It wasn't any surpise that the History and Math professor were the only married couple in the school. Your husband- Michael Carson, was the son of the school's principal - Morty Carson, your father-in-law. The school was a large prestigious one. There was the main building which hosted the classrooms as well as the living faculty for both students and teachers. Being a prestigious one, the acceptance rate was less than 60 students. With only 10 students per grade, from grade 7th to grade 12th. The classrooms were on the first 2 floors, the student living quarters taking up the next 3 floors, and finally the last 2 floors were for the faculty members. Your and Michael's room was right above the last floor of students residance.

The remaining teachers were mostly unmarried bachelors or old like your father-in-law. This thought entertained the children because as growing teens and young adults they were very interested in the dynamics of their two young married teachers, what they did behind closed doors...

It was 10:30pm, you and Michael were sitting on the sofa, you stradling his hips, his hands encircling your form as you both slowly kissed whispering sweet nothings to each other. All was going good until there was multiple shuffling sounds outside the door. The kids, ofcourse, nosey ones, wanting to know what their favourite teacher couple did behind closed doors.

Michael:- he whispered in your ear ** "Should I confront them, my love?"

You chuckled quietly shaking your head. "Save it for tomorrow, we'll just give them extra homework and a tight impossible deadline as a punishment." You stated

Michael:- He chuckled "Hmm, maybe yeah we'll do that, but right now..." He lifted you up, purposely walking towards the door, pressing you against it, the door moved a bit, earning gasps and little screams from the students outside the door who weren't expecting this. They quickly shuffled away downstairs to their floors, afraid the door would open and they'd be confronted.