Hannah Willis

I decided to go chat with my baby momma, Hannah Willis. I walked up and saw her sitting in a crop top showing off her baby bump. It wasn’t particularly large, but you could tell she was pregnant. She smiled as I walked up, and we shared a quick kiss.

“Good to see you, Cole.” she smiled, brushing back some of her blond hair. I kissed her again, and Hannah wrapped her arms around my neck, and let me lift her up, my arms under her thighs and we were kissing fiercely. I heard a clatter, and turned to see Lawrence staring, lost, at the two of us, firewood dropped at his feet. He turned on his heel and walked off. Hannah bit her lip, watching him go, and she sighed and dropped back to the ground and sat miserably.

“Are you OK?” I asked. She looked up at me.

“I mean, no. Every time he sees our child growing inside me, he wants to leave me all over again. And then I was kissing you, so carelessly. Is it wrong that whenever I see you, I forget all about Lawrence?” Hannah whispered.

“I don’t know. Even during everything I was doing, I always thought about Emily, but I don’t know if that’s better or worse. I always imagined the hurt in her beautiful eyes. I just... I just can’t believe she’s gone. Even though I have Cassidy now, I still dream of Emily. All the time.” I confessed.

“We’re just horrible people, I guess.” Hannah sighed. I sat beside her.

“I don’t think we’re terrible people.” I said, and put my arm around her shoulders. She leaned into me.

“So, you still love Emily?” Hannah whispered.

“Yes.” I confessed. Hannah sighed.

“I love you. More than I ever loved Lawrence.” she admitted. I kissed Hannah, long and slow.