Page 109 of Interference
“The girls called and texted, too. I found it odd that they never campaigned for me to believe you,” I add.
“Would you have listened to them or pushed them away?”
He makes a good point. My non-answer must be enough for him.
“They believed me, but they also knew you needed someone. Even if we are in a fight, our family will never take sides. They will be there to support both of us through it all. Well, bar cheating. They won’t forgive that, and had it come out that I really did cheat on you, my ass would’ve been grass, but they love you and they will take care of you fiercely just as I would.” He grabs my hand, bringing it to his lips to kiss the back of it.
“Thank you,” I tell him.
“For what?” he asks.
“Not giving up on me.”
“Never, Em. I’ll never give up on you or our kid.”
Moving took far less time than I thought it would. Emery didn’t want to take anything from the kitchen except her stuff to make tea. Since we already had furniture, she let the bed and couch stay, even though she technically paid for them. She considered being petty and dropping it off at a donation center, but decided that she would take the high road.
She said she doesn’t want to waste any more of her energy on Ashley.
Within a couple of hours, we had her room packed up and ready to go. Wyatt drove her car so she could ride with me. I held her hand the whole five-minute drive.
I can’t believe I have her back. That she forgave me.
I won’t lie. I was worried that even with evidence, she wouldn’t be able to let it go, but it turns out she believed in me all along. She felt guilty for having doubts, but somewhere inside of her, she knew I was telling the truth. She just didn’t know how to trust it when the evidence was so damning.
It doesn’t matter. I have her back, and that is all I care about.
The guys all unload the boxes into my room as I make Emery something to eat.
When I slide across from her, she smiles at me. “You take such good care of me.”
“It’s my job. Now eat. Do you want to unpack today? Or would you rather leave it for tomorrow?” I ask her.
“Honestly? I want to lie in bed with you for a while. I haven’t really gotten any sleep, and it’s catching up to me. Will that affect anything? Don’t you have classes?”
“I do, but I have excused absences. I went ahead and took care of your classes for you, too. You have make-up work, but they all hope you feel better. It helps that you are visibly pregnant.” I smirk at her.
“Yeah, like a bloated whale,” she hisses.
“No, like a majestic fertility goddess. You are positively glowing, buttercup. It’s going to take real effort not to fuck another baby right back into you.”
She gasps, her mouth no longer chewing as she stares at me.
I shrug. “What can I say? I think when it comes to you, I have a breeding kink or something. The idea of keeping you pregnant has me hard as a rock.”
“Gross, Brett. You aren’t alone in this house,” Grace says as she walks into the room. “How are you doing, mama?” She takes the seat next to Emery. Emery finishes chewing before she turns to Grace.
“Good. Great, now that I know the truth. I hate what Ashley did, but I guess it shows her true colors.”
Grace pushes back a piece of hair on Emery’s face, frowning at what she sees.
“You have dark circles under your eyes. You need some rest. I’ll get the guys out of here and back to class. Call me if you need anything. Cora is at work, but she said she can come over, too. Peyton is at her estate and offered you a room there if you need. We have your back.”
Emery smiles at Grace, tears in her eyes. “Thank you. I think I’ll finish this and then head up to bed.”
“Good. I’ll stop by and check on you tomorrow.” Grace stands, pressing a kiss to the top of Emery’s head as she sends me a look telling me to watch her.
As if she needs to tell me. My eyes have been on this woman for years.
