His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 32: Sweet as Sugar
Moana

The children all began to cheer once Edrick agreed to stay longer so that we could make cookies. I lifted my gaze from Clara to see the Alpha billionaire standing in front of me, but he wasn’t looking at me; he was looking at the children.

We all made our way down to the kitchen. I lingered at the back of the group, still in utter shock as I tried to wrap my head around Edrick’s sudden change in demeanor. Had the tour of the orphanage and seeing how disadvantaged children lived given him a bit of compassion?

Once we were in the kitchen, I put on an apron and started to get out the ingredients to make the cookies while the children watched hungrily, licking their lips in anticipation for the sweet taste of sugar in their mouths.

“Do you like to bake, Mr. Morgan?” Clara asked, standing on her tiptoes as she gripped the edge of the counter to see.

“No,” Edrick replied, avoiding eye contact with the little girl. “I don’t.”

“Not even cookies?”

“No, not even cookies,” Edrick said. Then, in a slightly lower voice: “I’ve never baked anything.”

The children erupted into gasps, causing me to stifle a laugh. “Here,” I said, grabbing an extra apron and tossing it to Edrick. “I’ll teach you.” Edrick caught the apron and gave me a puzzled look while the children exploded with a chorus of giggles.

“I think I’d just mess it up,” he replied. “You can do it.”

arms across my chest. “There will be no cookies if Mr. Morgan doesn’t help,” I said, to which all of the children began to protest loudly, some even going so far as to push Edrick toward me with their tiny hands, begging

his suit jacket and put the apron on, coming over to me. Without thinking, I reached out and rolled

of protest became even louder as some of the boys even went so

hot. Next, I showed Edrick which ingredients to pour into the bowl, and how much of

into this bowl,” I said, “and the

an entire army. Sophia took half of the children as a group, helping them to roll the dough into little balls and place them on the trays, while

taken a liking to him, which reminded

as he rolled a ball

have

“I do,” Edrick replied.

a moment, sticking her tongue out to the side a bit as she focused on rolling a wa d of cookie dough into a misshapen ball between her tiny hands, then slapped it down on the tray with an unprecedented amount of force for such a small girl.

but

interjected from across the

Sorry, Mr. Morgan.” Clara drooped her shoulders and dug into the bowl of cookie dough to grab another

with unexpected honesty in his eyes. “My dad doesn’t always think that boys should do the same things that girls do,” he said. “So, I grew up thinking that if I tried to ask to do things like bake with

baking and doing traditionally feminine things, but I also had all of the opportunities

cookie dough in his mouth, suddenly spoke up. “That’s dumb,” he said, his

after the little boy.

children erupted into laughter again. When

…

I to the door; we hadn’t realized it, but we had been there so

we stood in the doorway. “Your donation means the world to us. We’ve really been struggling lately — the government isn’t so generous with their money when it comes to human orphanages like this one. I really thought–” I watched as Sophia blinked back a few

and squeezed Sophia’s arm. Edrick fell silent and appeared to be thinking, his brow furrowed almost