Yes, how pathetic was I, trying to destroy Breigh and Wyatt.
Wyatt had to put up with me, he was my brother, when Mom least expected it, but Breigh, no she didn’t. She could have just as easily told me to get the hell out of her house. Instead when the shit hit the fan, quite literally she stood beside Wyatt with welcoming arms and listened.
I rang the doorbell holding pizzas and a two liter of soda, waiting for someone to answer. I heard the rush of little feet and an excited screech before I saw Olivia’s little face holding Wyatt’s hand.
“Uncle Cash.” She reached up and I bent down as much as I could to let her put her little arms around me before Wyatt grabbed for the pizza.
“Yummy!” Her sweet voice muttered.
I shook my head yes, picking her up, placing her on my hip.
“Only one cup, Olivia. You hear me?” I heard Breigh lay the rules down rapidly.
“Yes, Mommy.”
Reaching the end of the hallway where the kitchen connected, I apologized to Breigh for bringing soda.
“It’s okay. We just usually don't let her have caffeine this late. One cup won’t hurt. I’ll just add a lot of ice.”
“I figured it would be better than…”
“Yes, you’re right.”
Wyatt rolled his eyes. giving me a look, before pulling down glasses for us and a little cup for Olivia.
I stood watching how Breigh and Wyatt worked in harmony getting everything to the table, getting Olivia situated, and wondering if that would be me one day.
I had admired the changes they had made on the home, making it theirs after Rhonda left it for them. It fit them perfectly. Funny, how I could still see a lot of Rhonda’s things around, which seemed to comfort them. I would have probably felt the same way if I would have had the closeness like Wyatt did with her. I had my father; he had Rhonda. Who was the lucky one? Yep, Wyatt.
After taking a seat and Wyatt saying the blessing, I studied the small family. Grace wasn’t admittedly something I was used to doing and I knew that would have to change. I found myself almost taking notes as to what would be expected and what I should be doing if the situation turned out how I had hoped it would. I had admitted that to myself long before now, the very minute I knew Emma was pregnant.
“What’s on your mind, Cash?” Wyatt paused. “I assumed since you had wanted to meet with me earlier in the week that…”
“Wyatt…” Breigh said, as if she was stopping him from saying something he shouldn’t. I watched as their eyes followed each other, talking without me following what was being said.
“She’s pregnant,” I said, assuming that was what they were talking about.
“I’m going to get Olivia settled in the living room and let her have some TV time.” Breigh commented, damn near running from the room.
“I’d like for you to be here for this,” I said.
“I’ll be right back,” she said.
Wyatt cleared his throat. “You know how Breigh feels about Emma and how close they are. Don’t try to get information from her or put her in a bad spot.”
“I wouldn't do that.”
“Emma is a sister to Breigh, and….”
“Shit, I get it.” I sat back slightly in the chair, irritated with him. You could bet your ass he wouldn't be that protective over me.
“As you were aware, I was trying to set Emma up with my friend, Caleb, from work. She really didn't even give him a chance, which kind of pissed me off.”
I smiled a shit-eating grin, not caring that he would notice.
“Don’t you figure you have had your chance with her? Or chances. You haven't done right by her.”
“I know. But things are different. So many things are different.”
“I want to believe you… and I see a lot of things you are doing that are different. I wished you had seen everything that was so clear to me for years,” Wyatt said, while crossing his hands in front of him. I felt like he was a father lecturing me instead of my younger brother.
“Me too, but what good does that do now?”
‘None,” he said firmly.
Breigh grabbed us all a beer then sat back at the table.
“So what’s up? What did you need me here for?”
We were talking about all the piece of crap I was. The things I did to you…”
“Like kissing me?” Breigh muttered.
I could hear Wyatt take a deep breath.
“I can’t apologize enough for the pain I put you both through…”
“You’re right.” Wyatt said and then looked over at Breigh. She smiled sweetly and looked at him like he walked on water.
“Cash, what did you want to talk about?”
“As you know Emma is pregnant.”
”I couldn't say anything. You know I will always stand by her and…”
“No explanation needed. She told me it’s mine.”
I waited to see her expression but it didn't change for a split second.
Damn she was good, damn good.
I, on the other hand was smiling uncontrollably.
“True.” She raised her shoulders in unison.
“I want to be with her, and I want to do right by her. In fact, I don't think I have ever wanted anything as badly before in my life.”
Wyatt and Breigh both took a sip of their beers and looked back and forth at each other.
“All right then,” Breigh said with a smile the size of Texas.
“All right then?” I repeated.
“I love Emma. And you have started to show how you can be the man we had hoped you could be. But only time will tell. I have no way of persuading Emma, you should know that.”
“I know that. I just wanted you both to know how I felt and that I was
