Page 5 of Knocked Up, by her Best Friend's Dad!

“Yes. Yes, you are.” The euphoria from my orgasm disappeared as what I’d just done and who was here with me hit me like a ton of bricks. How dare he just waltz in without talking or seeing me for two and half months? How dare he fuck me, and it was fucking, not making love, and then ask if I was okay. How dare he turn my world upside down again.

ADAM

I WATCHED HER SHUT DOWN. Her eyes went dead, no emotion showed in them. I’d seen that from her before, but it had always been for her parents, or anyone who hurt her. I remembered her coming home with Jamie from school after being bullied, with that exact same expression. Her lips were a straight line, and her whole body language screamed stay the fuck away. I should have backed away, gave her another day or so to cool down from the stupid thing I’d just done. But damn, I hadn’t intended to fuck her, I’d come into the house and called out for her and she hadn’t answered. When I found her in the shower I couldn’t resist, I'd been fantasizing about her for months now.

Running my fingers through my short curly hair, I sighed hating what we had to do. I’d much rather go another round with her, maybe on the bed. “We need to talk. We’re a couple of months overdue.”

Her nod was more of a jerk, her face still in the dead expression as she replied. “Yes. Out, so I can get dressed. I’ll meet you in the lounge room.”

I wasn’t going to argue. I gave her a chin lift in acknowledgment and picked up my clothes that were by the door. My imagination of what she was doing in the shower had me stripping and joining her. I left the room and groaned when she shut the door once I was in the hall. I hated that she didn’t slam it in anger, I wished she would show anger more than the stoic, almost zombie woman.

Leaning against the hallway wall, I hopped into my boxers and then shorts before standing and slipping my shirt over me. I walked down the hall to the lounge room and sat on the three-seater sofa. I closed my eyes, trying not to see the vision of Hannah in the shower, and focus on what needed to be discussed. I don’t know how long I rested with my eyes closed, but I knew it was a lot longer than Hannah needed to get dressed and get herself ready to come talk to me.

She made no noise when she came out. I only knew she was in the room because I heard the leather sofa crinkle when she sat. I opened my eyes and saw she was on the two seater across from me. “How are you?”

“That’s what you’re going to start with? God, do you know what I have on repeat in my head right now?” She raised her brow and I waited. “Pink’s Stupid Girl. Because, damn, I’m a stupid girl. I acted so out of character. Twice now. I told myself the first time was liquid courage, and I would finally get to know what it would be like to be with you.” She groaned and sagged back into the seat. Her stoic composure replaced with raw pain, her eyes were light green almost grey and her lips were down and her gaunt cheeks.

“Ha. I hadn’t had much to drink the first time, so that went out the window, and this time just stuffed up any other excuse I could come up with for that night.” She brought her top lip in and bit it. “You know how I feel about you. You have to, I haven’t made it a secret. Jamie thinks it’s just a crush, but our friends know the truth. They comment on how I look at you all time. They think you know and are just being nice to me, and not making a big deal of it, but I don’t want you to be nice anymore if that's what you were doing. Did you let me seduce you because you were drunk? What was that before then?” Hannah was ranting and barley taking a breath now. “If you wanted me to get over you, avoiding me for two months sure will do it.” She raised her chin. “I’m sorry I seduced you, but I’m not sorry it was you I lost my virginity to. You haven’t talked to me for months, maybe you're ashamed of what we did. But I don't care. I don’t regret it. I don’t regret this baby.” It was the first time she'd mentioned the pregnancy. “Before you think it, I’m not trying to trap you or anything. This is my baby and I can have it and bring it up all by myself.” She now glared at me, her eyes had turned to a dark green, sparking with fire as she set her lips in a determined line.

I resisted the urge to smile at her rant and quick changes in emotions. I butted in before she got her second wind. “I know I was a douche. I should have called you or come and talked to you sooner.” I eased forward on the sofa. “I needed to think. This was a big step. I've noticed you, but had no idea you had any feelings for me other than friendship, and maybe a fatherly figure.”

“Ew, I've never seen you as a father figure. Sure, you’re Jamie’s dad, but even then you’ve always been Jamie’s young, hot father, who’s been more like another one of the guys. There's only fifteen years difference between us. I’m older than Jamie too. Fifteen years is nothing really.” She shrugged.

“Yeah, well, us being together will affect people, so I needed to think about whether or not I could deal with the fall out.” I was worried the most about Jamie, but I knew my parents would be shocked, and I was concerned about what my own friends would think of me with someone so young.

“Oh, yeah, who?”

I debated for a moment if I should tell her who, but if I was going to go through with this relationship with her I needed her to know the truth. “Jamie, my family, and I don’t know how my own friends will react.”

“Why would Jamie care? He knows how I feel about you or at least thinks I have crush. I always thought your family liked me, I hope I’m not wrong, and as for your friends…” she crossed her arms over her chest pushing her breasts up and drawing my gaze to them. They were bigger. “I've had a lot of your ‘friends’ hit on me and two have even asked me out.”

