Christmas Daddy Next Door: A Single Dad and Baby Romance

by Tia Siren

  “Kason?”

  Dear Jesus, she’d grown up well. I had seen her off the day she’d left for college, but she’d already changed so much. Her long, curly blond hair fell past her shoulders, and her dark green eyes held a wild storm that my dick was ready for her to unleash. Her tits spilled over the edge of the tight shirt she wore, her puckered nipples visible through the fabric. I had to stifle a groan when I saw the thickness of her thighs just below her rounded hips.

  Come on, get it together. This was Marcus’s fucking sister. It was little Hanna, who once had braces and acne and was always shy and had her nose in a book, the girl I’d saved from bullies and the girl who’d never dated at all during high school. Jesus Christ, I couldn’t just eyeball her like a piece of meat! She was off-limits in so many ways. I couldn’t stick my dick in her even in my dreams.

  But fuck, my cock came alive at the sight of her.

  Before I knew it, she had her arms around my neck, and I prayed she didn’t feel the bulge in my pants. I held her close and inhaled the cinnamon scent of her hair. For a moment, I thought the hug might never end. We held on to each other for slightly longer than necessary. Finally, we pulled apart, and I looked at her with a smile.

  “Ya look good, Hanna,” I murmured.

  “You’re not so bad yourself.” Oh, God. Her voice was smoky with sleep, and all I could imagine was tasting her pussy, cured to perfection, with that voice crying my name.

  Damn it, Kason! Shut up! My thoughts were spiraling out of control.

  “Marcus around?” I asked.

  “Still sleeping I think. He got in late last night, so I haven’t even seen him yet. Wanna come in?”

  She moved to the side, and I stepped over the threshold. I scanned the room, and it was exactly as I remembered it. The wooden staircase that led up to Marcus’s room didn’t look like it had been polished or redone in years. I filed that away in the back of my mind for a Christmas present idea for Marcus’s parents.

  “Kason? Is that you?”

  “Lisa!” I strode down the hallway and took Hanna’s mom in my arms. When I lifted her off her feet, Roger came around the corner.

  “Kas.” He smiled.

  “Hey, Rog.” I slapped his back before he shook my hand. Just then, I heard tumbling down the stairs.

  “And that must be Marcus!” I called out.

  “Fucking stairs,” he murmured.

  “Language,” Lisa warned.

  “Hey there.” I hugged Marcus close and slapped his back, but I could definitely tell he was exhausted.

  “You okay, dude?” I asked softly.

  He grunted. “We’ll talk later.”

  “Why don’t you come in here and I’ll make us all some coffee?” Hanna asked.

  Lisa smiled. “Sounds fabulous, sweetie.”

  We all made our way into the kitchen and sat down around the same kitchen table. It felt familiar to sit with them as we slowly caught up on each others’ lives. Roger and Lisa told me all about Hanna’s studies and how proud they were of her. I wasn’t surprised at all. Hanna had always been headstrong and intelligent as fuck. The moment she’d been accepted, I knew she would take Stanford by storm.

  “And Marcus is getting his own company off the ground, aren’t ya, Mark?”

  “Yeah.” He nodded. “Yeah, I am.”

  “Uh huh. And, uh . . . how’s that going?” I asked him.

  “Eh, boring shit. We’ll talk later,” he said.

  “Language,” Lisa warned again.

  “Well, there’s been a new development in my studies, courtesy of a very late email from my mentor at Stanford,” Hanna said.

  “Everything all right, honey?” Roger asked.

  “Apparently I don’t need an internship for the semester. I need it for the whole year.”

  “Ouch.” Lisa sighed.

  “An internship? A particular one? Or just one in general?” I asked.

  “Just one in general, but the place I was talking to can’t take me on this semester. So, I have to start from scratch and find someone who can take me on come August.”

  “Well, my company isn’t far from Stanford. I could poke around, see what I can come up with. We always need help in some areas, though I’d want to try to gear that shit toward your studies.”

  “Language,” Marcus said mockingly.

