Collide Book 2 - Page 72

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Emily responded, completely unable to stifle a small giggle.

Turning with a frying pan in his hand, Gavin caught Emily’s gaze. He grinned and did some fancy flick with his wrist, popping what appeared to be pasta up from the pan the way a trained chef would. “Quite talented, right?” he asked, reaching for his bottle of cold brew on the counter. After downing a sip, he attempted to show off again only to flop half of the noodles onto the floor. Marinara sauce coated the kitchen from one end to the other.

Gavin looked up from the mess half-laughing and half-groaning while rolling his eyes. Needless to say, he was the only one groaning, because right along with Emily belting out a laugh, so did his parents. Several damp paper towels, some cleaning product, and a quick mop of the floor later, Mr. Show Off’s failed attempt was a thing of the past. Within a half hour, Lillian had everything under control.

The four sat down in the dining room for a hearty, home-cooked meal of house salad, breaded eggplant parmesan, Italian bread, and courtesy of Gavin, a tiny helping of pasta. Emily relaxed a bit, enjoying the conversation while she could. She knew their news would soon end it.

She learned Chad and Lillian met while attending Harvard Law School. Not quite your typical “love at first sight” story, but Emily found out where Gavin gained his tendency to relentlessly pursue what he wanted. Chad had chased Lillian for two semesters, insisting he was the man for her, until she eventually agreed to go out on one date with him. Emily inwardly laughed at how that apple didn’t fall far from the tree. To their surprise, Lillian found out she was pregnant with Colton the following year. They agreed she would leave school for the time being to stay home and raise Colton. A shotgun wedding, another baby, a mortgage, a dog, and Little League baseball practices later, Lillian never made her way back to law school. However, as Emily took in the story of their life together, there didn’t seem to be an ounce of regret in either of their eyes when they looked at one another. Instead, a lifetime of love and memories bled through every word, smile, and hoot of laughter.

After clearing the remnants of dinner from the table and waiting for his parents to bring dessert into the dining room, Gavin couldn’t help but hear Emily’s heel pat the hardwood floor in relentless, jerky taps. The sound echoed, pouncing off the walls like raindrops against a glass window. God, he hated that she was so nervous. It scorched his heart.

Before he could tell her everything was going to be fine, his parents breezed into the room, his father gripping a freshly brewed pot of coffee and his mother holding a homemade apple pie. With their seats reclaimed, Lillian sliced into the just out-of-the-oven dessert and served them each a slice. Staring at his father from across the table, Gavin could see he was nervous as well. His ashen, troubled expression told all. Gavin couldn’t even feign a smile as he slugged back the rest of his beer in one long gulp. Hell. His nerves were lighting up, but he knew he needed to strike up the damn conversation. However, his voice got tangled up in his racing thoughts, his words sticking to his tongue like molasses.

His father looked at him once more, nodding as he cleared his throat. “Lillian, Gavin and Emily have some… news they want to share.” His eyes locked on Gavin’s with such solemn seriousness, Gavin wanted to leave and take Emily as far away as possible to somewhere no one would ever find them. “Go ahead, son. Let your mother know what’s going on.”

Reaching for Emily’s hand, Gavin turned to her and placed a soft kiss on her quivering lips. “I love you.” His eyes traced over her face as he pulled away.

“I love you too,” she said softly.

“What’s going on, Gavin?” Lillian asked with a furrowed, wary brow of a probing mother.

After a moment’s hesitation, the confession. “Mom, Emily’s pregnant and… the baby may not be mine.”

Lillian’s face melted into pure astonishment, her shock clear in the bloodless paling of her white skin and flabbergasted, slacked jaw. Bewilderment shadowed her once vibrant green eyes like a cloak. Her gaze roamed over Emily suspiciously. “You’re with my son, yet you may be having a child with someone else?” Pushing her plate away, she leaned back, bringing her hand to her chest. “I guess my impression of you was incorrect, Emily. I mistook you for a woman who would stay faithful to my son.”

Emily opened her mouth, but she couldn’t sort through the thousands of words flying around in her scattered brain.

“Now, Lillian, wait a minute. She’s been faithful to Gavin. There’s more to the story than you know,” Chad pointed out with the shake of his head. “Hear them out for a minute.”

Lillian sucked in an indignant breath, her eyes battering her husband. “You knew about this and didn’t tell me?” Her attention flew to Gavin. “Is there a reason I’ve been left in the dark?”

“Yeah, mom, there is.” Gavin leaned his elbow on the table. “I anticipated this exact reaction from you. Are you going to let us explain? If not, then we’ll go ahead and leave right now.”

Thick, tense silence coated the room before Lillian blinked her heavily mascara-painted lashes and nodded. As though she might turn into a statue if she accidentally met Emily’s gaze, her eyes avoided Emily’s path, focusing solely on Gavin. “What happened?” she asked, her voice softer while she raised both eyebrows at him.

Emily stared at her, stricken by the depth of anger and sadness clouding her face. She felt ill, and in that moment, she swore she wasn’t going to make it through the conversation without heaving. Lips parting without a word, Emily lifted her watery eyes to Gavin, waiting for him to respond.

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