Knocked up, by her best friend's dad.(10)

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…”

He shook his head. “I know you can get yourself around now, but with a child it will be a lot harder. Trust me when I say this, because I was too young at sixteen to have my P’s and only had my learners so I had to rely on public transport and my parents. I can tell you now that once I got my P’s and a car, it made a huge difference to even just simple things like getting milk. So please tell me how many hours you have left to do until you can go for your P’s?”

I hated when he was right and made some good points. “I have thirty-five hours. I was learning in auto too, not the manual like you taught Jamie.”