“What’s going on?” Noah asks.
He knew he wasn’t Malcolm’s. That much was obvious. But I never told him who his father was. I wanted to tell Caleb first and then in every single fantasy I had about that moment, we told Noah together.
That’s not what’s about to happen.
“I think we all need to talk,” I croak. “Before the others come home.”
“Want me to put the jug on?” Noah asks.
“I think that’s a very good idea,” Caleb says.
Noah eyes Caleb warily, but he nods and heads into the kitchen.
Caleb turns back to me. “Now I know you haven’t told me everything.”
“I’m sorry. I thought I had more time.”
His eyes blaze with anger and I shrink back before he realises what he’s done and reaches for my hand.
“I’m sorry too. This must be really hard.”
I need to tell him everything—I already knew that. But now it’s all bubbling at the surface. There are things I can’t and won’t say in front of Noah. Those things can wait.
Noah pops his head around the doorway.
“How do you take your coffee?” Noah looks at Caleb. “Sorry, I don’t know your name.”
“It’s Caleb,” Caleb croaks, his gazed fixed on Noah. “Black, one sugar.”
“Caleb.” Noah nods before giving him a quick smile and going back to the kitchen. The resemblance is too strong for him to miss.
My stomach churns.
“This isn’t how I wanted you to find out.”
“I’m sure.”
I meet his stare. He’s wary, but if there’s anger there, he’s keeping it hidden. Maybe it’s because he’s seen how shaken I am.
Maybe he’s saving it until it builds and bursts out of him.
No. Caleb’s not like that. He’s not Malcolm.
We sit in silence while Noah makes the coffee. I didn’t expect him home this early—he’s been working full-time.
I should have been more prepared.
“Here you go.” Noah juggles three mugs in his hands and places them on the coffee table. He slides one toward Caleb before joining us on the couch.
“Thanks,” Caleb leans forward and pulls the mug closer.
“I know this is a shock,” I say slowly. “I wanted to ease you both into this.”
Caleb’s jaw tightens.
“After we moved, I realised I was pregnant. My parents were livid.” I shift my gaze to Caleb. “Of course it was you. It couldn’t be anyone else.”
His brows knit.
