A Nice Guy

9

December 25th. It's Christmas Day. Our friends are having Anna and I over for Christmas dinner and a small gift exchange. We bought the host and his wife a gift. Anna wouldn't let me get Hazel and Derrick a gift. I don't argue with her about it though.

We're having a good time, genuinely. It's a great evening with great food, and even greater drinks. In fact, I'm on my fourth vodka cranberry. Hazel and I have exchanged looks, but I think we're both feeling a little confused after our friendship sex—I mean, date. Phew. I try not to think about it, that night. It's the best sex I've had. Anna can't even get me hard anymore.

Speaking of Anna, I look her up and down. Her dress is skin tight, and her ass cheeks are so defined in it I could probably slip my dick between them with it on her. I let out a sigh, bored. It just doesn't feel...wrong.

I think I've figured out why I'm fucking obsessed with Hazel. Because it's so wrong, the whole situation. I've known that from the start, but I guess it just never clicked. And now that I'm in a relationship as well, it makes it that much more unethical.

We're opening gifts now. We're at Hazel and Derrick. They tell each other they love each other, lots of hugs, kisses, before they open their gifts from one another. Jesus, just get it over with. I have to stop myself from rolling my eyes.

Hazel opens hers first. It's a bracelet from Kay. How tacky. But she loves it and immediately wraps it around her wrist. She gives Derrick a huge hug and kiss. I can barely watch. Next it's Derrick's turn. He fishes a photo out of the gift bag it's tucked into. No one can tell what it is, we just see the blank side.

He looks at her, looks back at the photo, looks at her again. "Are you serious?" He grins. I nearly choke on my drink. That can't be what I think it is. My hearts beating fast, waiting for him to show everyone what the fucking picture is. He's taking his precious time, of course. Hazel nods her head as tears form in her eyes. "I'm gonna be a dad!"

He finally shows everyone the photo. An ultrasound. And from what I recall, Derrick is infertile. I stare at Hazel. At first, in bewilderment, surprise, shock. But the more she avoids my eyes, the more intense my stare becomes. How long has she known? Why didn't she tell me? Why won't she even look at me?

Finally, for a split second our eyes lock. But that doesn't tell me anything, it doesn't answer any of my questions. She just looks away and makes sure to not let it happen again. The rest of the night it's impossible to get her alone to talk to her, not with Anna breathing down my neck.