“What. The. Fuck. Who the hell asked you out, I’ll kill ‘em.” A red haze came over my gaze and anger I hadn’t felt in a long time reared its head. How dare my friends ask out my Hannah, er my son’s nineteen-year-old friend I corrected myself, but I knew I meant my Hannah.

She waved her hand back and forth. “I’m not naming names for you to fight with. I’m telling you, so you know that I highly doubt they will have a problem with us being together. So tell me why you think your family and Jamie will?”

How did she not know how my son felt for her? Was she as blind to Jamie's attraction as I was to hers? Should I tell her? Only a few minutes earlier, I thought it was best she knew, but now I didn’t know. How would this affect her friendship with my son? Maybe we could ease my son into Hannah and me being together. The same with my family, they had always thought Hannah and Jamie would end up together. Running my fingers through my curls, I stared at the woman that had driven me nuts. “I want you. I want this between us. I knew if anything started between us it would be long term. Forever. Are you ready for that? As much as I want to dive into this, I think we need to take it slow. It’s not just the two us now, there is a third little being to consider.” I stood and moved to her side, wrapping my arms around her as I kissed her forehead. “You are not alone. You will not be a single parent. I am here. I will always be here no matter what happens between us.” I tilted her chin up and leaned down to brush my lips over hers. “A date. Tomorrow I’ll pick you up and we can have dinner?”

Her eyes had softened to a rainforest green. “What time?” she whispered.

Grinning, I snuggled her to me. She stayed stiff for only a moment before she moaned and sank against me settling into my embrace. I loved it. She felt good. She felt right. Perfect even. “How about seven?”

She shook her head. “Can we do lunch instead? From about five onwards I can’t eat anything. Trust me when I say it’s not pretty and it would be a waste of your money.” I stroked her back and she sighed, and I knew it was a good sigh as she wiggled closer to me.

“Lunch. Late lunch. Weekends are my busiest. Even though its Sunday tomorrow, and I usually have that off, I've been working lately as a guy quit on me, and another of my younger guys cut back his hours because he’s going to Uni this year. I can be here at one, I might be late, but it’ll be close to that, okay?”

“Yep, I’ll be ready.” She eased away and gazed up at me. “You going to tell me why Jamie and your family will have a problem with us?”

I had hoped she would have forgotten or thought I’d answered enough to let it go. “Let’s take this slow, and see how it goes. I could be wrong.”

She glared at me and I didn’t think she would cave, but she growled and plopped back against me. “Fine I’ll leave it be for the moment, but you’ll have to tell me eventually.”

We’d see. At the moment, I was just happy she seemed to have forgiven me for being an arsehole and not contacting her. I knew I really didn’t deserve the second chance she was giving me. I took her virginity. That was something that still blew my mind. It had also been something that had contributed to me figuring out my feelings for her. I knew without a doubt I wouldn’t like another man making love to her. I loved that I was the only man that had been between her legs and felt her tight pussy. I hated the idea of another man kissing her, even my own son. When I thought about that, I knew that I couldn’t stall any longer, that I needed to go and beg Hannah to forgive me and give me a chance. I hoped what we’d done wasn’t a one of and she felt something for me. Now, I knew she'd had feelings for me for years. I wished I'd came to her sooner and said to hell with all my other worries.

Squeezing her tighter against me, I pressed my lips to her head. “I really am sorry for leaving this for so long. I should have maned up and come to you two months, no, I should have stayed and not left early in the morning. I’m happy you’ve agreed to go out with me, but do you forgive me?”

She wiggled and snuggled until she fit more comfortably against me. Her finger came to my chest and she traced imaginary patterns. “You hurt me. I know I could have called or ended the avoidance sooner, but I felt with you sneaking out in the morning and leaving no note or message even later in the day, meant you were ashamed of what we’d done. I seduced you. Nothing else I’d done so far had worked, though. Having said that, I don’t have any experience.” She groaned. “Not even Jamie knows this, but the geeky guys he thought I dated, were just friends helping me out, so I returned the favor. Anders was tutoring me, and instead of paying him he said if I would go on a date and pretend to be his girlfriend he would tutor me for free. He wanted his dad off his back. He wasn’t a nice man. And Brent, well, everyone just assumed we were dating and I didn’t correct them, but no he was tutoring me too. So, I didn’t have much experience. Kate was the one who told me to wear your shirts, tie a knot to tighten them, and show my stomach with just my underwear, but that didn’t seem to work ei—”

“So, Kate’s the one I have to thank for those walking fantasies. My God, woman, you drove me wild walking around before bed and in the morning in one of my shirts—unwashed too, so covered in my scent—and colorful cotton panties.” I pulled her so she straddled me as my cock became rock hard at the image. She wiggled and grinned up at me. “You have no fucking idea how on the one hand, I was bloody thankful Jamie was moving out so I wouldn’t have to see you like that every weekend, and annoyed that he was moving out because I wouldn’t get to see that every weekend.” I ground her down on my now aching cock, thankful I wore lose shorts. Her cheeky smirk had me diving for her lips and melding our mouths in a kiss that showed her just what I wanted to do to her.

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