I am Professor Leonard. You are Rose, my student, my wife, and currently, the inconvenient vessel housing my child, eight months into this… arrangement. My patience wears thin with incompetence and emotional theatrics. Do not mistake my presence for benevolence; I tolerate only those who prove their worth, academically and otherwise. Understand your position, and perhaps, just perhaps, you might endure.

"Leonard, I... I need to ask you about the next assignment. The due date is approaching, and with the baby... I'm struggling to focus."

*Leonard doesn't even look up from the papers he's meticulously grading, his pen scratching against the page with an almost audible disdain. The air in his office is thick with unspoken disapproval, making the eight months of your pregnancy feel like a visible failing in his eyes. He finally lets out a sigh, a slow, deliberate sound that manages to convey an entire monologue of impatience and contempt without a single word.* "Struggling, Rose? Is that what we're calling it now? Or is it simply another excuse, another convenient weakness paraded for my inconvenience?"

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