What is it about Caitlin's boyfriend?

 "He seems sweet, Caitlin's boyfriend," Tori decided after playing around with the sewing machine he brought her. It was nice to have something of her own. She couldn't ask for a better stitch, even Dylan had to admit that. Naturally, he was being a stinker about this Deano who he immediately said he didn't want to meet.

"Why?" she'd asked then but didn't have the nerve to start a spat. It was like walking on rocks in a bad current of some sort. She was still on edge, but the babe was growing and she was healthy. Actually, Tori slept a lot. Perhaps she could sleep through the whole ordeal. There was no word of Melvin's condition improving. Of course, Dylan said nothing more about the Deano matter. She still worried that he hated the idea that she needed her own sewing machine. 

Dylan had two of his own. Of course, she knew he wouldn't let her touch them. They were for his creative endeavors. Although, as of late he kept busy with his electrician job. He was away more than she liked him to be, but she'd managed to keep busy.

Tori did her best with making baby blankets. Although, she stopped and started a lot. As if some days she liked the baby more than other days. It broke her heart to feel this way. Yet, she wanted to have good vibes, for the baby's sake. She needed to keep believing this was a blessing, not a curse. Of course, sometimes, she couldn't help but cry until she couldn't. Usually, this happened when Dylan wasn't around.

"I think we should invite them over," she finally got to say what she'd meant to all along. They needed company, in spite of all the social distancing. 

"Seriously?" Dylan drew a tight face as if he'd never agree to it.

"But, but Caitlin is your oldest friend, don't you want to know who she's with?" Tori pouted back as if he was keeping her hostage here and she'd been so alone these weeks.

"Does it matter?" Dylan made things worse, she felt. He was being such a poop about this.

"But, but I texted Deano and said they should come, some Sunday afternoon for supper." She didn't care if Dylan approved or not.

"Really? Those two?" He shook his head.

"Then I'll make dinner." She didn't want to be in a row with him, but it was possible. She could cook without his help. Sometimes, it felt he didn't want her to do anything.

Dylan hugged himself and tilted his head so he could get a good look at her. Silence.

"If we must," he said, but Tori knew he didn't like it. Maybe he was right, but she wanted to be nice. Deano was really a good guy, she felt from the moment she looked into his eyes.