Unforgiven(71)

 

 
Arriving home, we find Reagan in the kitchen, cooking dinner. The smell is amazing. The entire house smells like fresh pasta sauce.
“Smells delicious,” Landon says as we walk into the kitchen. He walks over to Reagan and presses a kiss to her cheek while she stirs a huge pot of homemade marinara sauce.
“How was golf?” she asks, looking at me with a smile.
“I won,” Landon says. “That’s all that matters.” He winks at me while popping an olive off the relish tray into his mouth.
“Precisely why I won’t golf with him,” she says, setting the large, wooden spoon on the spoon rest. “He’s too competitive.”
“I actually had fun,” I admit. “The weather was gorgeous and I haven’t golfed in years.”
“I’m glad you two got to spend some time together,” she says sincerely.
The kitchen table in the breakfast nook is set with three place settings. There is a large garden salad on the table and Reagan carries over a large platter of fresh ravioli covered in her homemade marinara sauce. It smells divine. Landon carries three glasses of ice water to the table and places one glass at each place setting. Normally, there would be bottles of wine on the table, but they are noticeably absent tonight. Looking at all the food is overwhelming and, even though my stomach growls in hunger, part of me wants to skip dinner.
I’ve come so far, and actually feel good, so I force myself to sit down at the table, placing a napkin in my lap and taking a hearty helping of the garden salad. Reagan is a diligent cook and goes all out for every meal. The salad is full of mixed greens, onions, tomatoes, hearts of palm, and banana peppers.
“You know, just because I’m not drinking, doesn’t mean you can’t have wine,” I say as I pick up the platter of ravioli. I spoon two of the large ravioli onto my plate. “I don’t want my sobriety to hinder your lifestyle.”
It’s awkwardly quiet for a moment before Reagan pipes in, “Lindsay, we will always support you and your sobriety. It’s your first day back in this reality.” She motions around the room. “There will always be temptation and, on your first day out of rehab, I’m not going to set that temptation in front of your face.” She takes the platter of pasta from me and scoops some onto her plate before passing it to Landon. “Will there be a time when we’ll drink in front of you again? I’m sure there will be, but it will be when we know you’re comfortable with that, not your first day home. Plus, I won’t be drinking any wine for at least nine months so…”
“What?” I ask, dropping my fork.
“I won’t be drinking for…”
“No, I heard you. Are you serious?” She nods and smiles at me. “Oh my god.” I jump up from my seat and run around the table, throwing myself at her. She opens her arms and pulls me into a hug. “I’m so happy for you,” I whisper. Pulling myself away, I turn to Landon. “Why didn’t you tell me this afternoon?” I swat his arm before leaning down to give him a congratulatory hug.
“We wanted to tell you together.”
“I can’t believe I’m going to be an aunt,” I say, taking my seat at the table again. “Wait, have you told Mom?”
“No!” Landon pipes in quickly.
“We’re not going to tell anyone until after the wedding,” Reagan says. “I’m very early in the pregnancy, only about five weeks along. Anything could happen between now and the wedding.”
“Nothing’s going to happen,” Landon says, looking out the corner of his eye at Reagan. “We want the focus to be on the wedding, not the baby—but we wanted to tell you.”
“Okay, personal question,” I say, taking a drink of water quickly. “Were you trying to get pregnant?” Landon laughs quietly and shakes his head from side to side.
“No,” Reagan answers. “Well, let’s put it this way. We weren’t trying to get pregnant, but we weren’t doing anything to prevent it either. It just happened really fast. We thought it would happen after the wedding, not before.”
“Holy crap,” I mutter. “I’m so happy for you both.”
“Thanks,” Landon says, shoving a ravioli into his mouth. “It’s a little surreal, honestly.”
“How are you feeling?” I ask Reagan.
“Actually pretty good, so far. My boobs hurt like hell, and I’m really tired, but that’s to be expected. I’ve just been trying to make sure I rest and eat well. By the time we get married, I’ll be starting my second trimester, so I should be feeling great by then.”#p#分页标题#e#