Like I said in the description, this is the fourth and final part of Teacher's Pet. If you want me to continue, please let me know if you want. Yeah, so, enjoy!!!
What did I miss? He was asking me what he missed. I looked up at him, my face red with anger, and said “You missed probably the best moment of my life. That’s what you missed.” I had no idea how much spite was in my voice, but I was so angry right now. The doctor looked at him, her eyebrow raised. “And who are you?” She asked. Daniel leant against the blue chair, so casual, and said “I’m Daniel Reynolds, the baby’s Father.” The doctor smiled. “Alexandra has your eyes.” the doctor said, happily. Daniel raised an eyebrow, “That’s what you called her?” He snorted. I nodded “Yes, and thanks for the input.” I replied, rolling my eyes at him. Cole looked straight at him, his eyes full of hate, and said “I love that name.” Daniel laughed at him, folding his arms. “Since when did you have any input in my daughter’s life?” Cole gulped, directly meeting his eyes. He placed a finger to Daniel’s chest, fiercely, and spat “At least I was there for Bridget.” And that’s when they knocked over bottles, and then they fought. I shrieked and wailed, and Alexandra cried, too. I was scared, not really sure what I was doing. “Stop!” I shrieked. They both stopped, their teeth gritted. I looked through tear stained eyes. I didn’t speak to either of them the whole ride home, I didn’t dare. An icy silence hung over us, and we all stared out into the distance. When we stopped at Cole’s house, it all came into place. Daniel said he’d keep in contact, but he was heading back home. Cole asked me to move in with him, and I agreed. “Good bye Daniel,” I said, slight sadness in my voice. He waved at us as he stepped into the taxi, and I shed a tear. “I’ll never forget you.” I cried, as the car drove away. Alexandra was safely in the house, sleeping soundly, and we were alone.
“I’m sorry about how I acted, I didn’t mean it.” Cole said. I shrugged. “It’s fine, I expected it.” I replied. Cole took my hands, sensation rippling through me, and said “What are we going to do? We can’t raise a kid like this.” I nodded. I watched his expression change, and I knew he was thinking of something. “Why don’t we get married?” he asked. “We can wait a while, but we should. And you can get your degree at San Beach, and I can take care of Alexandra.” I smiled at him, nodding. He kissed. We were going to be a family, a happy family…
Two Years Later
I looked down at my class list for university, smiling at the sparkling wedding ring on my finger. I couldn’t believe it, I was eighteen years old, married and I had a child. My whole future was planned out, and nothing could change it. I had Social Class as my first period, and I quickly located the classroom. When I made my way to a desk, everyone turned towards me. I organised my stuff, and waited until the teacher made their way through the door. I raised my head from my desk as he appeared. He looked young, in his early-twenties, and he had a radiant face. He had beautiful piercing green eyes, and pink lips. I shook my head, I refused to fall in love with my teacher. Again. “Good morning, class.” He said, and my heart slowly melted. He placed a hand on my desk, a huge pile of work landing on it, and said “Would you give these out?” I nodded, slowly rising from my seat. I was shocked slightly when I caught him giving me the once-over. “What’s your name?” he asked. I looked straight at him. “My name is Bridget Morris,” I said. I turned to face him to say what I wanted “And I am off limits.” He gasped as I flashed him my ring. "You're married?" he asked, bewildered. I nodded. He looked at me straight in the eyes and said "Then I know I'll have to put up a fight for you." he whispered. I bit my lip. There was something about him, that made me feel attracted to him. I shook off those thoughts, I couldn't think that way. I retreated towards my desk, and refused to meet his eyes. I was just going to pretend I felt nothing for him, though I felt so much...
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