Meeting with the Professor

At the end of class I took my time making my way up to the front of the classroom. I always did, so that I could be the last one to talk to professor Omar. I waited patiently as a group of friends, who must study together, asked a couple questions. I slowly shuffled up to the professor, waiting for the door to close behind them when they finally left.

"Zaina." I smiled at her. She looked up from the papers she was shuffling. Normally when we were alone, she would finally drop the stressed out face that she always adopted by the end of class. She'd give me a big smile and we'd walk to her office together. Today was different, she still looked stressed.

"John." She sighed, "we need to talk." She finished packing her briefcase, and we left the room together. I kept pace with her as she speed-walked her way to her office, two floors up.

After we entered her office, I closed the door behind us, and locked it. "Zaina, what's-" I saw it when she looked at me again. It was the same look of fear she couldn't hide from me last semester when she found out her husband had been cheating on her. We had enjoyed our student-professor relationship before then, but that was the day things changed, and we had started sleeping together. I had a feeling things were about to change again. "Zaina, what's going on?" I asked, as nervous as she was scared.

"I think I'm pregnant." She dropped into her office chair, and put her head in her hands.

"I think I'm fucking pregnant."

"What? Seriously?" I sat down across from her. "And you," I paused, "you think-"

"Yeah."

"You're sure?"

"I haven't slept with my husband in 3 months."

"Fuck." I slumped back in my chair.

"Yeah. I haven't had my period since the start of summer."

"Fuck." We sat in silence for a few minutes before I spoke up again. "Couldn't it be stress? I thought that can happen to women when they're stressed. I mean, class was out, you were stuck in the house all summer with your dirtbag, cheating husband. I know you hated it, couldn't it be that?"

"I know! Just stop." She snapped at me. "Look, I know it could be that. Or something else, or I'm pregnant. But I've been waiting till this week because my husband is on a work trip, and I needed time to... take care of this while he's away." She took a deep breath before continuing, "I know it's a lot to ask, but I want you with me."

"Ok." I said solemnly.

"Ok? Then we need to go to the **** store first."

"Sounds good." We got up at the same time. I was ready to go, but Zaina went over to her bookshelf to check her makeup in a small mirror she had. I looked over her as she fixed her long, black, wavy hair. Zaina had a beautifully angled face, with high cheek bones just below her deep brown eyes. Her waist was as small as I could imagine it would be, given her perfect proportions. And she new how to accentuate herself perfectly, her outfits were always perfectly designed to be professional, but elegant. If I had to, I'd have guessed she was in her early thirties, but I knew her perfect and flawless skin might be tricking me.

When she was ready, we headed to the parking garage behind the building. I checked that no one was around, then got in the passenger seat of her Mercedes. I could tell the dark tint on the windows would protect our privacy.

As we left campus I asked, "When did your husband leave town?"

"Yesterday morning."

"Do you want to take the test at my place or yours?"

"I don't want to go home right now. Do you mind?"

"Not at all. The CVS on 25th is closest to me."

After stopping at the **** store, Zaina drove us back to my place. She knew the way, our rendezvous had ended at my place many times. She used the garage door opener I had given her to park in the open space next to me. We headed inside, and after I gave her a hug and some encouragement, she went to the restroom to take her pregnancy test.