Knocked up, by her best friend's dad.(3)
HANNAH
GUILT ASSAULTED ME AS I hung my head over the toilet bowl and did my new nightly day’s purge, while Jamie rubbed my back and offered to take me to the doctors for the third night in a row. I wasn’t ready to have a doctor tell me what I didn’t want to admit to myself, and I definitely didn’t want Jamie to know. If he found out, then there would be questions, and I sucked at lying, especially to my best friend. I had a huge…no, massive secret already, and by some miracle I had been keeping it from Jamie for close to two and a half months. On top of that, I now had this new secret that also affected him.
God, my life sucked. Just when I thought I had everything going for me, my job that was paying for me to go to technical and further education, aka (TAFE) to study aged care, and my new house with Jamie away from my shitty parents, this happened.
Once I thought the content of my stomach was empty, I fell back into Jamie’s embrace and let him help me stand and get me to my bed. I collapsed onto my bed and curled into a ball. Jamie, careful not to jolt the bed, got on and stroked my back. Damn, he was going to make some lucky woman happy. Jamie and I had moved into a small two-bedroom cottage style house in between the university for Jamie and the TAFE for me, a little over three months ago. We’d had a house warming party two and half months ago, and that's how I ended up in the situation I was in; avoiding acknowledging the truth...I was pregnant. I shuddered as I finally thought of the word.
I had no idea what I was going to do.
I’d been in love with Jamie’s dad, Adam, for as long as I could remember. He'd been a bad boy as a teen, and gotten a girl two years older than himself pregnant. The girl didn’t want a baby, but even at sixteen, Adam stepped up and became an amazing father with the help of his family. Jamie’s grandparent’s and great grandparents were beyond awesome and I loved them, they had unofficially adopted me when I started hanging around Jamie in kindergarten. I'd never left his side, even when we hit the age that sleepovers in the same bed should have stopped for us. I never stopped sneaking into his house and staying over. In the end, Adam gave up and just let me stay. It probably didn’t help that when he tried to get in contact with my parents, they were never around.
Everyone always thought Jamie and I would end up together, but I just didn’t see him at all like that, he’d always been like the brother I never had. I cringed as I realized that with being pregnant with his little brother or sister, and being in love with his dad, I was more like a step-mother.
“That’s it. Your whole body is shaking. We’re going to the doctor’s now.” He eased off the bed, and I knew if I didn’t tell him he would take me even if he had to carry me—and he could because he took after his father’s Tongan side.
“No. Jamie, no. What I have, should go away in a couple of months, or so I’ve heard, although, this isn’t the morning.”
“What are you talking about, Hannah?” He knelt down on my side of the bed to look me in the eye.
Groaning, because I so didn’t want to say it out loud, I mumbled, “I’m late by almost two months.”
His face went blank, the concern leaving his eyes as his lips thinned. I watched as it dawned on him what I was saying. “Who the fuck was it? I’ll kill the fucker.”
Holy crap, I so couldn’t tell him who’d knocked me up. I studied his angry face, his eyes flared with sparks, and his lips turned down in a snarl as his eyebrows furrowed. He stood, and I swore he grew in height, weight and muscle. His fists were clenched at his sides, and I couldn’t remember ever seeing him this angry, or just downright terrifying.
Not meeting his gaze, I looked down at my quilt, picking a nonexistent piece of lint off it. “It’s no one you have to worry about.” That was true. I knew that his dad, Adam, would take responsibility if he found out, but I wasn’t ready to tell him. I hadn’t heard from Adam, and I’d barely seen him since we spent the night together. He was gone when I awoke. Sure, I could have gone to Sunday family night dinner at Jamie’s great grandparents, but I was ashamed of what I’d done. I’d thrown myself at Adam. I’d told myself the next day it was the alcohol that made me brave enough to finally seduce him, but I really didn’t have that much, only a shot of tequila and a beer that I’d nursed when people first started arriving for the party.
“That’s not a fucking name, Hannah. Who did this?” He ran his hand over his shaved head. “I didn’t even know you were seeing anyone.”
“I’m not.” Crap, I should have just kept my mouth shut. At that information, he smashed his hands together and cracked his knuckles. Yuk, he knew I hated that sound.
Jamie paced back and forth in front of where I lay. I watched, and tried not to compare him to his father but I failed, they were so alike, yet so different. Adam was taller than his son at six and half feet, where Jamie was just six-two. Adam’s skin was very dark olive, true to his Tongan birth. He had the thick curly black hair, whereas Jamie’s hair was black, but not the jet black of his fathers', or curly when he didn’t shave it all off. Their eyes were different too, Jamie had light brown eyes, whereas Adam’s took my breath away. They were a rich, dark chocolate that deepened and lightened with his mood. Their lips were both plump and full, but their noses were different, Jamie’s was smaller, and not wide whereas Adam’s was bigger and fit with his big, island man look. Adam’s job kept him in shape too, Jamie was big from football, but Adam’s bulk was from manual labor. Adam owned his own gardening and landscaping company. Jamie was studying to be a nurse and playing football. Jamie was very attractive and women were always throwing themselves at him, but he had nothing on Adam. My girly sigh as his image floated in my head turned into a groan as my stomach rumbled.