Emma.”
Emma bit her lip. She knew she needed to tell him. If there was ever a time … .
“You’ve just seemed distant lately,” Finn said, cutting Emma off mid-thought. “Maybe I was imagining it, but it seemed like I was an afterthought. It was kind of like you were trying to figure out a way to break up with me.”
Emma’s heart clenched. “Don’t ever think that. I’m so sorry.”
Finn sighed, relieved. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure,” Emma said. “Oh, I’m so sorry.”
“I CAN’T tell you,” Mandy said, averting her gaze.
James wasn’t falling for that. “There’s a positive pregnancy test in the garbage.”
“No, there’s not.”
“Oh, don’t bother lying, wife,” James said, shifting so he could prop himself up on his elbow. “Someone is pregnant. I’m not stupid.”
“I didn’t say you were stupid,” Mandy said.
“You’re acting like I’m stupid.”
“I’m doing no such thing.”
“Four women were in this room,” James said. “There’s one positive pregnancy test. That means there are four options.”
“You’re very good at math.”
James ignored her. “You claim it’s not you.”
“It’s not me,” Mandy said. “I promise. I’m not lying.”
“And I’m grateful,” James said. “That leaves three options.”
Mandy sighed. “Fine, someone is pregnant.”
“Who?”
“I can’t tell you that.”
“Why?”
“Because I made a promise,” Mandy said.
James ran a hand through his hair, never moving his gaze from his wife’s conflicted eyes. “Okay.”
“You’re just going to let it go?”
“I am,” James said. “My wife isn’t pregnant. That’s where my interest ends.”
Mandy smiled. “Do you want to place you interests elsewhere?”
James smirked, rolling on top of her naked body. “What did you have in mind?”
“DON’T be sorry, Emma,” Finn said, brushing his lips against her forehead. “I’m just being … ridiculous.”
“You’re never ridiculous,” Emma said, rubbing the back of Finn’s head as it pressed against her shoulder. “You’re the sweetest man I’ve ever met.”
“You’re the sweetest woman I’ve ever met,” Finn countered, kissing Emma’s jaw. “God, I feel so stupid. I’ve been convincing myself for the past week that you were going to break up with me.”
Emma was flabbergasted. “Finn, I would never break up with you.”
“Then, what’s going on?” Finn asked.
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“You’re sad, sweetie,” Finn said. “I saw you crying when I came home the other day.”
Emma faltered. “When?”
“I don’t know,” Finn said, rubbing his chin. “I think it was Wednesday. I came home, and you’d been crying.”
“You saw that?” Emma was mortified.
“Yeah.”
“I’d been watching the Hallmark channel,” Emma admitted.
“So?”
“They run old episodes of Little House on the Prairie ,” Emma said.
Finn was confused. “So? That’s the show with the family that lived on a farm, right?”
“The Ingalls,” Emma corrected. “They’re a beautiful family.”
“That show was on the air before you were born,” Finn pointed out.
“So?”
“So, it’s weird that it makes you cry.”
“It’s still beautifully done,” Emma said.
“I’ll take your word for it,” Finn said, straightening. “I’ve never seen it. What made you cry?”
“Laura thought her bad thoughts killed her brother,” Emma said, her breath hitching. “When the baby died, she ran away and tried to find God to switch herself for the baby.”
Finn was confused. “Okay.”
“God found her on the mountain,” Emma said. “He said his name was Jonathan. He kept her safe until her father could find her.”
Now Finn was flabbergasted. “He found her, right?”
“He did,” Emma said. “There would be no series without her, and that was the first season.”
“Well, I’m relieved.” Finn was lost in the conversation. “I still don’t understand