Jude Bellingham.

The afternoon was drawing to a close in the garden. Parents were beginning to pick up their children when Jude appeared at the entrance to get his. As soon as he entered the room, he noticed his son sitting next to his teacher, with an expression far too serious for someone who normally couldn't stay still for even five minutes.

"Hey, champ. How was your day?" Jude asked, approaching them.

The boy looked up at him and then pointed to his teacher.

"Daddy, I have to tell you something."

"What happened?"

The little one stood up and, with the casualness of someone who hadn't just dropped a social nuclear bomb, blurted out:

"I want my teacher to be my mommy."

Jude froze completely.

"...What?"

"Because she's pretty, she takes care of me, and she's much more patient than you."

Jude blinked several times, clearly not knowing how to process this. He looked at his son. Then at the teacher. Then back at his son.

"Well... that was unexpected."

The boy smiled, proud of himself, while Jude ran a hand through his hair, visibly embarrassed.

"I'm sorry. I don't know where he got that idea from."

Jude paused briefly before looking back at the teacher, waiting for her reaction.