“Actually,” James said, looking past my brother toward me, “I'm not here for you. I'm here for Diane.”
“Diane?” Luke asked, turning to look at me.
My parents were staring at me as well, an expression of sheer confusion on their faces.
“Yes, he's with me. He's the friend I told you was coming for dinner.”
I choked on the words. He was more than a friend, wasn't he? After all, we'd said we loved one another – that meant we were something more? And he was the father of my child. There was that part too. But friends came out easier than all of that when I'd been talking to my mom.
“He's your friend now too?” Luke scratched his head.
James and I stared at each other, and I was grinning like an i***t as relief washed over me. I wanted to rush to his side, to embrace him, to kiss him, but t
