Page 40 of Falling for You
I walk in just as Emma is coming down the stairs with Olivia.
“What are you doing here?” She asks me with her jaw hung open in shock. “I thought you had a big party coming in tonight!”
“It was a little white lie. I wanted to surprise you. I even brought your favorite from Clark.” I wave the takeout bag in front of her.
“Ooooh. What one? I have too many that he makes.”
Emma is one of Clark’s biggest fans. She makes a big deal out of every new dish he asks her to try.
“He made Birria tacos tonight. With fresh guacamole and salsa.”
The grin spreads across her face, “Did you bring …”
“Fresh made to-go margaritas?” I finish for her. “Sure did.”
“You are my favorite.” She comes down the stairs and I follow her into the kitchen. “Do you think that the tacos will be good until we get her to bed?”
“I’m sure I can make that happen. You go start her bath and I’ll put these in the oven to stay warm.” I lean over to kiss her on the forehead.
She smiles at me and runs up the stairs talking to Olivia about her going right to sleep because she has tacos and margaritas.
The thought that I am going to tell Hunter next time I see him crosses my mind at the same time as the thought about what a lucky son of a bitch I am.
Fi nudges my hand with her nose, licking my fingers.
“I'm lucky to have you too, pretty girl.” I squat down to the floor to pet her. She’s being such a good girl with all the changes, but she’s pretty obsessed with Ems so I don’t think she minds much.
Now that we got Olivia back on her schedule, or should I say Emma got her back on her schedule, everyone is sleeping better. Fiona included. She sleeps directly in front of the crib every night watching over her new best friend.
“Come on girl, let’s go join the bath time fun.” I slap my thigh for her to follow me up the stairs, which she does joyfully, her tongue lolled out to one side.
Once Olivia is asleep in her crib, we head downstairs to eat dinner together. We spend the entire time catching up on all things Olivia.
Cleaning up the kitchen while Emma changes into something more comfortable has me on edge. Hersomething comfortableis a set of shorts and a tank top made of silk that seems to glide over her skin with every move. The tank top constantly threatens to expose more than it should. And it’s hell on my resolve.
“Thanks for cleaning up!” She drops herself into the corner spot of my sectional, my spot.
The smirk on her face is the same one she has when she pushes my buttons on purpose.
I stride into the living room, grinning back at her. I scoop her up in my arms and take my rightful spot on the couch.
“You know this is my spot.” I lay her down next to me, my arm still wrapped around her.
“Still got what I wanted.”
I look down at her, knowing exactly what she wanted.
Hitting play on her favorite show, she snuggles in deeper to my side. I rub circles on her arm with my thumb and the shivers run down her arm.
“This is so…domestic.” She laughs half-heartedly.
“Did you ever think we’d be here? I mean with our own kid, living together, married. Not really here, here.”
Her body goes rigid in my arms and the playful demeanor she had earlier stealing my seat is gone. She sits up, crossing her legs and facing me. I follow suit and sit up too, a feeling of dread takes over when I take in the tears running down her cheeks.
“I…I had a miscarriage.” I stare at her in disbelief. Seconds, minutes pass by but I can’t form a thought.
“When?” I finally manage to choke out.
