She was the student. He was the teacher.
She was just a schoolgirl. He was just a professor.
She had a thing for him. He was interested in her.
She was young. He was older.
It wasn't her idea. It was his.
She didn't expect it. He hoped for it.
She liked it. He loved it.
She felt dirty after. He felt scared after.
She feared for her body. He feared for his job.
She got the news two weeks later. So did he.
She cried. He paced.
She balled into his sleeve. He rubbed her back.
She didn't know what to do. He did.
She didn't want to. He said they didn't have a choice.
She packed. He packed.
She left a note. He left a letter.
She got on the train. He followed.
She saw the new town. He hugged her.
She signed for the mirage. He signed next to her signature.
She was getting bigger. He was caring for her.
She felt it break. He grabbed the keys.
She pushed. He held her hand.
She cried. He wiped her forehead.
She felt great pain. He whispered loving words into her ear.
She heard it cry. He saw it.
She cried. He cried.
She held it. He kissed its forehead.
She fell asleep with it in her arms. He took it and held it.
She slept. He snuggled it in his arms.
She held its hands as it walked. He videotaped it.
She bought it booties. He playfully scoffed.
She kissed him. He kissed her.
She put the baby to bed. He wrapped his arms around her.
She laid under the covers. He laid next to her.
She felt his hand intertwine with hers. He pulled her closer.
She rested her head on his chest. He closed his eyes.
She felt his heart beat. He fell asleep to the sound of their breaths.
She smiled to herself as she began drifting off. He smiled to himself.
She mumbled out words. He said them.
"I love you, Cameron."