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!”

tell that Edrick was trying — and failing — to hide a smile of his

falling, and skidding across the floor on her way, but she seemed fine. I stood, smiling, and placed my hands on

you really did think about it, huh?” I

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

just a little help — but I wasn’t about to argue with Edrick. I was just glad that he had decided to send Ella to school after all. It was about time

of us headed downstairs. It turned out that Edrick chose the school that was within walking distance, which made me happy, and so we walked to meet the headmistress. Ella walked between us, holding one of each of our hands, and it

the school was just as lovely as the pictures. It was an old building with tall windows, stone facades, and arched wooden doors. There was a playground out front with lots of shade from trees and plenty of playground equipment, and there was even a garden on the other side with planter boxes 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 wore an elegant suit jacket with a matching pencil skirt. As we approached, I saw that she had the school

be Mr. Morgan, Miss Ella, and…” she turned toward

holding out my hand. The old

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

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, and the library, and before we knew it we had spent well over an hour just touring the

room,” the headmistress said, gesturing to a

dark room with all of the

it not being used?” I asked, turning to face

our art program isn’t what it used to be,” she

I frowned. “What happened?”

voice a bit. “Our beloved art teacher passed away a couple of years ago,” she said. “She was getting on in age. We haven’t found a good enough replacement, so unfortunately our

was out of the headmistress’s control, but I wanted to