Nanny and the Alpha Daddy

#Chapter 65: A Change of Heart

Edrick

As I watched Moana walk into the hospital, I already had my doubts. I was already uneasy enough as we pulled up to the front doors, but seeing her walk away only solidified that feeling.

My wolf was just as distraught.

“You’re really gonna let her do this?” he asked with a growl. “It’s your baby, too. Think about what it was like when you held Ella for the first time, and then imagine how it would feel with this new baby. You’ve always secretly wanted to experience that feeling again, and now you’re letting this opportunity get away from you.”

I shook my head as I watched the doors close behind Moana, then put the car in drive and pulled out of the hospital parking lot.

“I know you don’t want this to happen,” I said to my wolf out loud now that we were alone, “and I know that you were excited before. But it’s her body, and her decision.”

My wolf didn’t respond after that. He was hurt and angry, rightfully so, but maybe Moana was right about this being the best decision. It was already difficult enough to have one illegitimate child, let alone a second one that also happened to be half human — and, even worse than that, the mother was from an incredibly low social status, and she was my daughter’s nanny. I didn’t even want to imagine how my family would react to this sort of news.

I felt horrible for leaving Moana there overnight, but it really was best for her to stay out of the penthouse during the process. If she bled through her clothes, or if Ella saw the pills or the bloody menstrual products, Ella would certainly ask questions that would be difficult to answer. Furthermore, after doing some of my own research, I discovered that women could often have painful cramps, nausea, lightheadedness, and weakness during this process. I figured it would be best if Moana had some peaceful time away from Ella and the maids and for her to be under close medical supervision.

As I drove to work, however, I couldn’t get the image of her sleeping with Ella on the morning after I learned about the pregnancy out of my mind. They had looked so peaceful together, truly like mother and daughter…

The thought of having another child for her to cherish in that same way, a sibling for Ella to love and to play with, made my heart ache. But it was too late; as I pulled up to the office building, I was certain that Moana was well along in the process by now. Besides, she had made her decision, and it would be right of me to try to change her mind.

I sighed, parking the car in the large parking garage, then took the elevator up to the top floor where my office was located. A few floors up, a couple of other employees got on the elevator. I nodded politely as they stepped on.

for me last night?” one employee, a

employee said, smiling.

phone, then opened a picture on her camera roll. I tried not to look too closely, but I caught a

when mine were that age. Before you know it, they stop wanting to do nice things with their mother. It’s like they don’t know that I carried them for nine months, changed their diapers, held their

past the two ladies and out into the random office floor that the elevator just stopped at. I

and greeted me with a combination of the utmost respect and a bit of confusion, seeing as how I’d never come to this floor before. I forced a half-smile, just wanting to get through to the stairwell so I could get to my office without any further fuss. If I could just

I walked past the cubicles, I couldn’t help noticing the pictures of people’s children on their desks. I frowned, trying not to look, but one picture in particular caught my eye: it was a photograph of a little girl sitting on a picnic blanket. She was hardly older than a toddler, wearing a striped green dress. There wasn’t anything particularly notable about the photo, aside from the fact that her face and hands were covered in chocolate cake,

realize it, but I had stopped and was staring at the photo intensely. The young woman who

she said, standing and

my attention away from the photo and forced another

began to walk again,

turned on my heel and

I

then nodded. “Yes. Her name

old is

a look of pain and

“Three?”

she was blinking back years. “Yes. She was killed in a drunk driving accident– The driver

I would

back up at me and forcing a small