“She wasn’t?”
“She was,” Logan said, seeing the confusion in her eyes. But he needed Emma to understand the journey he’d been on. The emotional impact. “We waited a month to tell our families until she was at the three-month mark.”
“Oh.”
“I was so happy, Em. So damn happy to be about to become a father. During those weeks, I’d planned out the next eighteen years of my life. The things I would do if it was a girl. Buy a shotgun.” They shared a smile, but the pang of regret still haunted him. “Things I’d do if it was a boy. Build treehouses. Teach him baseball. Go camping.”
“I’m so sorry. Did she lose it?”
He shook his head.
“It was never mine.”
Emma’s mouth dropped open. “Jesus.”
Logan turned his face from hers and stared out the window. “I came home one day, and some guy was fucking her in our bed.”
“Oh my God. Who was he?”
“No fucking idea. He high-tailed it, and I let loose. How dare she do this when we were expecting a child? That was when she told me it wasn’t mine, but the guy who was peeling out of our driveway.”
“God, Logan.”
“She moved out the next day, and I divorced her as fast as I could,” Logan said, then his eyes dropped to hers. “I lost my wife and a child that wasn’t ever mine. But it felt real. It felt like I had lost a family.”
“You had. You did,” Emma said, squeezing his hand.
Logan took a moment to push the hurt away.
“I never thought I would love another woman again. I wasn’t expecting you,” he said, lifting his hand and cupping her face.
“I wasn’t expecting this either.” She sighed. “And now I can see why you’ve been so scared to open up and let me in.”
Logan knew Emma would understand, but if he was to really let her into his heart, he needed more.
“Tell me my feelings are reciprocated, Emma. Because if they aren’t, then I can’t do this. If I can’t have all of you, I will have to walk away.”
Emma smiled at him, and the words she said next were nearly unnecessary. He could see in her eyes, as clear as day, how she felt about him.
“Yes, Logan Dufort. I am falling in love with you.” Emma leaned into him, pressing her lips to his.