Knocked up, by her best friend's dad.(4)
Jamie stopped in front of me. “You’re keeping it aren’t you?” I didn’t even answer him, all I did was raise my brow. He’d been my best friend since I was six, he should know me by now. He threw his hands up in the air in a huff and growled. “Stupid question. I should have known. You love the little thing already, don’t you?”
I nodded, as much as I didn’t want to admit that I was pregnant, I already loved my baby. He or she would be my family, and I would give it everything I never had, starting with unconditional love. I slowly sat up on the bed. After voicing the truth out loud with Jamie, and really thinking about it, I started to feel better. I covered my stomach and smiled, I knew that everything would work out. I lived in a country that had a system that made sure I would have money and a place to live thanks to Centerlink, and I knew the place I lived now with Jamie would do for awhile. I had a job that there was always plenty of work, thanks to the aging population. I would be okay. I could do this. I smiled at Jamie, so grateful for him, and wondered why I’d waited so long to tell him and sort through my worries.
“Argh, I can see you just figured it all out. You did your ‘it’s all going to be fine’, look.” He shook his head and came to sit on the edge of the bed. “You’re right. It’s all going to be fine. No matter how badly I want to find out who did this to you and beat the crap out of him, I know you’ll tell me when you’re ready. If the guy doesn’t want to help, we can bring this baby up just you and me.” He leaned over stroked my cheek.
Throwing myself at him, I wrapped my arms around him, my nausea gone. “Thanks. Let’s keep this quiet for now. I will tell you who the father is, just give me time, please.” I squeezed him. “I love you.” I did love him, as a brother and as a best friend. I wasn’t in love with him like I was with his father, Adam Tupou. I just hoped Jamie would forgive me for seducing his father and giving him a baby brother or sister. Oh God, what if he didn’t? What if he never spoke to me again? What would I do? Jamie was my best friend, and as much as I was in love with his father, I was so nervous that I would lose Jamie. My stomach churned and I prayed for the first time I could remember that everything would work out.
“I love you, too.”
ADAM
I WAS BEING AN ARSEHOLE. I sat outside of my son’s and Hannah’s house debating if I should turn around and keep trying to ignore what had happened. I knew I couldn’t though, I wasn’t fucking sleeping—all I saw when I closed my eyes was lust-filled green eyes, full plump lips as they opened in ecstasy, and her perky full breasts bouncing as I made love to her, over and over. If that wasn’t bad enough, I was day dreaming too, like some teenage kid with his first love. I couldn’t stop thinking about Hannah.
I had been avoiding her, trying to sort out my feelings, but I had noticed she hadn’t sorted me out. She hadn’t been to Sunday family dinners or been around anywhere I was. At first, I thought she was doing the same as me, figuring out feelings, but after a month passed and she still wasn’t around, I started second guessing my own feelings and what I should do. I loved Hannah, but was I in love with her? That was what I stewed over. When I finally figured out how I felt, I then fretted over how it was going to affect my relationship with my family, especially my son, who I knew thought he was in love with her.
It was now over two months, and I knew I was just stalling and needed to talk to Hannah. Tonight though, I was taking Jamie out for a father/son celebration. He'd been offered a contract to play pro-football and I couldn't be prouder of him. I was hoping I could feel out if he still thought he was in love with Hannah.
Getting out of the car, I pressed the button to lock it, and fishing out their house key, opened the front door, and yelled inside. “You ready to go, Jamie?”
I got no answer and ventured further into the house, not finding anyone in the kitchen, dining, or living room. I made my way down the hall to the bedrooms and called out again. “Jamie? You ready to go?”
I was surprised when I found Jamie coming out of what I now know is Hannah’s room. I had thought the bigger room with the ensuite would be Jamie’s, because I knew he was paying more rent than Hannah, but I should have known he’d give her the bigger room with the attached bathroom. He wasn’t dressed ready to go out, and the more I studied him, the more I could see he was angry, not just angry, but pissed. Worried something had happened to Hannah, I rushed toward her room, only to be stopped by my son.
“Leave her, Dad. Give me ten, and I’ll be ready.” I watched him clench and unclench his fists and I could see the flashes of anger in his gaze.
“What’s going on? Is Hannah okay?” My heart raced as my mind conjured up all the things that could have happened, Hannah caught late at her job and being attacked waiting for the bus and getting hurt, or could she have gone on a date and it not ended well? I hoped she hadn’t gone looking for her parents again. Fuck, what was wrong? I pushed against Jamie, determined now to get to Hannah. Jamie pushed me back towards the living room, and I let him seeing the need in his face to talk, but not where Hannah could hear. Curious and eager to find out what was going on, I tried to keep my patience.
Once we reached the kitchen, Jamie punched the granite counter tops. “Fuck. F…u…c…k.”
Raising a brow at my son’s release of anger, I sought answers once more. “You gunna tell me what’s got you in this mood now?”