My best friend"s little sister wants a baby.
And she wants me to be the daddy.
Women always come on to me. It just comes with being rich.
But never like this.
It"s all so" wrong.
I watched Hanna grow up as the little girl next door.
Now I can"t keep my eyes off of her grown-up curves.
Her brother would kill me. And more.
I won"t agree to knocking her up.
But I"ll f*ck her anyway"
In my office. In my old room. In her room when her parents aren"t home.
But sh*t. Accidents happen.
And now, I"m a daddy to be"Books by Author:Tia Siren Books
I braced myself for a family onslaught before knocking on the door of my childhood home. Everything looked the same in the dim evening light typical of an overcast Seattle day, but somehow it felt different. Or maybe I felt different. My insides jittered when the door swung open.
"So, have you met any men yet"" My mother didn"t miss a beat. She was forever asking the same damn question. Part of me wanted to laugh because I could have been a random delivery guy standing at her door, but somehow she still recognized my knock although I"d been away at Stanford since last summer break.
"Geez, Mom. I haven"t even made it through the door yet."
"Oh, now, come on. You can tell me."
She beamed at me, and I tried to focus on her joy. Instead, the lines on her face, the pained limp as she stood back to welcome me in, and the brittle gray hair shrouding her expression kicked the middle of my chest. Something inside me grew dark at the sight. A familiar urgency nipped at the edges of my thoughts, making my heart race and my hands shake. Time was my enemy.
"There"s my girl." The deep, booming voice slashed at my growing anxiety, thankfully.
"Hi, Daddy." I smiled. My father wrapped me in his arms, standing between my mother and me. The understanding smile he gave me was his way of telling me not to listen to Mom.
"Top of your class. I"m so proud of you, honey," he murmured in my ear.
"You know, I had your brother a month before I turned twenty-one," my mother said.
"Sweetheart," my father warned.
"Well, she"s not getting any younger, honey."
Well, thanks, Mom. I wasn"t getting any peace, either, not since she felt free to feed the beastly fears already pushing me to desperate measures.
"She"s also one of the smartest girls in her class."
"The smartest." I wanted credit for all my hard work.
"Well, tell her to use those smarts to find herself someone to settle down with," my mother said.
"Mom, seriously. I can"t even drink yet."
"I just know how much you want to be a mother, Hanna." She sighed. "And I want that for you. I want you to fall in love and have a house full of children. I see all the books you try to hide from us. I know you aren"t reading those for school."
She was right. I wanted a child right now more than anything, but not for the reasons she thought. Yes, I wanted someone to dedicate themselves to me. I wanted the full Norman Rockwell, white-picket-fence lifestyle, a house with a yard and a strong, brassy man who would come inside, sweating and panting, for lemonade before I handed him a glass. But those desires didn"t mean anything. They were just fantasies I let myself indulge in while I read.
I didn"t have time to find and build the right relationship with someone, but that wasn"t going to keep me from starting a family. This was the part my parents wouldn"t understand, not even Mom.
"You know we love you, honey, and we are so proud of you," my father said.
"Thanks." I smiled, but it was more of a reflex. The number of times he"d spoken those words was staggering. Most people would kill to hear them from their parents, so it was tough to admit they often felt like a noose tightening around my throat.
My dad was wonderful, and he only wanted the best for me. Stanford was challenging. You really had to stand out if you didn"t already have connections. That was why he had pushed me so hard, always putting something extra in my schedule or making me take a harder class. In the end, it had paid off. Not only had I gotten into Stanford, but I"d developed a work ethic that had gotten me to the top of my class. Next year I"d be awarded my degree with Distinction, the highest honor Stanford bestowed.
Yeah, something to be proud of, but how would his feelings change by the end of my visit" Just wondering made my heart hurt, because I was bound to disappoint him. The whole family, too, because I was taking control of my life this summer, no matter the risk to my familial relationships.
"Honey! Wanna help me set the table""
I wasn"t sure if it was the West Coast culture or just the modern times, but a woman couldn"t pronounce motherhood as her primary goal in life without enormous backlash from all directions. My parents did great with my dad working one job and my mom being a stay-at-home mom, yet Dad rejected even the thought of me following that path. My brother, Marcus, would be even worse if I so much as hinted at it. It was a career or the psych ward in their book, because you had to be crazy to abandon a traditional career or to be a single parent with one.