Knocked up, by her best friend's dad.(24)

I didn’t know this woman well, but it was obvious when it came to her friends, she would do anything to keep them happy. I knew Hannah was one of her best friends.

An hour later, I sat at a table in a high-end jeweler and designed exactly what I wanted for Hannah.

“Now that is Hannah.” Kate comment as she looked at the design. “She’s going to love this and with this one there is no way she’ll say no.”

I was so happy with the engagement ring that I ordered matching necklace and earrings. I was surprised when they said it would be ready in two weeks. I’d thought going custom would have taken longer. When I walked out of the store with Kate, I turned to her and manned up. “You were right. The ring I designed is so perfect for Hannah. Thank you for coming with me and helping me. I’m glad Hannah has such a great friend to look out for her like you did.”

I watched as a light pink reached her cheeks, and I had a feeling Kate didn’t blush very often. “No need to thank me. As long as I’m there to see Hannah’s face when you do this, that will be thanks enough. You make my girl happy and for that I would help you with anything.”

I nod. “I have your number. I’ll call you when I’m going to do it. I want to do it at family dinner on a Sunday.”

“Oh, that’s a great idea. Hannah loves those, she’s been so bummed she missed them when you were being an arsehole.”

I rolled my eyes at the easy way Kate called me an arsehole over my freak out; for not talking or seeing Hannah for months after I’d first slept with her. I regretted taking so long and my behavior towards Hannah, and I understood Hannah calling me an arse, but I wasn’t keen on her friends calling me it too. “She could have still come. I told Hannah this.”

Kate waved her hand. “Blah, you know how sweet Hannah is, she didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” She smirked over at me as we headed for our cars. “Do you know how long it took me to convince her to wear just your shirt to bed, and when she got up to tie it at her waist?”

I knew it hadn’t been Hannah’s idea to dress like that, and it had driven me crazy. I’d had wet dreams like a teenage boy because of the image of her as she walked around my house in that outfit. She’d started the sexy outfit when she almost eighteen, I remember feeling even guiltier about my fantasy’s because she was only seventeen. “I don’t know if I really want to know.”

Kate wiggled her eyebrows. “Just after she turned sixteen.”

I shook my head to shake any thought entering. “No. say no more. She was already too young when she started just shy of eighteen. That was evil, Kate.”

Her laugh was that of a villain. “If she’d listened to me in the first place, you’d probably have been together as soon as she turned eighteen.”

“No. I love Hannah, but I already struggle with the age gap. I repeat over and over she’s at least a year older than my son at nineteen.”

“Mr. Tupou, um, Adam. You forget you’re not that old. Most people are only just starting families at your age.” She flipped her hair. “I don’t plan to have kids for like, at least ten years. Thanks to you and Hannah, I’ll be able to get my fix and go.”

I chuckled at her thanking of being able to get a kid fix, but groaned because again she was right. This girl was a wise one. I stopped at my truck and smiled at her as she stopped. “Thanks again for coming and helping me.”

“No problem. I’ll see you later in the week. I’m picking Hannah up for a girl’s night Friday.”

I nodded and got in my car, watching in my mirror as Kate got into her little car and zipped away.





I STARED AT THE DOOR of my son’s house, for the first time conflicted over what I had to do. My focus lately had been so much on Hannah and the babies. I was grateful, because I knew if I really stopped and thought about Jamie and me, I would stress and make myself sick with worry over how everything’s played out. It didn’t help that I felt stupid. I was the father. I should have seen this coming, or something along the lines, but I guess it had been denial on my part too. Denial that I could betray my son the way I did. Denial at my feelings for Hannah and how it would affect the relationship we already had between the three of us.

The door opened taking my choice away. “How much longer you gunna stand there for?” Jamie crossed his arms over his chest and puffed out his body. If I wasn’t feeling terrible already, his defensive body language made me feel like utter shit. I was his father. He shouldn’t feel the need to make himself bigger than me in order to fight. Running my hand over my head, I realized just how much I’d royally screwed this all up.

“I’m sorry.” I let my hand fall and stared into a face so like my own. “You shouldn’t have had to have found out like you did. Damn, you shouldn’t have had to worry about this even happening."

We stood in there for a while, Jamie not saying a word. I opened my mouth to say more. I needed to say more, but I wanted inside first. I didn’t want to say all I had come to say on the bottom step of my son’s house entrance.

“No. I shouldn’t have, but what I did was worse.” He stepped back and turned leaving the door open. I knew this was my cue, that it was not only okay to follow him, but he was ready to talk.

Jamie went to the kitchen and I watched as he got out two beers, passing me one before he went over to the lounge room and sat on the sofa. I followed suit, sitting on the sofa opposite him.