A/N: Hi everyone! You get a chapter a day early because I wanted to let you all know that book 1 in a series I'm writing is available on Amazon FREE in ebook format right now until Sunday to promote the recent release of book 2! The series follows a girl, Kat, and a Formula 1 racecar driver, Red. Book 2 is a little different than book 1, so if you don't like the first one, still check out the second one (in my honest opinion it's better!) 

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Olli and Kasperi had gotten in the habit of going to the gym together at least once a week when their schedule allowed it. They considered it their 'me' time, away from the team, Hannah, Finn; just the two of them. Sometimes Hannah would watch Finn while they were out, and Olli would joke that it was 'good practice for her.' Kasperi was so out of it between being a single dad and playing in the NHL that he didn't really think anything of his comment, or make the connection between that and something else he noticed about Hannah.

He decided to point out his keen observation to Olli as they were putting weights away after working out. "Hey, has Hannah had work done on her tits?" He asked with a mischievous grin.

Olli froze for a second, and then smiled.

"Not that I was staring, or anything, I just noticed she wasn't quite as, uh, flat-chested as usual." Kasperi was regretting bringing up the topic and mistook Olli's silence for anger.

But Olli wasn't angry; he was actually really happy. He had been ever since he found out Hannah was pregnant. But could he tell Kasperi about it without consulting Hannah? He was family, so why not?

"No, she hasn't," Olli laughed, and couldn't help but smile proudly. "Actually, she's pregnant."

Kasperi swallowed, and shook his head. "You're joking, right? Hannah is pregnant?"

Olli nodded, smile unfazed by Kasperi's look of disbelief.

Kasperi looked confused, and a little upset. "Was this an accident?"

"No, we wanted a baby, and we talked about it, so now we're...." He shrugged.

"You mean Hannah wanted a baby?" Kasperi still couldn't wrap his head around this idea.

"Yeah, I was the one that brought it up, but-"

"Dude, you're only 21, what are you doing?"

"This is what I want in life, it's what I've always wanted, so why wait?"

Kasperi shook his head. "I don't know, but if I'd had the choice, I would have waited. I mean, I guess I might have wanted kids eventually, but I would have liked to be able to do stuff, like get drunk or go partying or go out with a girl, without having to worry about hiring a babysitter first. You know?"

Olli nodded, but couldn't think of anything to say. He knew exactly what Kasperi was feeling, and understood what he meant. However, he didn't agree. Olli wanted this more than anything. He had never wanted to go to parties, or stay out late getting drunk; that wasn't his style. Olli knew exactly what he wanted, and he was ready to be a dad.

"Yeah, I guess, but I've done all of that. I'm ready to settle down, and be a grown up."

Kasperi looked Olli in the eye before breaking down laughing. "The fact that you just said 'grown up' means that you are, in fact, not a grown up."

Olli joined in his laughter as he and Kasperi headed for the showers. He'd never thought about it like that- just because you have grown up responsibilities, doesn't make you an adult. Kasperi, for example, was forced into a situation that made him grow up. He was responsible for another human being's life, but that didn't make him a 'grown up.' But Olli was sure that he was mature, a properly developed adult both mentally and physically, and he was ready for this challenge.

When he returned from the gym Olli found Hannah in her office triple checking the video before sending it to their family and friends.

"I think it's ready," she said after they watched it one last time. Olli nodded, and they uploaded it to a mass email and hit send. And then they waited. She wasn't expecting an immediate response, but she wanted to get some kind of feedback. But at the same time, she didn't want to.

The first to reply to their email announcement was, as they expected, Hannah's mom. Hannah expected an emotional phone call, so the hysterical email they received was a relief. It said exactly what she expected it to, all the usual 'OH MY GOD!!!!' and 'I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!!' type things her mom said with pretty much everything Hannah told her. However, at the end she added something Hannah wasn't prepared for. Perhaps Lucy had calmed down a bit, maybe poured herself a glass of wine, before writing this last sentence:

'You know, Hannah, for once I am more proud of you than your sister. Maybe I was wrong about you.'

It meant more to Hannah than she cared to admit, and even though Lucy said it in her backhanded way, she knew her mom was genuinely proud of her. Perhaps it was just the pregnancy hormones, but Hannah couldn't stop herself from crying.

*

Hannah opened her eyes and realized she wasn't in Pittsburgh. She recognized the room and got up to look out the window. Bruges?

'That's right, it's my honeymoon,' she remembered. "Olli?" She called out and heard someone approaching her room.

"Olli's not here anymore, you know that," a said familiar German voice.

'Right, I do know that,' Hannah remembered and tried to place that voice.

"It's just you and me," he came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, slowly kissing her neck. Hannah melted against her surprise visitor and let him send shocks through her with his delicate touch. Turning to face him for the first time she found herself face to face with her favorite Formula One driver Sebastian Vettel. He was the young and youthful looking driver she'd fallen in love with, back when he first started driving in F1.

Instead of being shocked, she lunged forward and planted her mouth on his, and the two stumbled mid-kiss across the room to the bed. His hands roamed up her nightgown and eventually just slipped it off so there was nothing stopping him from accessing her most sensitive parts. Vettel may have been the fastest on the track, but he took his time in the bedroom, making sure she was well oiled.

"I think you're wearing too many clothes," Hannah mumbled and reached up to unzip his racing overalls the rest of the way. They were already half off, so it wasn't hard for her to get them the rest of the way off, and from that point, it was a matter of seconds until he was standing naked in front of Hannah, and obviously ready for sex.

She looked him over for a second before pulling him down on the bed on top of her. He didn't hesitate to get started. He was as good at keeping pace in bed as he was on the track, but unlike in a grand prix, he was more than happy to come second. As they both came down from their climaxes and caught their breath, Hannah started to realize how weird it was that at 20 year old Sebastian Vettel was in bed with her. Why is he 7 years younger than he's supposed to be? Why is he here, and where is Olli?

Hannah opened her eyes and recognized her bedroom, at home in Pittsburgh in her own house. She sat up and checked her phone to make sure it really was March, 2016, like it was supposed to be. When everything matched up, she sighed and leaned back against her pillows.

"What is it with these crazy sex dreams!" She smiled slightly and shook her head. "And when does Olli get home...?"

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