His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 221: The Classroom Aide

Moana

Even though I half expected to hate the bodyguard who Edrick supposedly found for me, I actually wound up liking my new bodyguard, Kat, quite a lot. During my interview with her, I found out that she was funny and sweet, and she got along well with Ella and loved kids in general. She really seemed perfect — almost too good to be true. Although I still didn’t like the idea of being followed around by a bodyguard all day, I figured that if I had to choose one, then I would choose Kat.

The next morning, I returned to work with Kat and Ella by my side. The headmistress and everyone else were under the impression that Kat was just a medical aide that my doctor wanted me to keep nearby due to pregnancy complications, and I preferred to keep it that way. If news got out that the late bloomer with all of the mysterious absences from work was walking around now with an undercover bodyguard, then it would only create more of a fuss over me. I was already despised enough by most of the other teachers as it was, and I could only imagine what it would be like if they all figured out that I was being sent to work with a bodyguard because I was having crazy PTSD episodes due to the soap opera that was my life.

After the first class of the day, I was already happy to have Kat there. She was actually very helpful with the classroom duties, and it took a lot of stress off of me. By the time that Ella’s class came in, I was already feeling a lot better to be back at work. In fact, in between classes I even found myself talking to Kat quite a bit, and I had to admit that it felt nice to have someone at work who I could talk to since the other teachers seemed to collectively decide that I was a danger to be around. By the middle of Ella’s class, I had almost completely forgotten about my dream and my drawings as well, and everything felt normal for a little bit.

However, I quickly noticed that Ella was sitting by herself that day. Her little group of friends that she was normally stuck to like glue were sitting on the opposite side of the room, and every so often I would catch them giving her dirty looks or whispering. Ella kept her head down and just paid attention to her coloring, but I could tell that it was bothering her.

still thought that I was bad luck because I was a late bloomer, and if they thought that Ella was my biological daughter, there was no doubt in my mind that they saw her as a pariah

…

be a good time to talk to her about it. After I finished reading her bedtime story, I closed the book and set it down on the bedside table before leaning over

eyes peeking out over her blanket. I took in a deep, ragged breath, then reached out and

she didn’t want to talk

can be honest with me,” I said. “If you had a fight or anything, I promise you won’t get in trouble. I just want to

aren’t my friends anymore,” she said wistfully. “That’s what

felt my heart sink. “Why, love?”

weirdo who’s the kid of a freak. Since first you were a human

the other kids because of me. Because they thought that I was her biological mother, and therefore that something was wrong with her. She had a chance to be a normal kid, but now it was ruined because of me. Tears came to my eyes just at the thought of it, and I bowed my head for a moment

up then and was surprised to see that she didn’t look sad at all; in fact, she was smiling. Suddenly, she

just so happy to have the best mom ever. You’re