Strange fireworks

I looked up, and there he was—my man, Drake. All eyes were on him as he strode in, exuding an aura of charm and confidence, especially with his sunglasses accentuating his handsome features. A smile crept across my face, reassured in my decision to be with him, despite the complication of carrying his child.

Throwing my arms around his neck, I pulled him into a tight hug, savoring the moment as he reciprocated with a lingering kiss. Giggles escaped me, feeling a sense of contentment, even as I noticed Alexander passing by with Anne, their faces clouded with evident displeasure. But their opinions mattered little to me; my happiness was all that mattered.

Hours later...

While other students made their way to the cafeteria, I steered Drake into the men's restroom, craving a moment of privacy.

"What's up?" he inquired as I locked the door behind us, his hand inching towards me, anticipating a romantic encounter.

"Stop, Drake. I need to discuss something serious," I stated firmly, hal