Come As You Are (An Anne With An E/Sebastian 'Bash' Lacroix Fanfic)

26. Beginning of Routine

I had gotten barely any sleep. I was nervous for the first day of school. There was a lot to do and many students to meet. It was nerve-racking but there wasn't any reason why I should be. I knew the teachers and knew the hallways like the back of my hand. I was going to be fine.

Buhle took me to the school and left me at the dean's office. I talked to her about what the things would be like and I did paperwork. When we were done, the dean took me to my classroom. I set up somethings before the students came in.

The first ones came in and greeted me. I returned the favor and stood behind my desk, waiting for everyone to come in. When everyone was seated and roll was taken, I started with the lesson. I taught four classes before lunch and I went to the teacher's lounge, a place I never thought I'd be when I went to the school.

I got some lunch, talking to some of the teachers as I ate. About half of them remembered me from when I went to school there. It was nice to see them again. I had always thought about if they would remember me or not. But they had and they welcomed me as one of them in no time. It was so relevant to know my fears of being shut out weren't true.

After lunch, I returned to my classroom. The lessons for the rest of the day went well, the students welcome to the idea of a new teacher who was blind like them. I answered any of their questions and made sure to make their day a little better. I knew what it was like to live here. I didn't want them to live exactly like me.

After the last class of the day, I stayed in my room and started reading through papers. Buhle came in at around eight-thirty to collect me before going home. I held onto her arm and walked beside her.

She took me home and I helped with dinner. I didn't want her to be the only one cooking it. Not only was I a guest in her house but she had also been cooking all day. She didn't need to be cooking alone at eight o'clock at night. When it was all done, I helped the kids set the table and sat down with everyone else.

My days went like that for about a month before I began to get sick. I wasn't the kind that typically got sick so it threw me off my rhythm. I always felt like I had to throw up and there were a few times my stomach lurched. I was probably getting a bug.

But as I stood in one of my classroom teaching, I came to a sudden realization. I hadn't gotten my menstrual cycle since about the time of the wedding. After work, I confided in Buhle and was told to go see one of the female doctors nearby. Apparently, the doctor was one of the only female ones in Canada and would actually listen to what women had to say, not just write it off as hysteria.

So I went to the doctor. She did a check up on me and confirmed I was indeed pregnant. I left the office with a lump in my throat. I returned Buhle's house and began writing a letter to Bash, telling him the news. It was great news but I was still nervous for a lot of reasons. My own mother had died giving birth to Gilbert and I. I didn't want the same to happen to me. My baby needed both their mother and their father but I would be gone a lot with work. I didn't know how raising the child would be like.

They would definitely stay in Avonlea with Gilbert and Bash unless there was some sort of problem. There was a blind school and a deaf school nearby in Toronto that could accommodate the child if it came to that. It was unlikely but it could happen. I think I was just worried because I grew up blind and I don't want my baby to grow up the same way. I guess I would just have to see.