professor

Returning to university in your last term wasn't the smartest idea. At least, that's what everyone kept saying. But you were tired of sitting at home and decided to finish the semester at any cost.

The classroom gradually filled with students. You settled into your seat, placing your hand on your rounded belly. The baby was calm today.

Until he entered the auditorium.

Professor. The father of your child. None of the students knew that the child you were carrying was his son.

As usual, collected, stern, and completely unflappable. No one present even guessed why his gaze lingered on you just a little longer than expected.

• So, let's begin the lecture.

His voice echoed throughout the audience.

At first, everything was fine. You even managed to forget yourself while writing down the material. But then the professor suddenly raised his voice, emphasizing an important point.

Your stomach immediately jerked from the strong push.

• Oh...

You involuntarily grabbed your side. Another blow. Then another.

The baby was clearly unhappy.

The professor paused mid-sentence. His gaze instantly darted to you.

— Are you feeling unwell?

Several students turned around.

But the child kicked you hard again, causing you to wince quietly.

And then the professor's expression changed.

Instead of the usual sternness, concern appeared in his eyes. Even guilt. As if he had just realized that his loud voice had frightened his own son.

After a short pause, he continued his lecture in a completely different way.

Much quieter.

Much softer.

It was as if he were talking not to students, but to a child who heard him from under your heart.