  Hanna giggled, and the sound made my stomach flip. My pants grew tight again, and I had to bring my coffee up to my mouth to keep from breathing deeply in front of everyone, especially her brother. I loved Marcus to death, but he was protective as fuck when it came to his sister. I knew, from him, that Lisa was constantly pressuring Hanna to have kids and settle down. Marcus had called me to rant about it many times. He talked about how his sister had more potential than just being someone’s “baby mama,” but I knew Lisa meant well.

  Plus, I knew Hanna well enough to know that, deep down, she really did want kids.

  “What’re you studying again?” I asked Hanna.

  “Psychology.”

  “Well, that’s practically useless in my company, but that doesn’t mean I can’t find you something to do. Let me make some calls and I’ll get back to you.”

  “That’s very kind of you, Kason,” Hanna said. Oh, God, the way my name rolled off her tongue was nothing short of succulent. I had to adjust myself in my chair so my dick wouldn’t pop out of the top of my pants.

  “Yep. I’ll place some calls, and I promise we’ll get together soon to talk it over.”

  “Thank you, Kason.” Lisa patted my arm, somehow making my guilt weigh on me more. “It would really give us peace of mind that someone we love and trust is seeing Hanna while she’s away at school.” And there went a few more pounds of guilt.

  “It’s not a problem.” Except it would be a nightmare to keep from seeing too much of Hanna. Naked in my fantasies.

  We all finished a pot of coffee, and then I asked Marcus if he wanted to grab breakfast. At first he shrugged me off. Then I kicked his shin under the table and he changed his tune.

  “Come on, my treat. Oh, and block off your evening, because there’s this new place in town I wanna take you to.”

  “Oh! We’re having dinner with your parents tonight,” Roger said.

  “It’s all right. It’ll be after dinner.”

  “Well, in that case, have fun, guys!” Lisa waved.

  Marcus and I had a lot to talk about. I needed to know what the fuck was up with my best friend. Even more pressing, I obviously needed to get laid before I spread Hanna’s legs and screwed my way out of all my close ties that kept me sane and grounded. I wasn’t sure my own parents would forgive me if I even came close to crossing the line with Hanna.

  She laughed at something Marcus said, and it struck me in the gut that an outright orgy wouldn’t put out this fire. My best bet would be to avoid the hell out of Hanna over the next month.

  Chapter 3

  Hanna

  I got dressed and left to meet Stacy for lunch, but the only thing on my mind was Kason. Dear god, he looked so hot now. His broad shoulders and arms were bursting with rippling muscles that I longed to sink my teeth into. I had seen him wiggling around in his seat at the kitchen table. I may not have dated much, but I knew what that meant. He was staring at me just like I was staring at him. At least, I hoped he was.

  The look Kason had given me when talking about that internship had been nothing short of wanton. His dark eyes had been mesmerizing and his strong jawline set with a determination to save me from the idiotic bullshit my mentor had just thrust upon me. I had noticed something very different about him, something that had caught my eye the moment I’d thrown open that door and seen him standing there.

  His short-sleeved shirt had revealed a sleeve tattoo he hadn’t had back when I’d left for college. Its thick black outlines were peppered with all sorts of colors and designs. I just wanted to sit there and stare at it without interruption. I wanted to finger it and ask him where the idea for it had come
from, but mostly I just wanted an excuse to touch his arms. He had veins bulging from his muscles that I wanted to rake my tongue across. I couldn’t help but think about him wrapping me up in those arms and holding my tight, keeping me safe from everything.

  Safe and secure was how I felt any time he was around. When he had embraced me the day I’d left for Stanford, I had known everything would be okay, that I would be able to handle whatever college threw my way.

  Dear Jesus, we would make beautiful babies together.

  I pulled into the restaurant and had to squeeze my thighs together to keep myself under control. I was so riled up after seeing Kason. All I could think about was that finally, after all these years of crushing on him, I was a woman. I was no longer underage or awkwardly covered in pimples. I wore contacts and clothes that actually fit. Kason had known I hadn’t been wearing a bra this morning. I had watched his eyes flicker to my chest and then back to my face with a sheepish expression on his own.

