Knocked up, by her best friend's dad.(6)
“Thanks, Dad.”
HANNAH
I LOVED WEEKENDS. SLEEPING IN was the best. If it wasn’t for having to pee all the time, I would stay in bed all day. Jamie had been amazing and brought me breakfast in bed before he left for practice. My kindle was charged and I intended to enjoy my last weekend before I officially confirmed my pregnancy by going to the doctor. I’d called and made an appointment on Monday with my local doctor, who’d I’d been seeing since I was a little girl. Once I had solid evidence with a blood test, I would go and see Adam. As much as I was scared to tell him, I knew he had to be told. Even though I seduced him, and gotten him into this mess, it was still his baby too. I hoped he would forgive me for my actions. I prayed he didn’t think the worst of me, like I was trying to trap him or I had done this on purpose.
Grr, I didn’t want to think about that now. The man I loved hadn’t spoken or seen me in over two months. I wasn’t stupid. I knew what that meant. He regretted what we did and was upset I took advantage of him in his drunken state. Since knowing Jamie and Adam, I hadn’t gone this long without seeing him. At first, I thought my sickness was because of my broken heart, but I now know better. At least having time away from Adam, allowing my heart to break into a thousand pieces, when he started avoiding me and snuck out the morning after, had given me time to harden myself against him and prepare for the worst. Maybe I should have called or gone and seen him sooner to talk, but I felt him sneaking out without a word or note, and didn’t call for a week, was his way of telling me to stay away.
Groaning at my miserable thoughts, I decided maybe I needed to get up. Just as I was about to roll out of bed, my mobile on the bedside dresser rang. I picked it up without checking who it was. “Hello?”
“Hello. Is this Hannah Wright?”
“Yes, this is she. May I ask who this is?”
“Miss Wright, this is Lisa from Dr. Grant’s office. He wants you to come in today if you can. Sometime before lunch, as he finishes at one, to have a quick blood test.”
“Sure. Is there a reason he’s changing from my Monday appointment?” I asked, curious.
“Yes. Dr. Grant is waiting for me to connect you, are you happy for me to transfer you?”
“Yes. Sure.” Dr. Grant had known me since I was little, and I trusted him. He was a fantastic family doctor. He’d spoken to me on the phone many times before saving me a trip to the office to receive results.
“Hi, Hannah, Dr. Grant.”
“Hello, Dr. Grant. How are you?”
“Good. Good.” I could almost see him nodding his head. “I’ve spoken with a colleague and before I go on, it can be canceled if the results come back negative—but I know you, and I don’t think you would have booked an appointment with me unless you were sure—Dr. Leanna Michael has an appointment for you on Monday afternoon at four-thirty. She is a great OBGYN. She's only two shops down in the complex. So she’s close and easy to find.”
“That sounds great. Thank you so much, Dr. Grant. I’ll see you at noon. Is that okay?”
“Perfect. See you at noon, Hannah.”
Ending the call, I had a little bounce in my step as I made my way to the bathroom. I stripped by the door throwing my clothes on the floor, grabbed my iPod from the chest of draws, plugged it into to my waterproof speakers, and turned on my shower songs. Going to the bathroom, I fiddled with the taps getting the temperature just right before I got in.
Standing under the spray, I washed my hair first before getting my sponge and lathering it with lime-scented washing lotion. Closing my eyes, I sang along to Elle King’s Ex’s and O’s.
When hands that I had dreamed about for the last couple of months, ran over my breasts, I snapped my eyes open on a gasp and gazed at a bare, muscled chest. I looked up and caught molten hot, dark chocolate eyes staring down at me.
“You’re stunning. So beautiful.” He leaned down. “I did call out. Then, I came looking for you and heard the music. I saw you in here and I couldn’t resist joining you.” He trailed his fingers down from my breasts to settle between my legs.
I was speechless. I had so many things I wanted to say, especially to this man, but right then I couldn’t move, let alone speak. Adam leaned down further until his lips were inches from mine, and his clean, fresh outdoorsy, earthly smell invaded my senses. I soaked it up as I pushed up on my tip-toes and brushed my mouth over his. I really should have been giving him a quick kick and pushing him away, but I was weak, especially against the hard-muscled body before me.
His groan gave me courage, and I moved closer as his mouth took mine with deep possession. He backed me up against the bathroom wall, and I shivered in anticipation. His lips left mine, and he caressed my cheek. “I’m sorry.” I waited for more but he didn’t say a thing. His muscles strained as he lifted me up and balanced me. He grunted. “Hold onto me.”
I did as I was told, surprised when I felt the head of his cock at my entrance. His lips took my own again as he thrust and it was so powerful, it pushed my back hard against the tiles. I gripped him tighter and tried to hold some of my own weight, but that become hard when Adam became like an animal, and his primal expression penetrated right to my core. My need for him skyrocketed. His thick, muscular arms strained to hold my weight, and I could see the pain was helping with his pleasure.