Page 7 of Knocked Up, by her Best Friend's Dad!

HANNAH

I WAS SURPRISED TO FIND I didn't have any sickness, that night while spending time with Adam. I wondered if it had something to do with the sexy man I was currently snuggled against, rubbing soothing circles up and down my arm. We sat binge watching Marvel shows on Netflix. I liked that I could sit and relax with Adam, that we didn’t have to be talking or going out to dinner. I loved that we could just be.

“You’re not sick tonight?” His quiet voice near my ear sent a shiver down my spine. His voice was so deep and masculine.

Tilting my head, I met his curious gaze. “No. It’s a nice change to the last couple of weeks.” I laid my head back against his chest, and sighed in contentment.

His hand moved to my back and I moaned as his soft touch had my body easing any lingering feeling of morning, er night time sickness. My eyes drifted shut, not only enjoying just being in his embrace, but feeling better.

“You falling asleep on me?” A soft kiss was placed on my neck and then another.

“Mmm, yes. Talk to me and I will. I love listening to you.”

I squeaked when arms slipped down and hooked under my legs and he brought me to him in a cradle hold before moving to the edge of the sofa and easing off still holding me safely in his embrace. “Let’s get you to bed.”

I didn’t bother arguing, I was already in my pajamas, which was one of his old shirts and boxer shorts. He took me to my room and gently laid me on the bed. I wasn’t ready for him leave yet, so I grabbed him and yanked him to me before he even had a chance to get away. “Stay.” I knew he couldn’t stay the night, not with Jamie still not knowing, but I wanted him to stay at least until I fell asleep. I wanted to breathe in his outdoorsy scent; knowing he was with me and it wasn’t a dream.

“I really should go.” He darted a look at my bedroom door and back at me a couple of times, his lips set in a firm line. I could tell he didn’t want to go, but at the same time didn’t want to stay. He had a little under two hours or so before Jamie came home, and I wondered if he was indecisive because of that. Did he not want Jamie to see us together yet? Maybe I was overthinking it, and he wanted to just get home so he could get a good night’s sleep, and be up early for work. Telling Jamie was something I would ask him about tomorrow.

I stared up at him and pouted my lips and put what I hoped looked like a pleading look in my gaze. I try begging first before I let him go. “Please. Just for an hour or so. Please.”

The softening of his face, the crinkles at the corners of his eyes and the smirk he sent me, let me know I’d won. “Okay. What do you want to do, snuggle? Or do you want me to read to you?”

Wiggling with excitement I beamed up at him. “Do you even need to ask? My book is in the top draw of my bedside." His deep, raspy chuckle settled over me and right then as I watched him get my book, reposition himself so I laid against him snuggling under the covers while he laid on the top, I knew that I’d found my home. When he started reading to me I remembered one of the reasons I fell for him. I loved his voice. It was amazing, deep and masculine and I could listen to him for hours. I drifted off to his soothing tones and knew it didn’t get any better than this.

I SHOULD HAVE MADE ADAM sweat more yesterday. I gave in to him way too easily. He should have groveled a little. I blamed it on the sex, and my worry that he would be angry with me for being pregnant. His reading to me until I fell asleep was a huge get out of anything card. I loved his voice. I still worried, though, that he wasn’t happy. I didn't want him to think I'd trapped him, just when he was getting his freedom back. He’d missed out on being a teenager because he became a parent. He was now starting over, but this time, when most men were winding down in life. He didn’t look like he was thirty-four, he looked much younger. His outdoor work, and the way he looked after himself added to his appeal. His sculpted body brought me to my knees, and it was what I blamed him getting away with me forgetting my anger at him, and fucking him in the shower. Well mostly, but really, I knew I just had no self-control around him. I always caved with Adam to even the tiniest things, like food, movies, who paid for things, coming to family nights and events like Christmas, New Year's Eve, and birthdays. The one and only thing he didn’t win on was teaching me how to drive. I had put my foot down on that. It was probably why I was still on my L (learners) because I didn’t have the money to pay for the sixty plus hours needed to pass my learners and go on to my P plates.

