Knocked up, by her best friend's dad.(13)

My heart swelled in my chest as I thought about going through it all again, but it calmed when I gazed into big, bright green eyes filled with hope, because I wasn’t going to be it on my own. This time I would have a partner. I would have a woman who wanted my child, and I knew Hannah would be an amazing mother. “I’m not going to lie, but I think one of the reasons I stayed away so long after we were together, was because I knew being with you would mean at some stage I would have to think of more children. You are a woman who should be a mother. You have so much love to give. I'm happy about this baby, not just because it’s new life, but because I with get to do this with you. I will have a child with a woman I know that will love and take care of her child and be a partner with me in bringing him, or her up.”

“Oh, my God. Could you get any more perfect right now?” She hiccupped and a tear slid down her cheek. I reached over and brushed it away. “There is no reason for anyone to wonder why I’ve wanted you so much, when you say stuff like that.”

For a fleeting moment, I wondered if she did this on purpose. As I looked at her, I saw the worry, and not the scared she’d done this on purpose and he was going to find out kind, but the holy crap, I hope I haven’t ruined his life kind. Hannah’s eyes had always been so expressive. Now that I thought on it, I wondered why I didn’t catch how she felt for me in them. I thought back to the first time I really noticed her as a woman and not as a little friend of my son's.



I wondered down the stairs still half asleep and made my way to the kitchen only to stop at the entrance at the sight that greeted me, a perfect, big, round pink cotton covered arse stuck out of the fridge. My morning wood that had only just deflated coming down the stairs, rose again. I blinked and stifled a groan as the perfect globes wiggled and a loud sigh came from in the fridge.

Damn, my son had good taste in women, if he came home with this fine arse last night. I had better make sure I restock his bathroom with condoms.

A head rises, and I see long, silky brown waves. So far, this woman was a solid ten. Entering the kitchen, I waited patiently to get a closer look. I probably shouldn’t be looking at someone my son's age, but I inwardly shrugged. I don’t know the girl, and my son is too young to settle down, so I didn’t think she’d be sticking around. So, what could looking hurt?

I kept my thoughts along that line until she rose and turned. I froze in horror as the girl shut the fridge and I made my way up her shapely body with light olive skin, legs that go on forever and a rack on her that had even me drooling, I stopped as I reached her stunning face. When I put the whole image together, she’s Hannah, my son’s best friend. The girl I’ve known since she was six. The girl who’d just celebrated her seventeenth birthday with us a couple days ago.

She beamed at me when her gaze caught mine, and I quickly nodded an acknowledgement and turned, before she saw my boner and thought I was a dirty old man.

Holy crap! Hannah Wright was all grown up. How the hell had I missed that? I closed my eyes and tried to think of anything but the woman, er, girl behind me. Damn, when did she get an arse, or wow, even boobs like she did? And what the hell was she wearing? I opened my eyes and quickly glanced over my shoulder and frowned. That shirt looked familiar. Come to think of it, I was sure I wore that yesterday. It was my shirt she had on, but she'd tied a tight knot in the waist.

What the hell was going on? Why was she wearing my shirt and why was she walking around the house in just it and pink underwear? The image I came in on with her arse sticking out of the fridge flashed before me and I groaned.

I turned and studied Hannah to see if she had any idea of what she was doing to me, but she was standing in front of the stove singing. It was like she didn’t even realize I was in the room. Fuck, she had no idea. I watched as she made me, Jamie and herself bacon, eggs and hash browns for breakfast. She didn’t change her outfit for Jamie, and didn’t seem to act any different than she did any other time she was over.

I excused myself as soon as I could, but I knew today had changed how I viewed Hannah. I just knew things would be different and not in a good way for me.



I blinked as I came out of my memory, and Hannah squeezed my arm. “You okay? They just called my name, but you seemed off in space.”

I nodded and she stood and offered her hand to me. “I’m good. Sorry I was just woolgathering.”

She studied me for a moment and must have been good with what she saw because she gave a tilt of her head and turned around and walked towards a woman in a nurse's uniform. I stood for a moment and just watched her arse, in the tight black yoga pants and purple fitted tank top, she’d changed into before leaving work. Hannah had a great arse, and in the tight fabric it showed the globes perfectly and drew my gaze. When she paused to see if I followed, I smirked and got up. I chuckled at her eyeroll and shake of her head when she realized what I was doing.

They placed us in a room, and the nurse asked some basic questions, to fact check the information Hannah had given them. The nurse then asked when Hannah’s last period was and told her going by that date, she was almost three months along. I was surprised when she said that they could do an ultrasound. I jumped at the chance, and Hannah agreed even after she found out she had to have a prop inserted so they could get a good look. The nurse left and told us the doctor would be in soon.

Sitting quietly, while Hannah laid on the bed, I thought over what the nurse had told us. If she was almost three months along, that really only gave us six months to prepare. That wasn’t long, but I started to get excited because I knew this time, I wasn’t in the dark, I wasn’t broke like I had been at sixteen either. I was ready, or would be.