When There Is Nothing Left But Love

I officially took my first bar exam at the end of April.

By the second month, my belly was already starting to show rather obvious signs of my pregnancy. But because of the cold weather, I was bundled up in a jacket which hid my belly quite well. Ashton was so worried that someone at the exam hall would mess up that he insisted on fetching me to the door of the exam hall. He only left reluctantly when the invigilator stopped him from entering.

It had been a while since I had taken an exam of any kind. I looked at my ID and the stationery I had prepared and took a deep breath in an attempt to calm my nerves.

“Hi,” someone suddenly said. I turned to see a smiley young man standing next to me. When our gazes met, he bent down a little lower and nodded at me in a friendly manner.

“Are you talking to me?” I pointed at myself.

“Yes,” the man replied politely. He was standing about an arm’s length away from me, so I didn’t feel threatened at all. “It seems like you may have taken my spot.”

My smile froze and I felt my cheeks begin to heat up. “Is this not desk number 021?”

The font they had used for the numbers was rather thin and stretched out, so I accidentally mistook the “7” for a

seat back. “I’m sorry, I didn’t check properly.

man smiled, seeming relaxed. He pointed to the seat right next to desk 027 and said, “No worries.

that I had

happened. After walking toward my seat

Looks like we may be working together in

in such a political field, but I was still rather proud of myself for representing my country in a course like this. In order to keep the peace, I smiled and

was starting to worry about whether I could still remember all the things I had memorized

shook my hand politely before turning back and sitting up straight, waiting for the

checking each attendee for any possible cheating that would be against the rules. After a near-psychopathic level of thorough checking,