His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 160: A Scene Worth Painting

Moana

On the day of the painting class, Ella and I were both elated. Edrick kept his promise and took the day off of work, and after breakfast we were on our way.

The class was held in a beautiful park in the uptown area of the city by a lake. Edrick parked the car on the street and we each held one of Ella’s hands as we walked over. I couldn’t help but smile as we approached, with my plein air easel folded up and tucked under my arm. The air that day was beautiful with a nice breeze, and as we approached the little lake I could see that it was teeming with all sorts of wildlife: ducks swimming around in search of breadcrumbs, little frogs jumping off of lily pads, and turtles sunning themselves on floating logs. The lake was surrounded by large weeping willow trees whose long fronds swayed in the breeze. It really was like a picture straight out of a storybook.

As we approached, there was already a group of other families gathered by the picnic area. A woman was standing at the front of the group and setting up a demonstration easel facing the lake, and while she did, I noticed that the other children were running around like wild little animals.

I didn’t blame the children for acting so rambunctiously. There was a spread laid out on one of the tables filled with all kinds of fruit and sweets, and it seemed as though the children already had their fair share of sugar. Even Ella, who normally would have been excited to play with other kids, halted in her tracks and looked up at Edrick and me with an apprehensive look on her little face. Even she was a bit taken aback by the sheer amount of energy surrounding the place; it seemed like some of the parents were genuinely trying to wrangle their children, but some other parents also seemed to be ignoring their kids as though this was more of a romantic date for them to go on while their kids could run amok around the lake.

“Hello!” the teacher called, waving at us excitedly as we walked up to join the group. She looked down at my easel, and her smile widened. “It looks like you brought your own supplies! Are you a painter?”

human fiancee, their half-breed daughter and the half-breed baby growing in her belly. With our security guard standing a little ways away and the fact that our faces had been plastered all over the news recently, I knew that

to the teacher’s question. “I wouldn’t consider myself much of an artist,

“She’s really good at art! She even teaches me

today I’ll let your mommy step in to teach the class.” She said it in a joking manner, but it made

Edrick’s. I was slightly

didn’t seem to be working since most of the parents weren’t paying much attention. I felt a little bit

when Edrick and Ella both shot me a concerned look almost

the verge of wrestling in the dirt next to the lake, “it’s time to start painting. Don’t you want to have a

didn’t know why, although now that I knew I was a werewolf I had begun to wonder if it was an ability of mine. But pacifying children wasn’t a werewolf ability that I had ever heard of, so I simply figured that it was just because of my experience with children. I had, after all, been the one child to help Sophia around the orphanage a lot while I was growing up and I had always enjoyed taking care of the younger

I said with a smile.

join their parents, and as they did, the teacher, Edrick, and many of the other parents looked at me with shock. I felt a bit embarrassed by the attention as I made my way back over to my easel, but I was just glad that we

paint a scene of the lake in front of us. She began by teaching everyone how to paint the perspective of the lake, using simple

so hard on their paintings, and I noticed now for the first time that they were both left-handed. Between the little bow on Ella’s sun hat and the way that Edrick’s white shirt rippled in the breeze, it was too beautiful of a scene

a little

lot of fun. The other children turned out to be little angels now that they were calm, and Ella even seemed to make friends. When we were finished, the teacher came around and looked at everyone’s paintings. She stopped in front of everyone’s easels and pointed out to the class how beautifully they did — she even did the same in front of a toddler’s easel, which was just a giant splotch

at my painting. Her eyes widened a bit as she looked at what I had painted; I had painted the lake, of course, but I also added Ella and Edrick in the

teacher looked over

too humble earlier. I love how you added something special to