Nanny and the Alpha Daddy

#Chapter 62: Like Mother and Daughter

Edrick

I couldn’t believe my ears.

Moana was pregnant, just as I had suspected… but she was pregnant with my child.

At first, I didn’t want to believe her, but the pleading look on her face told me all I needed to know. I could tell that she was being truthful — there was no doubt about it. But at the same time, I couldn’t quite tell if she was being truthful about her original intentions. Was this really just an accident, or did she intend on getting pregnant with my child from the beginning?

I thought back to the night that we had our one night stand as I walked back to my room. I was drunk that night, so the memory was hazy, but I remembered how she seemed to be unable to resist me in the back of the car. When I took her up to the hotel room I’d booked for her, she had practically leaped on me and began kissing me all over.

Don’t get me wrong: I couldn’t resist her either, for some strange reason. I normally had very few issues when it came to women, especially human women. But that night, I remembered wanting her just as much as she wanted me. Still, I couldn’t help but wonder if she knew exactly what she was doing that night, and I wondered if her intentions were impure.

After she told me that she was pregnant, I knew that I couldn’t live with myself if I sent her away or disowned both her and the child. Beyond the fact that I was too responsible to be an absent father, regardless of how I felt about the mother, I also knew how much Ella loved Moana. Ella had forced every Nanny we tried to hire out of our lives, but she had a special connection with Moana that I didn’t have the heart to break. Ella was the light of my life, and I couldn’t bear to send Moana away if it meant seeing Ella sad.

never go over well with my family, especially my father, but I also simply didn’t believe in marriage. After what happened with my mother and

that I wasn’t going to admit as well, I was excited about the prospect of having a little

her mother too early, and she was so incredibly tiny — but her personality was big. Right from the start, she was a fiery little ball of energy. I remembered, when I first held her, how she scrunched up her tiny nose and let out an ear-piercing wail, but then wrapped her tiny little hand around my forefinger and held it so tightly I thought

the moon to experience

but my father was a different story. Even with Ella, he

no telling how

…

some time with my daughter. As I emerged into the living room, I was surprised

to see her still fast asleep or even playing quietly with her stuffed animals — but as I stepped into her room and

might have been with Moana,

cracked open when I approached. Figuring

my chest as I looked over to see Moana still asleep, and beside her, wrapped tightly in her

the doorway and looked upon the scene in front of me. Sunlight was streaming in through the open window, casting a warm amber glow on Moana and my daughter. They slept so peacefully in each other’s arms that it was almost as though Ella was her own daughter, too,

her nose. The blanket was pulled down a bit, exposing her bare shoulders and shapely breasts in