Page 49 of I Loved You First

Moments later, another shot of Fi and himself filled the screen. He held Fiona piggyback-style while they stood in the doorway of a half-built house—the first project he’d been entirely in charge of a year or two after graduation. He’d been laughing while Fi wrapped her arms around his front, kissing his cheek.

Brady gasped. “Fiona kissed you.”

He swallowed, remembering how easy they’d been together—how much fun they’d always had. How damn happy they’d been. He met Fi’s gaze across the room before she looked away. He glanced at Luke next, sending him a death stare.

Luke grinned as he shrugged, clearly unapologetic that he was stirring shit up.

Brady frowned as he turned to look at Cam. “Do you and Fiona kiss like a mom and a dad?”

He shook his head, suddenly finding himself on boggy ground, hoping like hell there wouldn’t be any more pictures of Fi and him. “Fiona’s been my friend for a long time. When we were younger, we kissed sometimes.”

“Before I was born?”

Cam nodded. “Before you were born.”

“Oh,” Brady said, turning back to watch more of the slides, commenting whenever shots of him and Cam popped up on-screen.

Eventually, the lights came back on, and the music changed when the deejay played something more upbeat.

Brady scooted out of Cam’s lap. “I’m going to see Fiona.”

Cam hurried to his feet, following behind his son, already knowing where Brady’s conversation with Fiona would go. One cringe-worthy moment—thanks to Grandpa—had been more than enough.

Brady took Fiona’s hand. “You used to kiss my dad. Before I was born.”

“Shit,” Cam said under his breath as Fiona looked from Brady to him.

“Yes, I did,” she responded, giving Brady her attention again. “We were very special friends.”

Brady took Cam’s hand, making it so he and Fiona held each other’s. “You can kiss if you want to.”

“Oh, well, thank you,” Fiona said.

Brady smiled as he nodded. “You’re welcome.”

Cam let Fi go to crouch in front of Brady. “Fiona is still my friend, but we’re friends who don’t kiss anymore.”

Brady’s brow furrowed slightly as he clearly considered what Cam said. “Okay. Can I have another cupcake?”

Cam huffed out a small laugh. “Sure. One more. Then we’re heading home.”

“Okay.” Brady hurried off to the dessert table.

Cam gained his feet, scratching his jaw. “I can’t pretend that tonight hasn’t had a couple of really awkward moments.”

She grinned. “It’s okay.”

“I’m sorry, anyway.”

“I’m not.” She touched his arm. “That was clearly a confusing moment for Brady. You handled it beautifully.”

“You did, too, and I appreciate it.”

“Did you have a nice time tonight?”

And apparently, they were changing the subject. He nodded. Mostly, he’d kept an eye on his son, ate more than was necessary, and mingled while he watched Fiona do her thing. “Everything was great—Grandpa’s sneaky celebration.”

She laughed. “I think he liked the cake.”