Ms Arty

Nine

Ivana's POV
I made it. It's finally graduation day. Turns out Eleanor's assistant actually supports our relationship. I guess she thought we were cute that one time she saw us together.

My sexy girlfriend was up on stage, calling everybody's names and handing them their diplomas. Her own cap and gown covered her baby bump but our beautiful baby was growing fast.

"Ivana Malcom," she called.

I strutted up on stage and walked towards my girl. She shook my hand and gave me my diploma.

"Congratulations," she grinned.

"Thank you," I said.

I leaned in to give her a quick hug. It wasn't super unusual. A lot of students hug their favourite teachers.

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The rest of graduation breezed by and then I drove over to Eleanor's apartment. I got a text, saying my mom cooked my favourite meal for dinner.

"Baby," I called.

"In here," Eleanor called back.

I followed her voice to the closet where she was taking off her heels with a lot of struggle.

"Stop, let me help," I said.

I kneeled in front of her and began to undo her shoe.

"Baby, do you want to come with me?" I asked, "my mom made me dinner and I think it's time."

She sighed out a long sigh.

"Yes," she said, "but, baby, you know my emotions are everywhere. I don't want to embarrass myself and cry."

I pulled her second shoe off and stood up in front of her. My larger hands cupped her soft cheeks.

"If they make you cry, we'll leave," I said simply.

I kissed her softly and helped unzip her dress. It was gorgeous. A tight-fitted black dress that showed off her growing cleavage. But, she was uncomfortable and ready to to change into some leggings.

I knelt in front of her and helped her put her leggings on as she held onto my broad shoulders. When I asked if she wanted a tshirt underneath what was once my hoodie, she started crying.

"What's wrong?" I asked confusedly.

"I don't want a shirt," she cried.

"Okay, you don't have to," I said.

"I don't know why I'm crying," she sobbed.

"Honey, it's okay," I said softly, "I understand."

I kissed her head and helped her into the large hoodie. she wiped her tears with the sleeves while I put some socks on her.

"Are you ready?" I asked.

She shook her head.

"What's wrong?" I asked, kissing her temple.

"I need to pee."

I chuckled and helped her to the bathroom.