My Son's Teacher // Short Story

Part 1.0
 
Drake’s POV

Today, was parent, teacher conferences at my son, Devin’s, school. A few months ago, we moved back to Toronto after my wife died. We tried to stay in Atlanta, but it just wasn’t the same without her. I could tell it weighed heavy on my 7 year old son. Everyone constantly asking him how he was doing, or do you miss your mom, etc. We just needed a new start. 

So, I packed up our house and moved back to my hometown.

Checking the time on my watch, I saw I had to leave my business meeting in five minutes to make it to his school on time. I smiled at a thought that came to mind, Alyssa always stressed being on time. God, do I miss her, but I think she would be proud and happy that we moved, well at least I’m hoping.

I put some of my papers and folders back into my briefcase before excusing myself out of the meeting. During the elevator ride down to the parking garage where my Acura was, I tried to prepare myself for meeting her. It was a her, my son raved about her, saying I would love her. I haven’t seen him this happy since Alyssa died.

Ever since Alyssa death, I refused to date other women. I mean I’ve met them and we talked for a little bit, but nothing advanced. I don’t know why, I guess I think I’m cheating on her in some way or being disrespectful.

On the way to his elementary school, I couldn’t think of a reason as to why I had to meet his teacher. Devin never acted up in class, he followed directions, listened and paid attention. 
He shows me his grades for his ‘tests’ and projects and they are always A’s or B’s.

Wait, am I really trying to find a reason to get out of this. What’s wrong with me? This is for my son. Maybe it’s because Alyssa would always do this. God, why do I keep thinking about Alyssa today? Don’t get me wrong, I think about her everyday, but this is extreme.

I pulled into the parking lot of the school, got out and walked through the doors to my son’s classroom. I politely knocked on the door before entering.

“Oh hi! Are you here for parent teacher conferences?”

“Y-Yeah. I’m Devin’s father, Drake” I stuttered, being caught off guard by her immense beauty not to mention her curves. She was stunning. Perfect smile. Glowing caramel skin. 
Dark long hair. Dimples. She was warm and inviting. All my thoughts of Alyssa dispersed, which made me more nervous than I already was.

“Hi, Drake, it’s nice to meet you, I’m Ms. Maraj.”