The One Night Stand Turns Out To Be My Professor

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Sophia’s POV

I sat in the driveway for what felt like hours, my fingers nervously tapping the steering wheel as I stared at the front door of my parents’ house. I’d come all this way, and now that I was actually here, I wasn’t so sure I could bring myself to tell them what I was here to tell them. How was I going to tell them? I hadn’t spoken to them in weeks—since everything had happened with Ian—and they were already worried about me. This was going to be a lot to dump on them.

I sighed and finally got out of the car, clutching my jacket around me as I made my way up the steps. My belly wasn’t huge yet, but it was starting to show. I could still hide it under loose clothes, but that wouldn’t last much longer. That’s why I had to do this now, before they found out some other way.

The front door opened before I even knocked. My mom stood there, her face lighting up when she saw me.

“Sophia!” she exclaimed, pulling me into a hug. “Where have you been? We’ve been so worried. You haven’t answered any of our calls.”

I hugged her back, guilt eating me up slowly. “I know, Mom. I’m sorry. It’s been… crazy.”

She pulled back, her eyes searching my face. “Well, you’re here now. Come in, your dad’s in the living room.”

“No work today? What of Simon and Sarah?” I asked. The house seemed too quiet and that meant they weren’t at home.

“You’re dad’s taking a break from work and your siblings are out on holiday,” She explained.

I followed her inside, my heart pounding as I tried to gather my thoughts. This was going to be harder than I’d thought. As we walked into the living room, my dad looked up from his newspaper, his face immediately softening when he saw me.

“Sophia! Sweetie,” he said, standing up to give me a hug. “You’ve been avoiding us.”

“I know, Dad. I’m sorry,” I said, sitting down on the couch. “I’ve just had a lot going on.”

My mom sat next to me, her brow furrowed in concern. “You’re not in trouble, are you?”

I shook my head quickly. “No, nothing like that.”

My dad sat across from me, his hands resting on his knees as he studied me. “Then what is it? You can talk to us.”

I took a deep breath, feeling my palms start to sweat. “Okay, so… there’s something I need to tell you. And I know it’s going to come as a shock, but I really need you to listen.”

They exchanged worried glances, and my mom reached out to take my hand. “Of course, sweetheart. What is it?”

I swallowed hard, looking down at our joined hands before finally blurting it out. “I’m pregnant. And I’m getting married.”

The room fell silent. I dared to glance up at them, and the look of shock on their faces was exactly what I had expected.

“Pregnant?” my mom repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. “Married? Sophia, what—how?”

My dad leaned forward, his brow furrowing. “Who’s the father? And when did all this happen? You just told us about your boyfriend just a few days back.”

“I know,” I said quickly, my heart racing. “It all happened really fast, and I haven’t been great at keeping you guys in the loop, but... it’s with Ian. He’s the father, and we’re getting married.”

“Ian?” my dad said, his voice rising slightly. “As in your professor? The same man you told us about a while back?”

I nodded, biting my lip. “Yeah. That Ian.”