His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 68: A New Page

Edrick

Now that the issue of Moana’s pregnancy was settled, in our household at least, I felt much more at peace than before. Ella seemed to get happier by the day, and would chatter away about her future sibling almost every night at dinner. The issue of figuring out how to best bring it up to my parents was still something I would have to deal with, but at least I had a little time; it’ wasn’t as though my father was walking around my penthouse and would see Moana’s growing belly, unlike Ella, who would’ve seen it happening before her very eyes. Part of me wanted to keep up the lie and tell my parents that I wasn’t the father, but I knew that it would be useless with Ella running around. Eight year olds don’t exactly make the best keepers of secrets.

Things seemed to settle down into a new normal over the next several days. The servants were kind to Moana and helped her whenever she needed it, but she was still mostly independent with her work. However, I couldn’t help but wonder if she would really still be considered a ‘nanny’ once she got further on in the pregnancy, and especially once she had the baby. I had the money to continue paying her for caring for Ella, of course, but I did wonder occasionally if it would be appropriate — especially once my family found out.

I just kept telling myself that we could cross that bridge when we came to it, though, and that bridge was still quite a ways away. I could take some time to think about the best plan of action as to how to address it when that time came.

I noticed that Moana seemed to be spending more time doodling in her sketchbook — well, not really doodling, as she was admittedly far better than that. Whenever she had some time to herself while Ella played or was busy with her violin and piano lessons, I would catch her sitting in some sunny corner with her sketchbook in her lap.

If I was being honest, it made me a bit curious. She seemed so focused on her drawings; what, exactly, was she drawing?

times, too. But I wasn’t only looking at her

would turn an even more fiery shade of red. And, as the pregnancy progressed, she seemed to have a maternal glow about her that made her even more beautiful. I caught her sometimes looking at me, too, and we’d both quickly look away at the same time with an

that was still burned into my memories of the morning that I found her sleeping with Ella. Sometimes, just thinking about it made me fall asleep, but most nights it

was carrying my child, she was still the same as before: my very human nanny. I couldn’t have any sort of romantic relationship

get myself a drink; maybe the alcohol would make the picture of her in the sunlight leave my

living room, barefoot in nothing but my pajama pants, and poured myself a glass of wine at the minibar. I sunk down into the

bottle, shuffling over to the kitchen to dump it

the whiskey, however, I noticed something: Moana’s bedroom door, which I could see from where I stood, was cracked open. The light was on. Something in me wanted to check to see

was no answer. Maybe she fell asleep

more and poked my head in,

bathroom door was open, and she wasn’t in there. I decided that she must have fallen asleep in Ella’s room, so I walked over to

saw her sketchbook lying on

myself; I set my glass of whiskey down on the side table and picked up the sketchbook, opening it. As I flipped through, I saw countless drawings of the city view

looked at it, taking in how beautifully she’d finished it. It was the finished drawing of Ella and I on the ferris wheel. Ella was sitting on my lap, pointing with her finger out over the crowd with a smile