Knocked up, by her best friend's dad.(26)

“Yeah, Uncle Adam.” Bryce added.

Hannah backed up, but I held onto her tight. “Hannah and I are together. She's pregnant with my children. Yes, you heard right. We’re having triplets.”

Chaos ensued, as they all spoke at once. Hannah yanked her hand from mine and ran.

Not caring about my family, I followed Hannah to make sure she was safe. I caught her at our car. “Angel.” I wrapped my arms around her waist. “Slow down, beautiful, before you fall and hurt yourself.” I gathered her into my arms. She broke down into sobs.

“They all hate me now. I bet they think I’ve trapped you,” she moaned.

“Angel, they don’t hate you, and I know you didn’t trap me.” Her face is buried against my chest, but I ease back and tilt her chin up and lean down. “They’re just shocked, Hannah.” I stroked her cheek. “Once they know everything and see how much we love each other, everything will be good again. I promise.” She hiccupped but leaned into my caress. “Let’s go back in there. They've had some time to processes this, and I promise it will be all alright.”

The love and trust that shone from her eyes as she gazed up at me had me knowing I’d said and done the right thing. This time when we walked into the house, Hannah was snuggled into my side and my hand rested on her bulging stomach. There wasn’t any yelling and I knew that it would all work out oaky.





HANNAH


ADAM’S FAMILY CAME AROUND QUICKLY. That first night was awkward, and I almost ran out at least three more time that night, but the last three Sunday nights at his parents' had been great. They’d even started asking about the babies.

My school holidays had been amazing. When I hadn’t been at work, I’d been relaxing at home. Yes, home. Adam’s house was my home. It had always felt like it, but now that we were together, it felt even more like home.

Living with Adam was fantastic, but I now knew he wasn’t perfect. Like, using a new dish or cup for every time and not washing it and placing it in the dishwasher, or not putting his dirty clothes in washing basket, he’d dump it beside the basket or at the laundry door, and then there was the damn driving lessons, let’s just say that I’ll be paying for lesson’s from now on. The day after his family learning of us, he took me in my new car for my first lesson…



“Have you checked your review mirror and side ones?”

He’d asked me this twice now and I was starting to get annoyed. I answered with the same answer I gave him the first two time. “Yes, I’ve checked the mirrors and made sure the chair is enough forward to reach the peddles.”

“Now that you’re sure, I want you to practice turning the engine off and on and learning where the indicators, lights and windscreen whippers are.” He gazed at me and I resisted the urge to snarl at him. I knew where all these things where. I been in the car and watched him drive and this wasn’t my first driving lesson. I’d driven before. Not wanting to start an argument when we’d just started, I did as he asked. I refamiliarized myself with everything, and when I thought he would be satisfied. I turned the car on and didn’t turn it off.

“Can we start now?”

“Yes. I want you to slowly ease out of this park and we’re going to cruise along the street and go in a circle.”

I nodded. That sounded easy enough. “Okay.” I moved out of the park and onto the quiet street.

“Why didn’t you look to see if there was anyone?”

“I could see in my rearview and side mirror there wasn’t.”

“It doesn’t matter. You always turn to look as well, just in case. You never know when something can pop out.”

“But nothing was. We're on a street with no cars.”

“That’s not the point.”

“Okay. Okay. I’ll make sure I look no matter what from now on.”

“Good. Now at the end of this street turn left.” Again, I did as he tells me and when I turned, he blew up. “Why didn’t you stop and check both ways?”

My hands tightened on the steering wheel. There wasn’t a stop light and the streets we were on were pretty much empty. “I looked and saw no car, there was no reason for me to stop.”

“You’re only learning you should be more cautious.”

"What’s there to be cautious of on empty streets? I’ve driven before on busy roads. Why the quiet one?”

“You weren’t pregnant the other times.”

“Just because I’m pregnant doesn’t mean I forget what I’ve leant and can’t drive with traffic.”

“It’s been more than a couple of months since your last lesson, I want you to refresh before I we go out into busier roads. We can’t have you making a mistake.”

My tempter which was already on edge started to fall. I had been in a car and driven more than ten or even fifteen hours. “I’m not stupid and suddenly going to start forgetting what I’d been taught.” I kept driving and saw we were getting to traffic.

“Turn left again.”

“No. I don’t want to go back around to nothing. I want to show you what I can do.”

“No. I’m not having you showing me anything like that until I’m conformable you know the basics. I won’t risk you or the babies.”