  What I wouldn’t give to sit on that man’s lap.

  “Hanna!” Stacey shouted.

  I got out of my car and ran toward her. When I wrapped my arms around her, I picked her up and spun her around. She seemed much more cheerful than when we’d spoken on the phone yesterday. When I set her down, she was all too eager to blurt out the reason for her chipper mood.

  “I’m pregnant!” she announced.

  “Oh…my…god! Stacey, why the hell didn’t you tell me yesterday!?”

  “I didn’t know yesterday! I woke up sick this morning, so I went to the doctor to get something because I was not breaking this lunch date, and he ran a pregnancy test as protocol. I’m eight weeks along!”

  We walked into the restaurant, giggling and bouncing with glee. We were seated and gave the waitress our drink orders before Stacey pulled out the roll of black and white photographs.

  “Oh…it’s the little Woods baby bean! It’s so cute!” I shrieked.

  “Brad doesn’t even know yet.” She smirked.

  “You haven’t called him and told him?!”

  “No!” She smiled. “I wanted to do something really special this time to announce it to him.”

  “Well…when were you thinking about doing it? I could come over after lunch and help you pick out something to do!”

  “Well…” she said slowly.

  “Stace…what’s wrong? Is there something wrong with the baby? Or you?”

  “Don’t talk like that, Hanna,” she hissed. “You’ll jinx it.”

  My heart sank. In the past two years Stacey and Brad had suffered two miscarriages at two completely different moments in her pregnancy. Stacey wanted to have children more than anything, and I knew Brad wanted to fill their home with as many children as Stacey could stand, but I also knew that look in her eye.

  It was the look of someone who spent way too much time on the internet because she was panicking.

  “Well, it says that the rate of miscarriage for someone who’s already miscarried doesn’t drop until the fourth month of pregnancy…” she said, trailing off and avoiding my gaze.

  “Stace, you can’t wait four fucking months to tell him you’re pregnant. Dear god, you’ll be showing by then!”

  “Sssshhhh! I know. Just…keep it down.”

  “Stacy, this is so unlike you,” I said softly.

  “Yeah, well, that was before I lost two children,” she spat.

  “Okay. Okay. Well, how sick are you?” I asked.

  “It wasn’t bad this morning, just a little dizziness.”

  “So you didn’t throw up?”

  “Nope.”

  “Why don’t you wait until you turn over into your second trimester? For most women, the rate of miscarriage really drops during that time, and you’ll only be three months instead of four, so it’s a nice compromise.”

  Stacey mulled it over before she looked down at the pictures on the table. She gathered them up and shoved them back in her purse. I could tell she was holding back tears.

  “Water with lemon for you, and a blackberry iced tea for you,” the waitress said as she bounced over to our table.

  “Thanks,” we both said.

  “I’m really happy for you, Stace.” I smiled. I reached over and grabbed her hand. When she panned her gaze up to my face, I could tell how scared she was.

  “It’s gonna happen this time. I know it,” I whispered.

  “You said that last time.”

  “But this time my right tit is tingling.” I smirked.

  Stacey groaned. “Jesuuuus…”

  “And you know what happens when my right tit tingles.” I winked.

  “Hanna, your right tit can’t predict the future.”

  “It tingled when you met Brad, it tingled when I sent off my college application to Stanford, and it’s tingling now, sweetheart.”

  “Every woman’s tits tingle when they see Brad; my husband’s hot as hell. And it tingled with Stanford because you had a yeast infection at the time.”

  “What does a yeast infection have to do with a tingling tit?!” I asked with a laugh.

  “It makes more sense than your boobs being psychic!”

  We threw our heads back and laughed until we cried. I really wanted this pregnancy to go well for Stacey. I wanted to visit her and watch her grow bigger and bigger until she couldn’t see her feet. I wanted to go baby shopping with her and piss Brad off with how much money we spent. I wanted to wake up at 3 a.m. and rush home to be with her while she was in labor. I wanted to take every single picture I could while she held her little boy or girl in her arms.

