Knocked up, by her best friend's dad.(21)

“Jamie, I was going to—” Hannah tried to answer, but Jamie didn’t let her.

“Hannah don’t. I want to hear it from him.” Jamie pointed his finger at me. “I told you. I told you how I thought I felt, and you said nothing.” My son stared at me and his voice was guttural when he muttered, “How could you?”

I hated what I had to do especially in front of Hannah, but I needed it all to be said. “Jamie, I agree with you I should have said something to you, but just wait a minute and answer this. How do you feel about Hannah now that you’ve kissed her?”

Glancing down at Hannah, I noticed she still hadn’t turned to look at Jamie. It was then I felt it, her whole body shook. She was scared. Fuck, she was scared of my son. I wrapped my arms around her and squeezed gently. I leaned down and whispered, “I promise you’re safe. I would never let anything happen to you.”

“Fuck!” Jamie’s yell had her jumping and a squeak left her lips. “I’m so sorry, Hannah. Don’t be scared of me. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Jamie cried.

I didn’t want to do it, Jamie was my son, but what he’d done to Hannah was not okay and I needed to make sure the woman I loved, the woman who carried my babies and my son's siblings, came first. “Jamie, you need to leave.”

“I don’t, Dad. I thought I was in love, but I’m not in love. I just love her, like a sister, um…” He looked at the two of us and shook his head. “Er, friend. A best friend. Hannah, I can’t say I’m sorry enough. I felt nothing when I kissed you. Please forgive me. I was drunk and confused. I know that’s no excuse, but please, Hannah. I would never hurt you, I will never hurt you again.”

It must have been the utter pitiful sound of Jamie’s voice that had Hannah turning in my embrace. She gripped my hands that rested over the swell of her stomach where our children rested. I could feel her trembling, but I knew she needed to do what she needed to. “I forgive you, but I’m not living with you.” Jamie nodded and she continued. “I forgive you, but Jamie you lost my trust, and I don’t know if you’ll ever get it back, at least not fully.” She took a deep breath in and slowly let it out. She squeezed my arm and rested her head back against me. “I should have told you about your father and me. For that, I’m sorry.” She straightened and wiggled out of my embrace, taking a step towards Jamie. “I don’t want what happened, and me and your father being together, ruining the fragile relationship we still have.” Hannah reached out her hand and threaded her fingers through mine and I couldn’t help the smile that spread over my face. “You’re going to my babies’ big brother.”

“Babies?” Jamie stumbled back.

I took over for Hannah. “Yes. We’re pregnant with triplets.” I brought Hannah’s hand up and kissed her knuckles. “I know you probably don’t want to hear this, but I’m going to tell you so we’re straight. I love Hannah. I’m in love with Hannah. I have been for long time. I’ve battled with worried over how you felt, and how the family would take this. I spent months after the party nit-picking all reasons why I shouldn’t be in love with her, but Jamie, you know Hannah, she’s so easy to love. I can talk to her for hours, and most of the time it’s just about silly stuff like, movies, food, cars and clothes. Do you know that until I didn’t have you living with me, I didn’t realize how much time I spent with Hannah just the two us? Did you know she talked to me about work or asked me about it every day she stayed over? She watched Stargate, Doctor Who and Star Trek, all the geeky shows you didn’t watch with me. She played with my hair as we watched and muscled my shoulders when I was sore. She may not be a morning person, but did you see she made my lunch for work anytime she was around? That’s just things I can think of now—”

“You made my dad lunch? You massaged him?” Jamie asked like I was bullshitting.

Hannah shrugged. “Who do you think made the lasagna, spaghetti, and roast? Your grandma and great Grammy taught me how. And as for massaging your dad, Adam, I took any chance I could get to put my hands on him.”

I gathered her to me and leaned down and whispered in her ear. “Minx.” She shivered and I knew this was a good one as she leaned back against me and turned her face up to me with a cheeky grin.

“Argh, yeah. I’m going now. I’m okay with you two being together, but it’s gunna take me a while to get used to it. I don’t think I’ll ever get use to that look you both have now.”

Neither of us answered my son. I just picked my woman up, she wrapped her legs and arms around me as I carried her down to our room. “I need you. Let me show you how much I love you and then I promise to take you out to dinner. I’ve booked your favorite too, Mexican. What do you think?”

Her lips smashed against mine and she ground herself against me. I knew she’d given me my answer.





HANNAH


WE DIDN’T MAKE IT TO the Mexican restaurant, but the good thing was, I didn’t get sick last night. I wasn’t sick right now either, but was ready to fake it. Adam had tricked me by saying he was taking me to the Sunday markets, but we were now parked in the quiet, industrial streets. Adam stopped the car and said he was going to give me a driving lesson. I wasn't not happy because we’re in his manual truck.