Daddy's Pregnant Darling(2)

By: Amber Adams

“A trip to the bathroom would help even more, right now.”

He led her through the sliding glass door and into a manly version of a living room: overstuffed recliner, heavy reading lamp, wide leather sofa, sturdy coffee table, and giant screen TV; there wasn’t a single knickknack, doily, Better Homes and Garden magazine, or painting anywhere in sight—just wood, leather, and electronics.

“Sure, it’s right down that hall and to the left.” He pointed to a doorway off to the side.


She quickly scurried to the bathroom and took care of some much-needed business. After she washed her hands, she wandered back into the living room.

“Sit and kick your shoes off.”

Jane sat on the couch while Craig busied himself in the kitchen. She kicked off her shoes and propped her feet up on the thick wooden coffee table, finally able to relax a bit.

He came back into the room carrying a couple of glasses of iced tea. While she’d been distracted, he’d put a t-shirt and shorts on, covering his gorgeous nakedness. What a pity.

He handed her one of the glasses and dropped down next to her.

“I love having you come up, but it seems like a pretty arduous trip for a pregnant woman.”

She took a sip of her tea, which only made her realize how thirsty she really was. She gulped down half the glass in three quick gulps. “Mmmm. That is good. I would’ve called, but I figured I should talk to you in person. I’m in a real bind.”

“You know I’ll help out as much as I can. What’s up?”

She took a slow, deep breath to calm her nerves. “I need a place to stay. Mom threw me out.”

His eyes grew huge. “You’re about to have her grandchild. What happened?”

“Since you guys got divorced, she tells her jackass boyfriends the most horrible lies about you and I just couldn’t take it anymore. I tore into her in front of her latest boy toy and she went nuclear. Told me I had an hour to pack or she’d call the cops.”

He shook his head and whistled soundlessly. “She never cared too much for the truth, especially when it differed from her worldview. I don’t care what she says about me. But I do care how she treats you.”

“You were the best thing that happened in my life as a teen. Maybe you don’t know that, but the three years you were in the house were the only time my life was stable. I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t have graduated high school without you being there. You deserved to have someone speak up for you, and I did.”

Craig reached over and patted her leg. “I appreciate it. Of course you can stay. However long you want.” He glanced down at her belly. “When is he due?”

“I still have almost a month to go. I can’t wait for him to be outside of my body. I ache all the time and, as you can see, my feet and ankles swell like there’s no tomorrow. You’d think I was a camel or something.”

“Yeah, I understand that happens. There’s a good hospital on the other side of the lake and one of my neighbors is an emergency room doctor, so you should be in good shape there.”

She let out her breath slowly, relieved that the immediate crisis was past. “Thank you so much. You’re a life saver.”

“It’ll be nice having someone around. I have a spare bedroom with a nice view of the lake. Why don’t I get your stuff and you can join me in the hot tub before dinner? That should help ease your sore muscles.”

“I’d love to, but I can’t. The water would be too hot for the baby. I even have to be careful how hot my showers are these days. But you can soak and I’ll dip my feet in the water. If you’re lucky I’ll even let you rub them, if you promise not to tickle me.”

“That sounds like a plan.”

* * * * *

She changed into stretchy shorts and a maternity tee shirt as soon as he brought her bags into her new room. He was right. The view of the lake was magnificent.

He had furnished the room much like the rest of the house—big, sturdy, and extra roomy. She had already decided where she would put the crib. She didn’t know how long these living arrangements would last, but it would be so much better than her mom’s house.