The Proposition(51)
“Has it been bad so far?”
She nodded. “Every morning…some afternoons.” She shuddered. “And then certain smells.”
Aidan twisted the rag in his hands. “I wish I could do something to help. I feel so helpless having to watch you suffer.”
Her chest constricted again at his words. “It’s enough you just being here—comforting me like this.” She reached out to touch his cheek. “You have such a good heart and so much love to give. You’re going to be a wonderful father.”
He stared at her in almost disbelief—his chest rising and falling harshly. She could see him emotionally shutting down right in front of her. He shook his head. “I think you give me too much credit. Besides, I’d be a real jackass if I left you alone when you were sick.” He rose off of the floor and tossed the rag on the counter.
Chewing her lip, Emma realized this was probably the best she was ever going to get from him—just enough care and concern to keep his conscience from eating at him. It wasn’t ever going to be enough to make him love her or commit. She just needed to accept that fact so she could guard her heart. She could only give herself to him physically—even though she desperately hoped that physical intimacy would lead to a stronger emotional one for Aidan.
So she drew in a deep breath and pulled herself off the floor. “I’m going to take a shower.”
He whirled back around in surprise. “You think you’re up to it?”
“The nausea and the puking never last long. I’m feeling better now.” She smiled. “You want to join me?”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m not making any promises.” She pulled back the shower curtain and turned on the water. “Besides, we both need to be ready to go out in a little while because I’m going to expect you to buy me some breakfast. You know, for knocking me up and all.”
He grinned. “I think I can do that.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
An hour later, Emma buckled herself in while Aidan let the top down on his convertible. “What sounds good?” he asked as he pulled out of the driveway.
“Hmm, IHOP? I keep craving pancakes.”
“Then IHOP it is.”
While flipping through the radio stations, Aidan’s phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID and grimaced. “It’s my dad.”
“Haven’t you talked to him since you got back?”
“No.”
Emma shook her head. “I can’t believe you didn’t let him know you’re home safe and sound. I bet he’s worried out of his mind.”
“Thanks for the guilt trip,” Aidan mused.
She stuck her tongue out at him playfully as he answered the phone. “Hey Pop…yeah, I got in last night. Sorry I didn’t call you. I was a little tired.”
Emma snorted at his lie. He hadn’t been too tired to go a round with her. When she met Aidan’s gaze, he stuck his tongue out at her, and she giggled.
“I’m planning on coming by to see you.” He paused. “I know you’ve really been working hard on your rose garden, but now isn’t actually the best time.”
Emma cleared her throat, and Aidan glanced over at her. “Take me back home and go see your dad,” she murmured.
He shook his head.
“Yes, he misses you and –”
“Dad, I’ll be happy to come over as long as you don’t mind I have a friend with me.”
Wait, what? He was actually going to take her to meet his father? That was a whole level of commitment she never imagined from him.
Aidan must’ve registered her surprise because he whispered, “You don’t mind?”
She shook her head, and he smiled. “All right. We’ll be over in ten minutes.” After he hung up the phone, he turned to Emma. “Are you sure you’re all right with this?”
“Why would I mind?”
Aidan shrugged. “I don’t know. My dad is…well, he’s a blue collar, Irish Catholic ex-Marine who loves puttering around his rose garden and playing with his grandkids.”
Emma grinned at his summation. “Considering most of my mom’s family is blue-collar, I think I’ll be fine. Besides, he’s my child’s grandfather.”
“I just didn’t want to waste your Saturday listening to my dad drone on and on about his different species of roses or his war stories.”
“I think it sounds like fun.”
“You need to get out more, babe.”
Emma experienced the familiar tightening in her chest at his flippant attitude. Her smile faded. “I think deep down you really don’t want to introduce me to him.”