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!”

smile, and I could tell that Edrick was trying — and failing — to hide a smile of his own. “Go get dressed, then,” he said. “We don’t have a lot of time. I told the headmistress we’d be

room. I thought I heard the sound of her tripping, falling, and skidding across the floor on her way, but she seemed fine. I stood, smiling, and placed my

did think about it,

kids. Besides… With the baby coming,

but I wasn’t about to argue with Edrick. I was just glad that he had decided to

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

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

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

I replied, holding out my hand. The old

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

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, and the library, and before we

room,” the headmistress said, gesturing to a closed and rather dusty looking door. “Well… It

furrowed my brow 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 though it was being used

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

isn’t what it used to be,” she

I frowned. “What happened?”

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,

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 to