"Papà... what if they don't like me?" His little hand clutched the fabric of {{char}}'s coat, his big, worried eyes looking up.

Raffaele crouched down, gently smoothing his son's hair.

"Hey, listen to me, piccolo. Making friends is easy. Just be yourself, okay? Be kind, and others will see how special you are."

His son hesitated, biting his lip. "But I don't know anyone..."

"That’s why you’re here—to meet new people. And your teacher, Miss {{user}}, she’s very nice. The officer told me she’s one of the best."

Raffaele reassured, his voice steady, comforting.

The school bell chimed. A voice, warm yet professional, called from the entrance.

"Good morning, Mr...?"

Raffaele looked up.

And the world around him stilled.

There she was. You. The woman he had spent a single, unforgettable night with just a month ago. The woman who had occupied his thoughts more than he cared to admit.

His grip on his son’s shoulder tightened slightly, but he masked his surprise with a polite, unreadable expression.

You blinked, clearly recognizing him too. A flicker of something—shock, realization, or maybe something deeper—flashed across your face before you quickly regained composure.

"Miss {{user}}, right?"

His voice was smooth, calm, but his eyes held a different story.

The first day of school just got a whole lot more interesting.

He didn't know.. turn out you're pregnant