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“You’re…not?” Devon ventures.
Emma shakes her head. “Oh, don’t get me wrong—I’m shocked as hell that you guys are in love with each other,” she clarifies. “Definitely didn’t seethatcoming. But I always guessed that the two of you found each other attractive—even though you would never have admitted it in a million years—so you two deciding to hook up isn’t that much of a stretch for me.”
“Youguessedthat?” Devon asks, looking absolutely flabbergasted. “We never even knew the other was into guys.”
Emma blinks at us, clearly surprised. “Seriously? I thought you guys could tell that sort of thing.”
I let out a rough chuckle. “Apparently I have the worst gaydar in the world.”
“Wow, okay. So how did you work it out then?”
I offer a wry smile. “Like I said. Long story.”
She looks like she’s about to press the matter but decides against it. “So…does everyone know?” she asks, biting her lip as though nervous about the answer.
Devon shakes his head. “No. Very few people, actually. Ryan knows, and Natasha. And my family know but that was kind of an accident…”
“I haven’t told Mum and Dad yet. I was thinking maybe we could sit them down and share both of our big news items together?” I suggest. “It might take some of the pressure off the baby news.”
Emma offers a grateful smile. “That’d be great. When did you want to tell them?”
“We’ve got dinner at their place tonight. May as well get it over with.”
Devon gives my thigh a squeeze in reassurance. “You want me to come with you?”
I offer a soft smile. “Ordinarily, yes. But Mum still thinks you and Emma are going to work things out and live happily ever after so until she’s absolved of that notion, I think you should probably stay away.”
Devon nods. “Good call.”
I turn back to my sister, who’s now chewing on the ends of her hair, the way she does when she’s nervous. “You don’t have to say anything, but they’re going to want to know.” I glance meaningfully at the part of the table that’s hiding her stomach.
She sighs. “I don’t even know his name, Wes. It was just some guy. The night of my going away party.”
“Okay, you ready to do this?” I murmur to Emma once Mum and Dad have finished fussing over her and are onto their second glass of wine each. Mum keeps offering Emma some, and I know if she doesn’t come clean soon suspicions will be raised.
Emma nods. “Yep. Now or never, right?”
I give her shoulder a squeeze of encouragement and turn to our parents, who are engrossed in what appears to be a lively discussion about Louis Theroux.
“Mum, Dad—do you have a second?” I ask. “Emma and I need to tell you something.”
They glance up at us, seeming a little startled. “Both of you?” Mum asks curiously.
I nod, a little baffled by the question. I wonder if she’s heard about Devon and me along the grapevine. “Yeah, both of us.”
“You might want to sit down,” Emma suggests, guiding both our parents over to the settee.
Mum and Dad exchange glances before seating themselves and gazing up at us with attentive expressions.
I glance at my sister. “You first or me?”
She draws in a deep breath. “I’ll go.” Under her breath I can hear her saying,“Just rip it off. Just like a plaster.”
“Darling, are you trying to tell us you’re pregnant?” Mum finally asks, interrupting Emma’s pep-talk.
Emma and I both stare at Mum, who looks completely unfazed. “H-how?…W-what?” Emma stutters out.
Mum just offers a wry smile. “Well, at first I thought it might have just been all that French food, but that would only account for you going up a dress size, not two bra sizes. And you haven’t touched a drop of alcohol, or any of the smoked salmon.”
