"Then stop drinking. Nobody's forcing you. I'm kind enough to tell Amos to do that. Next time you're here, you won't even get a glass of water."