Page 103 of Unstoppable Love

She gave me a knowing smile that made her already sweet face look prettier. No wonder why Caleb fell so hard for this woman so fast, she wasn’t only sweet, she was the perfect, soft complement to him.

“Exactly.”

Turns out the guys didn’t play football for long. Cameron, the grump he was being, faked a sore shoulder when Landon threw him a pass he had to leap to catch it. Considering the boy wasn’t yet even five years old, I had no doubt he did it to hurry the night along.

We ate outside because Emily had been right. It was gorgeous. The sun was shining, there wasn’t a cloud in the sky, and our plates were piled high with perfectly roasted vegetables and even more perfectly prepared steaks, complete with sautéed, garlic mushrooms I adored.

We spent most of dinner listening to Emily talk about the beginning of her school year, getting ready for Caleb to start his season, and how Landon was adjusted to going to a new preschool. They’d been back in Denver for a few weeks, and they were so in sync with each other, Caleb was such an incredible father, it was difficult to believe a year ago he hadn’t even known Landon existed.

Cameron cut a bite off his steak and asked, “So, why didn’t you guys go home this weekend? I thought that had been the plan.”

“It was,” Caleb said, glancing at his wife.

She pressed her lips together, and a light pink rose to her cheeks. “We had something come up.”

Cameron glanced between the two of them, his eyes narrowing. “Any reason why you’re being so mysterious about it?”

Caleb rolled his eyes. “Didn’t either of you bother to read Landon’s shirt?”

“What shirt?” Cam asked.

I peered across the table. “Landon. What’s your shirt say?”

But I already knew, and my mouth was dropping and my eyes were widening as Landon climbed to his knees on his chair. “No way,” I said to Emily.

“What?” Cameron asked.

“I really expected you would have seen that,” she said, chuckling.

“My shirt says I’m the best big brother, but Mommy and Daddy made me promise not to say anything!” Landon shouted it.

Cameron covered a curse with a cough and then barked out a laugh. “No sh—crap?! You’re pregnant?!”

Emily nodded, and Caleb slid his arm around her shoulders, pulling her to him and kissing her temple.

“We found out earlier in the week,” he said, “because Em got carsick one day.”

“Something that never happened until I was pregnant with Landon,” she finished. “So I took a test.”

Cameron shoved out of his chair, and I quickly followed. We rounded the table, and I bent down to give Emily a hug, while Cameron did the same with his brother.

“This is awesome. And damn, you guys didn’t waste any time.”

“No shit,” Caleb said, laughing and ruffling the top of Landon’s head. “Sorry, little man.”

“It’s all right,” Landon said. “Daddy says it all the time.”

I choked on a laugh. “When are you due?”

“May,” Emily said, scrunching up her face. “Which sucks if they make the playoffs?—”

“When we make the playoffs,” Caleb corrected her.

“Fine. When they make the playoffs, it puts my due date right in the middle of them.” She rolled her eyes, and I didn’t miss how her hand fell to her stomach. “So yeah, we weren’t really trying, and the timing also isn’t great since it’s also the end of the school year. But we’re happy.”

“That’s so wonderful.” I gave her another tight squeeze. “I’m so happy for you both. So happy you found Caleb.”

She hugged me back and laughed. “Not nearly as happy as I am.”

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