Colton barked out a laugh and shuffled into the penthouse. “I have to agree with him.”
With an equally excited expression melting across her face, Lillian popped a quick kiss on Gavin’s cheek and snatched Noah out of his arms. “Of course you’re still worth something, sweetie.” She cradled her grandson and dowsed him with kisses. Eyes filled with joy, she looked at Olivia. “Grandma gets first dibs, Livy. Sorry.”
Gavin laughed as Olivia frowned, watching his mother dance over to the couch. She continued to rain unrelenting, grandmotherly kisses over the family’s newest addition.
Olivia sighed, but that didn’t stop her from reaching for Timothy and Teresa’s little hands and sinking onto the couch right next to Lillian. Under normal circumstances, Gavin figured his mother would’ve considered Olivia’s closeness an invasion of her personal space. However, both women were too busy fawning over Noah to complain.
After setting a large silver tray of food down on the counter, Melanie pulled Gavin into her arms. “Aww. I still love you.”
“Thanks, Mel,” Gavin replied as she joined the group of baby excited oohing and ahhing family members on the couch. With curiosity getting the better of him, Gavin peeled the lid away from the tray. His eyes took in his mother’s lasagna.
There was no doubt Emily would get a kick out of that one.
“Mom’s lasagna.” Chad sniffed thoughtfully, hovering over the tray. “She made it for me on our third date, and that’s when I fell in love with her.”
Gavin chuckled, running his hand through his hair. “You’re kidding me?”
“Well, I should say it sealed the deal.” Chad smiled proudly. “I’m going to go do the grandpop thing with my lasagna-making lover.”
Gavin grinned and watched his father take off toward the couch. Arms crossed, Gavin leaned against the island, admiring everyone drooling over Noah. With warmth spiraling through him, Gavin soaked it in. His father was right. Family was what it was all about.
“Where’s your other half?” Colton probed, pulling up a stool with Trevor. “And how’s she feeling?”
“She’s in the shower,” Gavin answered. “She seems to be doing well.”
“So how do you feel about her making me go with you today?” Trevor popped a smirk and yanked his glasses from his face. Staring at Gavin, he cleaned them with the hem of his shirt. “I’m kind of your bodyguard in case shit goes down.”
Gavin drew up a brow, finding the situation comical. “Don’t get high on yourself, bro. I’m taking you because Emily insisted. I don’t need you there. If anything, Dillon’s lucky you’re coming with me.” Gavin moved to the refrigerator and plucked out a bottle of water. After taking a sip, he shook his head. “If he gets out of line, neither you nor anyone else will be able to stop me from finishing what I started months ago.”
“Be careful, little man,” Colton warned, jerking his head toward Noah. “Keep him in mind if Asshole pushes the wrong buttons. Dillon will never be worth going to jail over.”
Gavin’s gaze fell on Noah. There was no denying Colton’s statement was correct. Gavin began to think Emily’s desire to have their lawyers send a letter on their behalf, notifying Dillon that Gavin was the father, was a good idea. He’d originally planned on a simple phone call. Although he did call Dillon, it was only to lie about Emily’s next doctor’s appointment. But something deep inside Gavin wanted, no, needed to see Dillon’s face when he heard the news. It screamed out in revenge for all Dillon had put them through. It was payback time, and Gavin wanted to cut the fucking check.
With that, he headed for the bedroom to see if Emily was finished. When he entered, he found her in the bathroom blow drying her hair. He stared at her a long moment, almost regretting his decision to go against her wishes, but it only lasted a second. Visions of the hell she’d suffered with Dillon hit Gavin’s thoughts, relinquishing him of every bit of guilt he felt about doing things his way.
On a deep breath, Gavin stepped into the bathroom and came up behind Emily. Staring at her beautiful reflection, he slid his hands around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder. “I’m getting ready to go,” Gavin whispered, hating the look in her eyes. Emily stared back at him in the mirror, her unspoken words ripping him apart, but he couldn’t stop himself if he wanted. “Everything’s going to be fine, Emily. I have to do this. For me. As a man. I have to.”
Emily wasn’t about to argue the issue any further. She’d spent the last several days trying to convince him that seeing Dillon in the flesh to deliver the news wouldn’t do anything but make an already insane situation worse. Though she’d never fully understand his reasoning, Emily knew she had to stand by Gavin’s decision. She nodded, closing her eyes when Gavin buried his face in the crook of her neck. Without another word, she watched him walk out of the bathroom. Now Emily just needed to convince herself what she was allowing him to do was going to be okay.