That went better than expected.
I thought there’d be a million other questions, but I guess there’s plenty of time for those.
Tomorrow, I’ll call Emma and let her know I’ve told my parents and about the barbecue.
I hope she accepts the invitation.
Sixteen
Emma
It’s still so weird for me when my mobile phone rings.
Not that it happens often—I haven’t gone out and made friends.
It’s a relief when Caleb’s name comes up on the screen.
He was so patient and kind when he found out about Noah, but I haven’t heard from him since. I really hope we continue that way.
Noah saw him yesterday—he told me all about it last night. I’ve never seen my eldest son so excited and happy.
My heart races as I pick up the phone.
“Hello?”
“Emma, it’s Caleb.”
“I know.”
He’s silent for a moment. “I just wanted you to know that I’ve told my family about Noah.”
My throat tightens. “How did that go?”
“They all want to meet him. Chloe’s invited your family to a barbecue next weekend.”
I catch my breath. That’s a big step.
“But if it’s okay with you, I’d like to meet your kids before then. I know you said to give you some time, but I also think they should have another friendly face if you decide to go.”
“I’d like that.”
And I would. Noah’s champing at the bit for his siblings to meet Caleb. And they’re all just as eager. Caleb’s said he wants to spend time with me, but I want all my children to be comfortable with him.
“So, when do you want to do this? I still have a few things to do around your house, but nothing too big. Maybe I can just hang out after I’ve finished tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow? That’s so soon.”
My heart leaps. This all feels so sudden and yet something I’ve been waiting half my life for.
“I know. And we can leave it a few more days if you want. I just thought?—”
“You’re anxious to meet them.”
“I am.”
I swallow hard. “Tomorrow’s fine. Noah’s talked you up anyway, and they’re all looking forward to it.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want to rush you.”
