Page 36 of Stalker Daddy

Fia can’t simply drop everything and become a hermit because I didn’t like the way a man looked at her.Her loyalty runs deeper than her own family roots, and she would never betray me, and it’s not that I don’t trust her; it’s the thought process of a man’s brain.

I’m a man, and I know exactly what I see when I look at her.The love of my life—talented and beautiful—is pregnant with our second child, and it triggers the primitive action of wanting to start a family,

I despise those men who think they can sweet my darling away as if the ring on her finger didn’t mean anything.

“We would love to meet Mrs.Nash.”The man sitting in front of me with his son and wife smiles as the boy kicks his legs in excitement.

“Yeah, I want to meet her!”

Not many people know that Fia is married to me because she kept her family name, and she wanted to keep the hope in her heart that her family would one day accept her for who she is.

I regard the family for a moment and debate if that is a good idea.Ever since Fia had dazzled every soul with the performance that proudly titled her ‘Musician of the Year’.She had gotten so many offers to play in grand halls.

We had two amazing years of traveling and gifting people the honor of hearing her beautiful violin.Then we decided to settle down, and she wanted to continue her career as a violinist through performances and opening up a studio to teach those who want to learn.

There is no age limit because she will teach anyone who wants to learn and wants to find their calling through her.She had inspired many who wanted to start, became the reason for the rekindled flame of passion, and lifted up the burden of old age on those who thought the chance was beyond their grip.

Fia is their new hope and the sweetheart of the city, and that comes with more admirers than I can handle.

“We would like to make a sizable donation to your studio,” the man adds quickly when I keep quiet.

Fia and I are doing more than fine, considering we are living in an expensive city, but it wouldn’t hurt to have extra funding to help out others who need it.Fia always wants to make sure that her students can have equal opportunities to learn without having financial restraints on them.

It’s why she has asked me to take in donations no matter how questionable it is, but if it’s illegal, then it’s best to not accept them.If it's just a wealthy parent attempting to enroll their child in her classes, there's no reason not to accept them.

“She’s in class right now,” I say as I look over to the clock on the clock.

The boy pouts to his mother, and she tries to calm him down by whispering incentives to him when they get home.

This isn’t the first time I have seen spoiled brats come in and demand everybody to go with their whims.

“When can we see her?”the father asks.

Just as I am about the answer, the entire studio is filled with gentle music and absolute serenity.This is the piece that helps students who have difficulty focusing due to the chemical imbalance in their brains, and Fia uses this music piece to bring peace to them.

By the synchronization of the violins, I’d say it’s more than one student playing it, and if I were to guess, it’s the entire student population using this piece.

I stand up from behind the office desk that I use when I deal with new students and donors, but it’s the best place to make sure the security in the building is up and running.I’m the co-owner of this studio, and I’m also the head of security along with several hired men who had passed my tests before working.

Cyrus is one of them, but he had special treatment from Fia, he didn’t need the extra screening to start working.

“What’s going on?”the mother shrills as her child jumps up to follow me.

I open the door, and I’m greeted by students lined up in the hall with their violins pulling notes out of the strings.The family in my office walks out, and the path to Fia is parted by smiling students.

I am not aware that today is any more special than yesterday.It’s not our anniversary, nor is it any of our birthdays, and it’s not a holiday, so I’m at a loss as to what the motive behind this performance is.

I step into the massive directing hall and find students in their seats, violins bringing the silence to life as my wife sits in the middle of the room with her hands around her pregnant stomach.Her small hands rub the bump and her eyes close at the melody as she smiles with her students.

“Wow!”the boy behind me exclaims with admiration.

His mother hushes him, but it’s too late when the music stops.Everyone glances at us, eyes wide and curious as to what is happening.The father behind me clears his throat and mutters an apology to everyone before getting my attention with my name.

I wait until Fia leaves her chair and begins to walk to me to look at him.I feel her hand on my back with a gentle stroke up my spine before shaking hands with the family.

“Hello!”she greets, teeth gleaming with pleasantries on her lips.“Are you here to enroll?”

The couple is taken aback by her smile and sputters quietly, but their voice is swallowed by their son’s loud squawk.

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