Emelia turned to look at Diego. “I don’t get what I’m looking at.”
“Emelia, you frighten me sometimes with how naive you are. Look!”
She watched and realized their older brother was interested in the vet. “She’s married.”
“I know, and so does he. I’ve seen him watching her a few times, and she blushes whenever he’s close. She hasn’t once mentioned her husband so I’m not sure what’s going on.”
Emelia lightly punched her brother in his stomach. “Behave.”
“What me?” He grinned. “I’m always on my best behavior.”
“Yeah, right.” She was about to add more when there was a knock at her bedroom door. “Come in.”
Mateo walked in and said, “I knew you’d be in here,” to Diego. “You’re both nearly thirty and still invade each other’s personal space.” He shook his head, but she didn’t miss the smile that hovered on his lips as he moved toward them.
“Hey, Mateo.” She wrapped her arms around his waist and held him to her as his arms went around her shoulders.
He kissed the top of her head and, keeping an arm around her, dragged her with him as he joined Diego at the window. He peered out and smirked. “Only heartbreak in that direction.”
“She wears a wedding band, but is she actually married?” Diego wondered out loud.
“She’s married. I bumped into them at one of the glittery events I had to attend a few weeks ago, and her husband is an arrogant asshole. But Aiden needs to stay away from her and to stop thinking with his dick,” Mateo added.
“Hey,” Emelia elbowed Mateo in the stomach.
He let go of her and rubbed where she nailed him. “What’s wrong with you?”
“He’s thinking with more than his dick,” Emelia answered.
“Can we change the subject?” Diego moaned, “I don’t want to think about Emelia and dicks. In fact, I think I’m going to puke.”
She rolled her eyes. “Grow up.”
Diego laughed until Mateo interrupted, “We’re wanted downstairs in Dad’s office. He has something to tell us.”
Diego frowned and turned to her. “You better get dressed.”
She shook her head. “It’s not me that’s needed.”
“What do you mean?” Diego frowned.
“I know what they have to say, and I don’t want to be there...but I’ll be waiting.” She reached up and kissed Diego on the cheek. “I love you.” She turned to Mateo, “I love you as well.”
After she’d planted a kiss to Mateo’s cheek, she shoved them out of her room with puzzled expressions on their faces.
They’d know what was wrong with her soon enough.
Emelia forced herself to walk inside her bathroom and closed the door.
She hoped the conversation would be easier this time around for her parents, but she had her doubts. They were up against four of them, and they all had a right to be pissed with their confession. It was Diego who worried her the most. He was about to find out that Emiliano wasn’t their biological father, and she wasn’t sure how well he’d take that bit of information.
As she stepped into the shower, she let the hot water pound into her skin while she emptied her mind of everything for a brief period of time.
It had been an hour since Diego and Mateo had gone downstairs, and Emelia hadn’t heard any raised voices or doors being slammed. So that was good, at least, she hoped it was. Part of her wished that she’d insisted on being there, but the other part was relieved.
She didn’t want to see Diego look at her accusingly because she’d known and hadn’t told him. But she knew that he’d root her out once their parents had answered his questions. She and Diego would always look for the other when upset.
It was so much bigger than anything they’d dealt with before, so she hoped that Diego handled it well. She wasn’t sure how she’d be able to help him otherwise.