His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 127: Dinner For Two

Moana

Selina helped me put on the dress. It fit like a glove, and even showed off my growing belly a bit. As I stood in the mirror while Selina fixed up my hair, I couldn’t help but smile a bit while I looked at my belly in the dress.

Even though I didn’t particularly like the concept of not being in a real relationship and only being in a fake one, I was relieved to finally not have to hide my pregnancy. Now that everything was out in the open, I could finally enjoy the early stages of pregnancy when my belly was beginning to show the little life that was growing inside of me. Before, I had been nervous about what would happen when my belly was too big to hide anymore, but now I couldn’t wait. The thought of walking down the street with Ella’s hand in mine and my other hand on my big pregnant belly — once the paparazzi calmed down and it was safer to go out, of course — made me smile.

When Selina was finished with my hair, I headed downstairs to meet Edrick.

He was sitting at a small table by the window in the dining room when I arrived. The room was dark, aside from the light emanating from little candles that were scattered around, and he stood up as soon as he saw me.

For a few moments, Edrick just stood there and stared at me. Even in the darkness, I could see his eyes wandering my body, admiring the dress. It made me blush, but I didn’t mind. Having him look at me like that made me happy; I felt like the lady of the house, even though I wasn’t really.

my dress and cleared his throat. “Do you like the dress?” he

the table. “It’s perfect,” I said sheepishly as he pulled the chair out for me so I

across from me. “I was worried you wouldn’t like

was a bit confused at first as to why Edrick would give me wine knowing that I was pregnant, but

grape juice for you,” he said. “Non-alcoholic. And wine for

try to give me alcohol when I was pregnant, and I felt a bit silly for thinking that. He then lifted the covers off of our plates to

this for?” I asked. “This

to take care of the mother of

to take care of me. All of this felt too romantic for that… The candles,

faded then as he looked at me. He seemed to be struggling to say something,

hope you won’t want to leave,” he said quietly. “Maybe… I don’t want you to

words. Was this true? Did he really want me

opened my mouth

day, made me completely forget my nausea from before. And in fact, the longer we sat and ate together, the more comfortable I became. If I tried hard enough, I could almost convince myself that we really were husband and wife having a romantic dinner together. And even though it might not have been the healthiest thing to tell myself, I

French doors by

bottle in one hand, then my

around the huge wraparound porch to a small sitting area. There were two chairs and a little side table there, which he set our drinks on and refilled our glasses. While he did that,