Her Dad's Best Friend

Falling Deeper

A few months had passed since everything came out—about the pregnancy, about Jordan and me—and somehow, we managed to settle into something that resembled normalcy. My dad, while still wary, had come around. He wasn't exactly thrilled about everything, but he kept his distance and allowed me to figure things out on my own. He hadn't spoken to Jordan much since that night, but at least he wasn't trying to control everything.

I moved into Jordan's place shortly after. It made more sense. Between doctor's appointments and just needing someone to lean on, Jordan became my anchor in a sea of uncertainty. And honestly, I wasn't sure what I would've done without him. As my pregnancy progressed, things between us deepened in ways neither of us had expected.

The apartment was quiet tonight, a stillness that felt comfortable and familiar. Jordan was in the kitchen, rummaging through the fridge for something to eat, while I sat on the couch, absentmindedly rubbing my growing baby bump. I had started to show more visibly over the past few weeks, and every now and then, I would catch Jordan stealing glances at my belly. Sometimes he'd smile, other times his expression would soften with something else—something I hadn't quite figured out yet.

I shifted slightly, trying to get comfortable, and Jordan walked back into the room with a bag of chips in hand. His eyes flicked to my belly before meeting mine, and for a moment, he just stood there, as if he was seeing me in a new light.

"You okay?" he asked, his voice gentle.

"Yeah, just... the usual. Can't get comfortable," I said, chuckling softly. "Your kid's already making things difficult."

He smirked and tossed the bag of chips onto the coffee table before sitting down next to me. His arm brushed mine as he leaned back, and I couldn't help but notice how close we were. Over the months, we had gotten used to this—being in each other's space, sharing the same bed, the same air. But tonight, something felt different. There was an energy between us, an unspoken tension that hung in the air.

"You're glowing," he said after a beat, his voice quieter now, more intimate.

I laughed, rolling my eyes. "Yeah, glowing with sweat and back pain. Real glamorous."

"I'm serious," he said, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind my ear. "You look... beautiful."

The air seemed to thicken between us as his words sank in. I turned to look at him, and the way his eyes lingered on me—on my face, my belly—it made my heart skip a beat. There was something in his gaze that hadn't been there before. Something deeper.

I swallowed, feeling a familiar heat rise in my chest. "Jordan..."

He didn't let me finish. In one smooth motion, he leaned in and kissed me. It wasn't rushed, or desperate—it was slow, deliberate, like he was savoring every second. His lips were soft, his hand cupping the side of my face as he pulled me closer.

I kissed him back, my heart pounding in my chest. There was something different about this kiss, something that felt more intense, more meaningful. It wasn't just about desire—it was about the connection we had built over these past few months, the way we had leaned on each other, trusted each other.

His hands slid down to my waist, and before I knew it, he was guiding me onto his lap, his lips never leaving mine. My fingers tangled in his hair, and I could feel the heat of his body against mine, the way his heart raced just as fast as mine.

"Hailey..." he murmured against my lips, his voice thick with emotion. "I... I can't stop thinking about you."

I pulled back slightly, breathless, my forehead resting against his. "What do you mean?"

"I mean... I think I'm falling for you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. His hands moved to rest on my belly, gently caressing the curve of my baby bump. "I don't know when it happened, or how, but... it's you. It's always been you."

My heart clenched at his words, and I felt tears prickling at the corners of my eyes. This wasn't just some fling anymore. This was real—this was us.

"I think I'm falling for you too," I whispered, my voice shaking.

That was all it took. The next thing I knew, his lips were on mine again, hungrier this time. His hands roamed my body, exploring every curve, every inch, as if he couldn't get enough. The heat between us was undeniable, electric, and I felt myself getting lost in it, lost in him.

We broke apart just long enough to catch our breath, our clothes quickly becoming an afterthought. His shirt was off in seconds, and my dress followed soon after. The feel of his skin against mine, the way his hands gripped my hips—it sent a shiver down my spine.

I let out a soft gasp as he kissed his way down my neck, his hands moving to support my back as I leaned into him. There was something raw about this moment, something that made it feel more intimate than anything we'd shared before.

Before I knew it, we were both naked, tangled together on the couch. The world outside seemed to disappear as we lost ourselves in each other, our breaths coming in short, desperate gasps.

"I need you," he whispered, his voice hoarse.

"I'm right here," I replied, pulling him closer, feeling his heart beating against mine.

And for that moment, nothing else mattered. It was just us—two people falling deeper into something that had started off simple, but had grown into so much more.