Nanny and the Alpha Daddy

Chapter 76

#Chapter 76: Temper

Edrick

The next day after our minor argument, I was happy to see that Moana took me up on my offer and decided to take the day off. I insisted that she let the driver take her wherever she wanted to go. She left in a bit of a huff, holding her belly through her summer dress in the elevator, but as the door closed, I knew that she would come home feeling much better later. In the future, I told myself that I would make sure she had more time off; this much stress was only bad for the baby, so if she needed any time to rest and relax, then I would allow it.

However, Moana was late coming home that night. I began to get a little worried when she wasn’t even home in time for dinner, and found myself involuntarily looking out the window every five minutes to see if she was coming.

Finally, just as I was about to call her, I saw the car pull up out front and let out a sigh of relief. I watched as she walked into the building, then waited for her to take the elevator up. When the doors finally slid open and she walked into the foyer, she immediately met my gaze.

“You were out late,” I said. “I was about to call you.”

She shrugged. “It’s my day off. I’m an adult, so you don’t need to worry about me.”

row, Moana was being sarcastic and cold toward me. What did I do to piss her off so much like this? Frowning, I folded my arms across my chest.

why do you care? It’s not your baby, right?

with

waiting and worrying about her all night, I had finally had enough. I had been so understanding, and even gave her an extra day off! Before she could storm away, I quickly ran up to her and put myself between her and

away,” I insisted. “Have a real

completely unimportant,” she said. I followed her and watched as she walked to the fridge, opened

eat

“Why

days. The last thing you, I, the baby, or anyone else needs is for you to collapse and wind up in the hospital. I mean…” I let out a wry, disbelieving chuckle. “What has

has gotten into me?” Moana asked through gritted teeth. She slammed the pitcher back down in the fridge, then turned toward me and pressed her palms firmly into the countertop. “First,” she said, counting on her fingers now, “you scrambled to pay off that photographer on the night we went out for dinner. Then, you can’t even be bothered to refer to me in any sort of personal way at the hospital until we were behind closed doors, because it might tarnish your pristine reputation

began,

come close to treating me like an equal is because of this baby, and I

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