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“I think I’m going to go order,” Emma says a little awkwardly, getting to her feet.
Devon lets out a breath of wry laughter. “I’ll join you.”
I mind the table as they go up to the counter to place our orders. I use the opportunity to check my phone, not entirely surprised when I see four new ones from Natasha. Between Emma’s revelation at lunch yesterday, Devon’s declaration, and the incredibly fun afternoon and evening of celebration we had afterwards, I haven’t really had much of an opportunity to check my texts.
Natasha Wilcox:So how’d go with Emma?
Natasha Wilcox:Did you tell her?
Natasha Wilcox:Helllooooooo???
Natasha Wilcox:Get your cock out of Devon’s bum and answer me!
Me:Jeez someone’s a bit needy this morning!
Natasha Wilcox:Finally! Tell me how yesterday went
Me:Well, apart from the bit where Emma tried to convince Devon to be her fake baby daddy, I’d say it went smashingly
Natasha Wilcox:WHAT??
Me:Oh right. Emma’s preggers. And before you ask - Devon’s NOT the father
Natasha Wilcox:Wow. Good thing, because that would have been suupppeerrr awkward
Natasha Wilcox:So how’d she take the news that you’re boning down with her ex?
Me:Surprisingly well. Although that could have just been the shock. We’re having brunch with her now so I’ll have more details later
Natasha Wilcox:I’m on the edge of my seat! Oh and tell her I said congratulations about the baby
I put my phone away when Emma and Devon return to the table. “Tash said to say congratulations,” I tell my sister.
An aghast expression crosses her face. “Wes!You’re telling people?”
“It’s just Natasha, she’s not going to say anything.”
She gives an exasperated shake of her head and slumps into her seat.
Our pastries arrive and I immediately start tearing into the flaky, chocolatey goodness in front of me. When Devon reaches over to steal a piece of my pain au chocolat, I grab his wrist in a firm grip.
“Keep going and you could lose this hand,” I growl.
He just smirks at me. “You’d never follow through on that. You’d miss this hand too much.”
I glare at him for a long moment before finally releasing my grip of his wrist.Know-it-all bastard can read me like a book.
He chuckles and tears off a piece of my pastry, stuffing it into his mouth.
“I don’t want specific details, obviously,” Emma says, her face screwed up in distaste. “But I would at least like to know how exactly this all happened.” She uses her knife to gesture between Devon and me before resuming her task of slathering butter over her croissant.
“It’s kind of a long story. I guess we both just realised we were attracted to each other and decided to just…go for it,” I say with a shrug.
Devon arches an eyebrow at me but doesn’t correct my version of events. Emma doesn’t need to know the full story, especially not the part about Devon freaking out after their split and breaking into her emails.
“Huh.” Emma chews thoughtfully on a piece of croissant for a moment, before finally nodding. “Yeah, I guess that makes sense. I mean, I can’t really say I’m all that surprised.”
Both Devon and I stare at her, completely stunned.
