His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

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Both Ella’s and my eyes widened when Edrick came out into the dining room early the next morning and announced his plans.

“Get dressed, both of you,” he said. “We’re going to look at a school today.”

Ella’s jaw dropped. “A school?!” she shrieked, jumping up from her chair excitedly. “Really?”

Edrick nodded with a slight smile. “Yep. We’re gonna look into sending you to school like all of the other kids. Would you like that?”

With a wide, ecstatic grin, Ella nodded vehemently and ran over to her father. She threw her little arms around his legs and hugged him tightly. “Yes, daddy!” she shouted. “I really really want to go to school!”

me smile, and I could tell that Edrick was trying — and failing — to hide a smile of his own. “Go get

sound of her tripping, falling, and skidding across the floor on her

you really did think about it,

“You were right. Ella does belong in school, and she deserves to socialize with other kids. Besides… With the baby coming, having her at school during the day will be a good thing

necessarily agree with that last point — I was confident that I could easily handle both a baby and Ella on my own, so long as I had just a little help — but I wasn’t about to argue with Edrick. I was

me happy, and so we walked to meet the headmistress. Ella walked between us,

for fruit and vegetables. As we walked up the long pebble pathway to the front door, an elderly woman stepped out onto the front stoop and waved to us. She had long white hair that was piled into a neat bun on top of her head, and

morning!” the old woman said with a bright smile. “You must be Mr. Morgan, Miss Ella, and…” she turned toward

holding out my hand. The

she replied, then turned and held open the heavy wooden door for us. “Come on in. Let’s start your

spry woman for her age, and scurried around the school with ease as she showed us everything. The inside of the school was even more lovely, with tile floors, high ceilings, and a lot of natural light. There was a gymnasium, auditorium, countless classrooms, a cafeteria, a beautiful inner courtyard with a fountain, and plenty of recreation spaces. She showed us the music room, the science lab, the daycare room,

is the art room,” the headmistress said, gesturing to a closed and rather dusty looking

and peered in through the window on the door to see a large, dark room with all of the furniture covered by white sheets. The curtains were closed and there were boxes everywhere, as

being used?” I asked, turning to face the

isn’t what it used to be,” she replied. “And by that

I frowned. “What happened?”

she said. “She was getting on in age. We haven’t found a good enough replacement, so unfortunately our art department is currently

department was nonexistent now put a bit of a damper on my opinion of the school. Of course it was out of the headmistress’s control, but I wanted