Private Finished Am I In The Right Place?

Fehralyn was a warrior. She had been up against countless enemies and made all of them bleed. She had been before thousands of soldiers and struck both fear, respect and inspiration in their hearts. She had shaped young minds and taught them the way of war and conflict. She had read all the books in the imperial library, half of them twice.
Fehralyn was nothing but qualified to teach a classroom full of teens, both ready and not ready to learn.
But despite all that why was she unsure?

Naturally Fehralyn didn't show her nervousness, as she made her way down the hall in the academy. She knew better than to show weakness before those that had all the power to judge her and crush her spirit. But inside she was going through her course plan like it was a battle tactic, analyzing weak spots and putting in different scenarious and seeing how flexible it was. Fehralyn's plan was, to her opinion, perfect. Perhaps it had slightly too many details, but they were there to assure she was ready for anything.
Now Fehr only needed to find the classroom.

Fehralyn kept her eyes on the doors and signs above them, that indicated the numbers of the rooms. Fehralyn's class was 1306. Her class wasn't in another few hours, but she had checked that the class was empty. Fehr wanted to scout the battlefield, so to say, and check the positions of the seats and from what part of the room her voice carried best. Basic things, really.
Out of ever developing habit Fehr moved her hand to cover her stomach, when someone accidentally bumped into her and apologized.

Fehr arrived on the door to classroom 1306, and she opened the door without reservations. Only to find a foreign older gentleman by the teacher's desk. Fehr frowned slightly, leaned to check the room number and saw it indeed was 1306.
"Excuse me, this is room 1306, am I correct?"
Fehr asked the older man, she distantly remembered her from her first briefing, he was a teacher as well.

Miss Daidel. Was Fehr going to have to get used to being called that? She didn't enjoy being called miss, or missus, or ma'am or anything of the sort.
"Please, call me Fehralyn or Fehr. We are colleagues, after all."
Fehr said and stepped properly into the room and took a quick look around. It was smaller than she had expected.
"And I'm fine, thank you. You are...Mr. Noel Sinterklaas, correct? You teach ancient mythology. It's nice to properly meet you."
Fehr walked closer to Noel and offered her hand for a handshake.
"I'm sorry if I interrupted anything, I merely wanted to see the classroom and set up before my first class."

This man was friendly, very friendly and warm, as was his handshake. Fehr could've almost described him as jolly, and she automatically answered his smile. Although when Noel started talking about father's and...him(?) Fehr looked at him with a confused expression. But she lost her chance to ask what he meant before he started explaining about last names. That moved the conversation away from Fehr's confusion, at least for now.
"I have never dwelled in the intricacies of surnames, but I do know they are necessary. Without them history would have countless Johns or Marks or Davids that left their mark in developing the current way we know the world, but we would have no ways to give them credit."
For a moment Fehr wondered why she was debating surnames.

Fehr did not miss the eyebrow, and she could see the shade of curiosity in Noel's energy as he looked at Fehr's stomach. She sighed internally, she was appreciative of the tact people had around the subject. But Fehr was eventually starting to grow tired of people treating her and her pregnancy like they were made of porcelain. Fehr was a soldier, or she used to be, and she was anything but fragile. Both body and mind.
"Can I help you with that? Like you said, I still have some time before my class, I'm in no hurry."
Fehr asked, although she was quite sure that Noel was going to refuse her. That wouldn't hurt Fehr's pride, and it could also give Noel the chance to make assumptions about her being pregnant. Fehr had considered just outright saying it, but she wanted to avoid being rude to a colleague.

Fehr couldn't say she wasn't surprised, when Noel did give her the chance to assist him. Well, she couldn't say if it counted as assisting, but Fehr would do any small task if she was the first one to offer help. Especially since these days no one let her help with anything slightly physical because of her...state.
"Gladly."
Was all Fehr answered before getting to work. She went to the blackboard and wiped it clean with efficient, long movements. Her stomach bumped against the board when Fehr reached up to wipe the very top of the blackboard, leaving a white stain on his black shirt where her stomach was.

Next Fehr went on and put the books on the shelf as asked. That she finished quickly, since the books were in a simple alphabetical order by the author's last name.
"There we go, all done. You are welcome."
Fehr turned and sent a small nod and smile at him.
"Also, just so it can stop bothering me, yes, I am pregnant."
Fehr said suddenly as she approached Noel again.

Upon Noel's apology Fehr shook her head and set her own equipment on the teacher's desk.
"There is no need for you to apologize, when you were simply being considerate. My pregnancy is just a fact, soon enough it will be so clear people won't need to even ask anymore."
Fehr smiled slightly and opened her battle pla-, I mean, course plan, which was a folder that was thicker than any law book.

"I'm due sometime in next year's May or June. Although I cannot be entirely sure."
Fehr answered. She was 5 months pregnant, but her kind usually carried their offspring about a year compared to the 9 months humans carried. Although Fehr's child was half god, thus the uncertainty.