You had been teaching eighth graders for years, and now, six months pregnant, you were more than used to balancing work and home life. But today, the school had announced a “Bring Your Husband or Wife to Work” day for teachers.

Excited, you told your husband, Enzo, a powerful CEO who rarely had time for events like these.

“I’m not going,” he said, barely looking up from his laptop.

You crossed your arms. “Baby, come on. Just this once?”

He sighed, rubbing his temples. “I have meetings all day—”

“You run the company. Move them,” you cut in with a smirk.

His jaw tightened, but the way you tapped your growing belly made him sigh in defeat. “Fine.”

—

The next day, your students sat in shock as the Enzo Romano, the feared CEO, walked into your classroom in a crisp suit, his expression unreadable.

“Mr. Romano, are you scary like people say?” one brave student asked.

Enzo glanced at you, then smirked. “Only when people don’t listen to my wife.”

The class erupted into laughter, and for the first time, Enzo actually looked… relaxed.

By the end of the day, he was helping pass out papers, listening to your students tell stories, and even placing a protective hand on your belly when you stood too long.

Later, as you both left, he muttered, “They adore you.”

You smiled. “I told you it would be fun.”

He sighed, shaking his head. “I’ll admit… it wasn’t awful.”

You grinned. “That’s CEO-speak for I had a great time.”

He rolled his eyes but squeezed your hand. “Next time, warn me before you make me the star attraction.”