I knew at some stage in the distant future, Adam would want to talk about driving lessons and a car. I hoped I'd be able to stand my ground with him on that like I'd previously done. Another thing I knew we would need to discuss, but I would be happy if we put it off for awhile, was living arrangements. Adam would be okay with me living in the cottage with Jamie for the time being I was sure, but I had a feeling when my belly grew, and he realized that a baby would be added to the small two-bedroom cottage, he’d want me to come and live with him. There were a lot of things we needed to discuss, but I hoped we could hold back on some until we were more settled in our relationship.

Jamie had come home last night a wreck. Going pro, the training was a lot more brutal, the demand on the body sometimes a bit extreme. Luckily, I’d been feeling good and didn’t have my nightly sickness, so I massaged his body. I’d lost count of the amount of times Jamie told me he loved me and wanted to marry me while treating him to a massage. At one stage in my life, I had thought I wanted to be a massage therapist, but when I got a job at a nursing home, I fell in love with helping the elderly. I loved their wisdom and all their stories. I cherished the love they gave to me. I even got to apply some of the massage therapy I’d learned to a few of the residents.

Staring at myself in the mirror, I checked that I looked okay. The last couple of days, I was sure I could see a little belly. I was looking forward to my appointment the following day. My doctor had gotten my blood tests back that morning and even though it was his day off, he had his secretary to call to confirm the pregnancy with me. Dr. Grant had been my doctor since I was a baby. He was one of the only good things my parents did. They’d joined a program where the bulk of a physician's bill was charged to Medicare if you were on benefits.

“Angel, you ready?” A voice yelled from somewhere in the house. Adam had obviously let himself in since Jamie was at work.

Smoothing my shirt down one last time, I nodded to my reflection and left my bedroom. I found Adam at the back door, making sure it was locked. He was dressed in a blue button collared shirt and black trousers. He looked scrumptious. The black pants suited his dark skin, and the blue, short-sleeve shirt showed his bulging arm muscles. For a moment, I just drank him in, his big lips, dark chocolate eyes, tall frame, muscled body and dark olive skin.

“You look beautiful, Hannah.” He broke the spell I was under and came and gathered me into his embrace. I hugged him, breathing in his earthly scent.

I didn’t look anything close to pretty next to him. I was wearing dark blue skinny jeans, with plain black books, and a black sequin baby doll style top. “I think I need to change. You look…mmm.”

He chuckled, tilted my head up, leaned down and kissed me. I forgot everything for a moment as his lips tasted mine, and then his tongue dived in to dance, tangle and mate with my own. By the time he pulled away, I was panting for breath and wondering if I could just miss lunch and go straight to desert.

He chuckled again, and I loved the deep rich sound. “I can see what you’re thinking and no, we’re going out for lunch, not staying here and feasting on each other.” I groaned in frustration as he stepped away and went down the hall. “You got everything you need?”

“My handbag is by the door on the table.”

He nodded. “Let’s get going then.”

I followed him out the front door, grabbing my handbag on the way. He had the SUV today and not his work truck. I liked the SUV better than the truck, it was not even two years old. It had all the bells and whistles, and was the nicest car I’d ever been in.

“What time is your OBGYN appointment tomorrow?” He startled me. I’d been too busy enjoying fiddling with all the buttons on the car to realize not only had he started the car and we were on our way, but that he’d been talking. “I’m going with you.”

“Where? I’m sorry what was that?”

“I asked what time your OBGYN appointment is tomorrow. I’m going to go with you. Do you need me to pick you up?” He frowned, and I didn’t like the look that came into his eyes. “You’re going to need a car for when the baby is born. How many hours do you have on your learners so far?”

I really didn’t want to talk about it. I'd had a feeling it was going to be brought up, but I was hoping it wouldn't be until I was further along and needed to get to the doctor’s appointments every two weeks and so on. I didn’t have as many hours as I should for having my L’s for two and half years. I wondered for a moment if I just answered him about the appointment if he’d drop the car and driving lesson stuff. I sank into the seat, because I already knew Adam well enough to know he wouldn’t drop the discussion now it was on his mind. “My appointment is at four-thirty. I can get myself there. I catch the bus all the time, or there is this thing called Uber…”

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