I just wasn’t sure if Eilidh was ready.
I’d been waiting for three weeks for her to make a move.
It was only last night and this morning that I’d started to notice herlookingat me again. For instance, I’d been bending over to take the lids off the paint tin for Lewis and Callie and when I’d straightened, I’d caught Eilidh guiltily turning away from ogling me.
The truth was, I didn’t know how much willpower I had left.
“Lewis Adair, you brush any more of that paint on me, and I’ll knock you on your arse,” Callie warned behind us. “Such a child.”
I glanced over my shoulder from smoothing down the mural. Lewis chuckled like a wee boy as he returned to painting.
Eilidh followed my gaze. “If you stop messing about, we might actually finish the nursery so Millie can get into it tomorrow.”
“What about the paint fumes?” Callie asked. “Don’t you have to let it air out for a few days?”
“Aye,” I confirmed.
“Still, we’ve only got the weekend.” Eilidh narrowed her gaze suspiciously on her brother. “Why are you acting like a five-year-old hopped up on Haribo?”
I stepped down from the ladder, watching Lew. He had shown up in an awfully good mood this morning. I’d just assumed it meant he’d gotten some. Lucky bastard.
As Lew stared at his wife with a secret smile, and Callie’s cheeks flushed, I saw something else pass between them.
“Wait.” Eilidh stepped toward her brother and sister-in-law and they both reluctantly turned to her. “Are you … oh my god, are you pregnant?”
Callie’s lips parted. “How … how did you know that?”
“Oh my god, you are?”
I met Lewis’s gaze, and he grinned smugly like he hadn’t just done something many men before him had. “Aye?”
He turned to Callie and she threw her hands up, accidentally brushing the wall with the paintbrush in her hand (luckily, it was the correct wall). “Well, it’s out now.”
“Ahh!” Eilidh squealed and threw her arms around Callie who laughed, trying to keep the paintbrush away from her while she returned her embrace. “Congratulations!”
I reached out a hand to Lewis; he shook it and we shared a grin. “Pleased as fuck for you, mate.”
“Thank you.” His voice was gruff with emotion before he accepted Eilidh’s hug.
“So happy for you, big brother.”
“Thanks, Eils.” He grinned at his wife over Eilidh’s shoulder. “No getting away from me now.”
Callie rolled her eyes. “You make it sound like you’re trapping me in this marriage with pregnancy.”
“No, he already did that with Harley,” Eilidh teased and I laughed.
Lewis shot me a mock hurt look.
Callie chuckled, wrapping her arms around her husband. Lewis snuggled her close, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. I felt a rush of envy. My attention moved to Eilidh, and I reckoned everything I felt was in my eyes because when our gazes locked, her lips parted, her eyes flaring with surprise.
“We aren’t telling anyone else just yet because it’s such early days,” Callie said. “You have to promise not to tell anyone.”
Eilidh reluctantly dragged her attention from me to her family. “Not even our parents?”
“Nor mine. Nor anyone’s,” Callie insisted. “Seriously. I’m only six weeks along. I want to get to at least twelve weeks this time before the entire village finds out.”
“I get it. I promise. Just between us. But you two need to do a better job of hiding it. Lewis is acting like a fool.”
