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.

fairytales or princess movies,” Moana said after several long moments. “But that’s okay. I promise that we’ll all still have our happily ever after… It’ll just

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… Not the man she thought I was. I couldn’t help but wonder, either, if Ella would always feel a

there, I saw the 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 the door

her face grim and cold, “I didn’t know

was just coming to say goodnight,” I

my way, avoiding my gaze,

behind her as she opened her bedroom door,

still on the doorknob. She seemed to be unsure 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

her door and stepped in. I followed and closed the door behind us. “What is it?” she asked as

a bit annoyed still by her harsh attitude, but I decided to push my own angry thoughts down to at least try to have a civil

this morning that I need to set

not allowed to ask or care, even though I’m carrying your baby in

few choice words that I wanted to say in response to that, but I chose to take the high road instead and took a deep breath 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

of a distance, I realized how small

head, then sighed and stared down at the floor. Admittedly, I didn’t want the truth to come out now… But it had

bar. I came close,

She no longer had her arms folded across her chest and now had them hung at her sides, where she was clenching and unclenching her fists. Whether it was out of anger, frustration, hurt, or

now sounded small and almost childlike. Even in the dim