Knocked up, by her best friend's dad.(19)

Hannah wasn’t coming back here. She was moving in with me. Jamie tried to apologize, but it was too little too late in my opinion. When Hannah left to pack her bags, I stared down at my son, and didn’t miss the shame and pain that covered his face. I could tell he regretted what he’d done, but he shouldn’t have done it in the first place.

“Dad, I…I thought I was in love, but I… you were… I’m not,” he mumbled.

I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t. without Hannah, here I was scared of what I’d say to him, and I knew what I did say I would regret. I knew what he was saying and I hated to admit to myself, but I did feel relieved that he figured it out and that he wasn’t in love with Hannah. I gave Jamie a chin lift in acknowledgment and left his room shutting his door and went straight to Hannah. When I saw her on her bed crying I wanted to go back to my son and beat the shit out of him. Instead, I eased onto the bed and brought her gently into my embrace and hugged her soothing her and making promises. I don’t know how long we sat cuddling and me soothing her, but the alarm on her phone went off and she slid off me.

“I need to shower, have some food, and then go to work.” She looked around her room and then paused on the bathroom door. “Can you stay? Please.”

I could see in her gaze that she was still scared, and I clenched and unclenched my hand. “I’m not going anywhere, angel. While you shower, I’ll start packing your clothes.”

She nodded. “Okay. Yeah good. I, um, still have the boxes, they're flat in my cupboard up at the very top. If you get tape you could do them up again.”

“I’ll sort that out. You get your shower.” She sent me a smile, but it was a weak one, that didn’t reach her eyes. I watched her go to the bathroom and didn’t leave to get the duck-tape until she shut the door.





HANNAH


I DIDN’T REALIZE WHEN ADAM said pack your bags, I was moving in with him, that he actually meant it. By the time Adam picked me up from work on Thursday—that he’d reluctantly taken me to, he thought after what happened I should call in sick—all of my stuff was at Adam’s. I didn’t have much, just my clothes, knick-knacks, and some of the furniture. The bed I bought stayed, but I didn’t care, Adam’s bed was a million times better than my own.

I came home to find all my clothes in Adam’s huge walk-in closest. I checked drawers and blushed to find my underwear in the two left drawers, along with a note to wear the blue lacy matching set. My queasiness after work hadn’t been as bad and I wouldn’t admit it to him, but I’d enjoyed being dropped off and picked up from work by Adam.

Yesterday had been my last full day of TAFE, and it was now school holidays. I had three weeks free to relax and only go to work. Today, I was going out shopping with Kate and some of our girlfriends, and this afternoon Adam was taking me to the movies.

I had a lot of catching up to do with my girlfriends and I wasn’t looking forward to Kat’s gloating about being right over my panties and tied t-shirt. They’d want all the new details. Kate had already squealed so loud I think she broke my eye drum when she learned I was now living with Adam. I would tell them everything and only skim over what happened with Jamie or at least play it down. If I told it like it really happened, Kate and some of my other friends would go postal on Jamie. I’d never hear the end from Kate, she’d advised me not to move in with Jamie, saying it was moving backwards as the father was who I wanted, not the son.

I glanced at the bedside clock, and groaned at the time. I had half an hour before Kate was picking me up. Adam had left hours ago at some ungodly hour. “Have fun with your friends. See you this afternoon, angel," he'd whispered before kissing me on the cheek.

I grumbled something back, but couldn’t remember what, and snuggled over onto to his side of the bed hugging his pillow. My alarm had gone off twenty minutes ago, but I didn’t want to move from my soft cocoon.

My phone rang on my side of the bed on the bedside drawers. I ignored it and then it rang again. Groaning I rolled over and answered it.

“This is your wakeup call. Get out of bed, you lazy bitch, I will be there in less than half an hour and if you’re not ready, I will huff and puff and let myself in to explore and mess with shit.” Kate’s voice was loud and bright like she’d been awake for at least a couple of hours or so.

“I’m hanging up on you now, you evil witch. You do remember I’m pregnant and I need extra sleep.”

“Oh, please, before hot baby daddy knocked your fat arse up, you never got up willingly before nine, so don’t say the babies have made a difference.” I could almost hear her eyes rolling with that reply.

She was right, but I wasn’t going to answer her. Instead I hung up, and got my arse out of bed, because she would do what she said and I really didn’t want her snooping.

Kate arrived early. I knew she would, and was ready in black yoga pants and a pink baby doll style top. My wedges were black with pink butterflies on them. I didn’t wear a lot of make-up, but highlighted my eyes and lips.

As soon as I got in Kate’s car, she grinned over at me. “You look hot. You’d never know you’re knocked up with triplets.” She wiggled her eyebrows up and down. “Do you think Jamie has the same potent sperm as his daddy?” Kate had always had a thing for Jamie, but he thought she was too loud and out there. She wasn’t shy that was for sure, but Kate was a great friend and very loyal. If I wasn’t with Jamie, I was with Kate. Her parents loved me and thought I was a positive influence on their daughter which was funny considering my parents were druggies. Kate was a wild child, but I always calmed her. I’d seen the worst in people and knew what to stay away from.