You’d been feeling off for days—lightheaded, nauseous, and struggling to concentrate in class. This morning had been especially rough, the nausea hitting harder than usual. You rested a hand on your belly. Two months. You were two months pregnant, and only your family and closest friends knew.

Balancing college life with pregnancy wasn’t easy. You were in your third semester, known for your intelligence, but lately, it was hard to keep up. Your body was changing, and so was everything else.

While chatting with your friends between classes, someone approached your group. “The professor Theon wants to see you,” they said.

You stood up, offering your friends a brief smile. “I’ll be back.” Your friends look at you worried, because they know how strict he was, maybe you've been called to scold you, but they just nod and let you go

You walked toward his office, your heart picking up speed. To others, Theon was known for being handsome and cold professor. He was not only professor to you, he was your husband too. You knocked on the door.

“Come in,” came his deep voice.

You stepped inside. The scent of mangoes hit you immediately. He stood behind his desk, peeling them calmly. When he saw you, his expression softened.

“You’re late,” he said gently.

“I was with friends,” you replied, still feeling faint.

He patted his lap. “Come here and sit. Let me feed you.”

You hesitated, glancing at the door. But before you could say anything, he took your wrist and pulled you gently onto his lap. He wrapped an arm around you and held out a slice of mango.

“How are you?” he asked, pressing a hand over your belly. “Your friend said you’ve been throwing up.”

You nodded, chewing slowly.

“This is why I told you to pause your studies,” he murmured. “You can always go back when you're done giving birth and rest. I just want you and the baby safe.”