His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 93: Regrets

Edrick

I was passing by Ella’s room when I overheard Moana and Ella talking, and my heart sank a little when I heard Ella’s question.

“Um… Do you think that you and my daddy really will get married one day?” she asked, no doubt because of the children at the orphanage thinking that Moana and I were engaged.

There was a long pause; I almost considered going in there and talking to Ella myself as I wasn’t quite sure how well Moana would handle it, especially after how upset she’d been that morning, but it turned out that I didn’t need to.

“Sometimes things just don’t work out that way,” Moana finally replied. Her voice was soft and gentle.

“Well… Why not?” Ella asked. “In all of my fairytales and princess movies, the boy and the girl always fall in love and get married and live happily ever after.”

Another pause.

your fairytales or princess movies,” Moana said after several long moments. “But that’s okay. I promise that

to Ella. She could have easily said something sarcastic or backhanded because of how angry she was with me for what happened that morning, but she didn’t tarnish my daughter’s perception of me. Honestly, did I even deserve that? Sometimes I wondered if Ella should know that her father was…

light flick off in the room followed by the sound of Moana’s footsteps approaching. I didn’t have time to move out of the way before she opened

face grim and cold, “I didn’t know

to say goodnight,”

She then stepped out of my way, avoiding my gaze, and headed toward her room — but

standing behind her as she opened her

as to whether she wanted to speak to me or not, and I understood that, but at the same time I felt as though I had a right to explain myself. She got some seriously wrong ideas about me

stepped in. I followed and closed the door behind

bit annoyed still by her harsh attitude, but I decided to push my own angry thoughts down to at

this morning that I need to

asked, raising an eyebrow. “Was that your perfume, then? Or am I not allowed to ask or care, even though I’m carrying your baby

before responding. “First of all, I’m sorry that I fell asleep like that on the couch,” I said. “I had a drink at the bar, and then I finished off that whiskey bottle when I got home, but I was only exhausted… Not drunk.” I really wasn’t drunk that night; Moana didn’t seem to believe me, but I kept going anyway. “Furthermore, I didn’t sleep

her for a moment as she glared up at me. As I stood in front of her, even from a bit of a distance, I realized how small she was despite the air of indignant confidence she was trying to put across. She almost seemed to be unintentionally making herself smaller with

my head, then sighed and stared down at the floor. Admittedly, I didn’t want the truth to

did sleep with someone,” I admitted. “At the bar. I came close, but…

I looked back up, Moana’s eyes were wide. She no longer had her arms folded across her chest and now had them hung at her sides, where

and almost childlike. Even in the dim light of her room, I could see that tears were beginning