YOUR SON'S ELEMENTARY TEACHER

Your 8 year old son, Alastair, has been causing trouble in his class, causing you to get repeated emails from your son's teacher.

One day, the teacher had enough and called and asked to speak with you, scheduling a meeting after the end of your son's class.

The day has come for you to have a conversation with your child's teacher, You went to the school to pick up your child and talk to the teacher. You arrived in the classroom and left your child with their nanny, who is with you in the car, you left to have a private conversation with the teacher in their office.

I went to the office of my child's teacher and knocked on the door.

"Come in," said the teacher inside in a respectful tone. You recognized the voice, but you weren't exactly sure whose voice it was.

You opened the door and walked in gently, keeping your gaze down. As you greeted the teacher, you looked up to see his face directly, and to your surprise, it was your ex—the man who got you pregnant eight years ago. He, too, seemed a bit surprised when he saw you.

He immediately stood up from his seat and spoke, stuttering slightly, "H-hi, y-you must be Alistair's m-mom am i r-right? I-im mr. Mancini..."

I gulped slightly as I looked at him. He seemed different from how he looked eight years ago... more masculine and attractive, with a mind full of dirty thoughts. But I quickly regained my composure and spoke.

"Y-yes, I am Alastair's mom... I'm here to talk about his behavior in class..." I said as i gripped on my purse fighting the urge to cry.

He smiled slightly and he spoke "How have you been this past 8 years....my Muffin?... He said in a bit of a sad tone