  “God, I can’t wait to have a baby.” I sighed.

  “Well, once you graduate college and find someone, you can,” Stacey said. “And our kids can be best friends!”

  “I don’t know, Stace. I just…it’s bad. It’s really bad. I mean, I never really understood what you meant by clocks ticking and your ovaries pulsing or whatever…but it’s all I’ve been thinking about lately. It’s in my dreams, and every time I see a mother with her child, it’s like my chest leaps with a joy I can’t contain.”

  “Yeah… I know how that feels. But Hanna, what are you gonna do? Find yourself a husband in the next few months and get pregnant?” she scoffed.

  “I mean, why do I have to be married? I don’t necessarily want to be married. I just want to be a mother.”

  “Seriously, Hanna? Do you hear yourself?”

  “What?! Stacey, a child…it takes a great deal of work. Marcus, he got the best of my parents. Running around outside, swimming in the lakes, playing at the park until dusk. It wasn’t anyone’s fault that I came along later in their lives, but I don’t have those same memories. I don’t want to do that to my child. I don’t want my child to have a parent that’s too tired, too sick, or too old to play with them. I won’t have it. They deserve better.”

  “Hanna…a child is a lot of work. There’s a reason it takes two people to make one, and it’s because it also takes two people to raise one.”

  “Damn it, Stace. This is what I want. Yes, Stanford was an incredible opportunity and I wanted it, so I took it. I got there and realized I was smarter than half the idiots running around. I wanted to throw it in their face that a ‘nobody’ could snag the highest honor in my graduating class, so I’m doing it. I’m set to graduate as valedictorian, Stace!”

  “And you think you can still do that while pregnant? Hanna, do it in the right order like all of us did. There’s a reason it works like that. There’s a reason it’s better like that.”

  “What if I don’t want what you have?” I asked.

  “You mean a man to cherish you and love you through anything?”

  “I knew you wouldn’t understand…” I grumbled.

  “Look, there are plenty of women on this planet who have done it in the right order and still haven’t gotten what they wanted. The order isn’t just for your best interest; it is in the best interest of your child. Children raised in broken homes or with only one p
arent don’t always turn out the way you want them to, Hanna. Bringing a child into this world without being married—or at least having someone dedicated to you and the baby—it’s a detriment to that child.”

  I smirked. “You haven’t even asked me who I have in mind.”

  “Fuck,” Stacey said.

  “Kason Marx.”

  The name caused her to whip her head up and her jaw to drop to the floor.

  “Food for the two ladies,” our waitress said, setting our plates in front of us.

  “Thanks,” we both mumbled.

  “Kason Marx. Like, your brother’s best friend Kason Marx?”

  “Yep,” I said. “God, Stacey, you should see him now. He’s strong and determined and he has this beautiful tattoo. I just wanna—”

  “Hold on. You’re still on this love boat train with Kason? I thought you abandoned this years ago!”

  “You wouldn't think that if you’d seen him this morning like I did.”

  “You can’t just have a baby with Kason. Dear god, the man probably sees you as his sister more than he does the mother of his children.”

  “Tell that to his erect dick this morning.”

  “Hanna! What the hell has gotten into you?!” Stacey whispered harshly.

  “I know what I want. I want this degree from Stanford. I want to be valedictorian. I want a child. I want to be able to run around with that child. I want to be able to give my child the things my parents simply couldn’t give me while I was a child. That is what I want and that is what I’ll get.”

  “With Kason,” Stacey said.

  “With Kason.”

  “You can’t really sit here and tell me that what you’re saying doesn’t sound insane,” Stacey said.

  “You’ve had trials and things in your life that I thought were absolutely insane, and yet I supported you. Why can’t you support me?”

  “Are you really comparing my marriage and miscarriages to your incessant need to be a mother at this very second?” she asked with narrowed eyes.

  “Look, all I’m saying is, I’ve made up my mind. If it was so crazy, then my mom wouldn’t be pushing it on me all the time.”