Bad teacher▪C.B

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Short chapter

"I can't believe you actually tried to buy the trap house," you giggle as you walk into the house the boys actually bought. It was big like the trap house but wasn't the trap house, if that makes sense.

"Yea Daniel was keen on the idea but they had already sold it. Then he showed up at the door and tried to buy it from the new owners," Corbyn laughs then takes your hand and pulls you up the stairs. "Our room is the master."

You walk by Corbyn's side to the end of the hall and he slowly pushes the door open. Revealing the already furnished room. It was nice.

"It isn't for sure done yet because we can add whatever we want. But we have our own bathroom. Walk in closet. And it opens up into the babies room so we are right next door," Corbyn opens the sliding door to the small but cute baby room.

"I love it," you say excitedly jumping into Corbyn's arms. "But what about your teaching job?" I ask.

"Forget about that I quite. And anyway I wasn't even certified to be a teacher. Never even went to college," Corbyn mumbles the last part into your neck. You pull away as you hear Zach running toward the room.

"What no fair I want this room Jack!" He exclaims loudly so everyone hears. "That is no fair!" I stamps back down the hallway and down the stairs.

You giggle and peck Corbyn's lips softly. His hands slide up and cup your cheeks softly pulling you closer. He pulls away for air resting his head on yours.

"I love you so much thankyou for everything baby," He whispers. "And for our little peanut."

His hand snakes under your shirt hovering over your stomach. His hand is cold and it sends shivers down your spine.

Corbyn's smile grows. Today is the day that you and him are finally going in for the first appointment. To not only see the baby but also hear the heart beat. Corbyn kisses you again and pulls his hand off your stomach to caress your waist.
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"Miss y/l/n and Mr. Besson," a lady with short brown hair says. You and Corbyn stand up and the girl looks up from her clip board with a warm smile. "Right this way. By the way I'm doctor Peach."

She leads you to a room and you lay on the bed waiting. Corbyn's hand grasps yours the entire time. It was comforting to say the least as ur nerves where sky high.

"Okay y/n I need you to lift your shirt. This is going to be cold and feel weird at first," she says coming into the room and shutting the door behind her.

She puts some sort of clear jell on your stomach of which you don't know the name of. Then some machine to rub it around. It sent real time video to the screen.

"That's our peanut," Corbyn points to the dot that is almost not visible if you didn't know it was baby. Corbyn gasps as the heartbeat echoes through the room.

"T-That's our baby-" tears stream down both yours and Corbyn's cheeks. His hand tightens around yours.

"It is," Corbyn says.

"I'm going to print each of you a photo of the ultrasound and then wipe off this gel," doctor Peach says.

The whole time Corbyn was filming both his and your reactions. He wanted to make memories that you can look back on. And at the end of the pregnancy make a montage.

The gel is wiped away and you take the photo's. Giving one to Corbyn.

"This is a pamphlet that tells you everything you need to know. From the size of the baby each week to what your next appointment is. You can keep track in here see I already wrote one for 2 weeks from today," she points at the calender.

"Will do thankyou so much." You and Corbyn make your way outside hand in hand with huge smiles on your faces. This is what really makes you happy. Being with the man you love. And getting the special moment's.