A Baby For My Professor
I asked and he chuckled.
"Why are you asking me? You should ask him yourself," he said with a teasing voice and I scoffed.
I knew his name started with a J, because on his name plate in his office, his initials were written there.
J. S. Hale.
"We're here," Dante finally announced, knocking on the door of the office.
When we got no response, Dante frowned. Quickly, he pushed the door open and hurried in. I went after him and stopped, my throat tightening.
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