Page 2 of Knocked Up, by her Best Friend's Dad!

HANNAH

GUILT ASSAULTED ME AS I hung my head over the toilet bowl and did my new nightly day’s purge, while Jamie rubbed my back and offered to take me to the doctors for the third night in a row. I wasn’t ready to have a doctor tell me what I didn’t want to admit to myself, and I definitely didn’t want Jamie to know. If he found out, then there would be questions, and I sucked at lying, especially to my best friend. I had a huge…no, massive secret already, and by some miracle I had been keeping it from Jamie for close to two and a half months. On top of that, I now had this new secret that also affected him.

God, my life sucked. Just when I thought I had everything going for me, my job that was paying for me to go to technical and further education, aka (TAFE) to study aged care, and my new house with Jamie away from my shitty parents, this happened.

Once I thought the content of my stomach was empty, I fell back into Jamie’s embrace and let him help me stand and get me to my bed. I collapsed onto my bed and curled into a ball. Jamie, careful not to jolt the bed, got on and stroked my back. Damn, he was going to make some lucky woman happy. Jamie and I had moved into a small two-bedroom cottage style house in between the university for Jamie and the TAFE for me, a little over three months ago. We’d had a house warming party two and half months ago, and that's how I ended up in the situation I was in; avoiding acknowledging the truth...I was pregnant. I shuddered as I finally thought of the word.

I had no idea what I was going to do.

I’d been in love with Jamie’s dad, Adam, for as long as I could remember. He'd been a bad boy as a teen, and gotten a girl two years older than himself pregnant. The girl didn’t want a baby, but even at sixteen, Adam stepped up and became an amazing father with the help of his family. Jamie’s grandparent’s and great grandparents were beyond awesome and I loved them, they had unofficially adopted me when I started hanging around Jamie in kindergarten. I'd never left his side, even when we hit the age that sleepovers in the same bed should have stopped for us. I never stopped sneaking into his house and staying over. In the end, Adam gave up and just let me stay. It probably didn’t help that when he tried to get in contact with my parents, they were never around.

Everyone always thought Jamie and I would end up together, but I just didn’t see him at all like that, he’d always been like the brother I never had. I cringed as I realized that with being pregnant with his little brother or sister, and being in love with his dad, I was more like a step-mother.

“That’s it. Your whole body is shaking. We’re going to the doctor’s now.” He eased off the bed, and I knew if I didn’t tell him he would take me even if he had to carry me—and he could because he took after his father’s Tongan side.

“No. Jamie, no. What I have, should go away in a couple of months, or so I’ve heard, although, this isn’t the morning.”

“What are you talking about, Hannah?” He knelt down on my side of the bed to look me in the eye.

Groaning, because I so didn’t want to say it out loud, I mumbled, “I’m late by almost two months.”

His face went blank, the concern leaving his eyes as his lips thinned. I watched as it dawned on him what I was saying. “Who the fuck was it? I’ll kill the fucker.”

Holy crap, I so couldn’t tell him who’d knocked me up. I studied his angry face, his eyes flared with sparks, and his lips turned down in a snarl as his eyebrows furrowed. He stood, and I swore he grew in height, weight and muscle. His fists were clenched at his sides, and I couldn’t remember ever seeing him this angry, or just downright terrifying.

Not meeting his gaze, I looked down at my quilt, picking a nonexistent piece of lint off it. “It’s no one you have to worry about.” That was true. I knew that his dad, Adam, would take responsibility if he found out, but I wasn’t ready to tell him. I hadn’t heard from Adam, and I’d barely seen him since we spent the night together. He was gone when I awoke. Sure, I could have gone to Sunday family night dinner at Jamie’s great grandparents, but I was ashamed of what I’d done. I’d thrown myself at Adam. I’d told myself the next day it was the alcohol that made me brave enough to finally seduce him, but I really didn’t have that much, only a shot of tequila and a beer that I’d nursed when people first started arriving for the party.

“That’s not a fucking name, Hannah. Who did this?” He ran his hand over his shaved head. “I didn’t even know you were seeing anyone.”

“I’m not.” Crap, I should have just kept my mouth shut. At that information, he smashed his hands together and cracked his knuckles. Yuk, he knew I hated that sound.

Jamie paced back and forth in front of where I lay. I watched, and tried not to compare him to his father but I failed, they were so alike, yet so different. Adam was taller than his son at six and half feet, where Jamie was just six-two. Adam’s skin was very dark olive, true to his Tongan birth. He had the thick curly black hair, whereas Jamie’s hair was black, but not the jet black of his fathers', or curly when he didn’t shave it all off. Their eyes were different too, Jamie had light brown eyes, whereas Adam’s took my breath away. They were a rich, dark chocolate that deepened and lightened with his mood. Their lips were both plump and full, but their noses were different, Jamie’s was smaller, and not wide whereas Adam’s was bigger and fit with his big, island man look. Adam’s job kept him in shape too, Jamie was big from football, but Adam’s bulk was from manual labor. Adam owned his own gardening and landscaping company. Jamie was studying to be a nurse and playing football. Jamie was very attractive and women were always throwing themselves at him, but he had nothing on Adam. My girly sigh as his image floated in my head turned into a groan as my stomach rumbled.

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.

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