Nanny and the Alpha Daddy

#Chapter 89: Art Lessons

Moana

As I walked around the room and helped the children with their art, I suddenly heard the sound of the floorboards creaking in the doorway. Thinking that it was Sophia coming to check on how everything was going, I looked up with a smile.

That smile quickly faded, however, when I realized it wasn’t Sophia, but was in fact Edrick who was standing there. He had an indiscernible expression on his face and stood as still as a statue in the doorway with his hands in his pockets, his eyes locked on mine for several long, palpable moments.

Was I seeing things, or had the cold Alpha billionaire finally realized the fault in breaking his promise to his daughter?

But before I could even process the fact that he apparently seemed to have changed his mind for whatever reason, Ella snapped her head up and gasped loudly.

“Daddy!” she exclaimed, jumping up out of her chair and running up to him. “You came!”

Edrick put on a smile and scooped Ella up, hugging her tightly and planting a kiss on her cheek while the other children also threw down their paint brushes and ran up to him. “Mr. Morgan!” they shouted excitedly, jumping up and down on their toes as they swarmed around him. Much to my surprise, Edrick set Ella down and then proceeded to greet each and every child… By name, no less.

“Hello, Clara,” he said, pinching the little girl’s cheek. “Hello, Matthew. Nice shirt you’ve got on today. Joshua…”

state of abject shock with wide eyes and an open mouth. It seemed that the Alpha billionaire changed his mind after all and wound up keeping his promise to his daughter; that didn’t mean that I wasn’t still furious with him, not only for initially breaking his promise but also for reeking of women’s perfume and being passed out drunkenly on the couch, but my attitude softened toward him a little bit

straight at me.

I stuttered, still taken

painting flowers, daddy,” she said, grabbing his hand

daughter’s canvas, which contained anything but a flower at this point. “That’s very

you gonna paint with

honey, I

clasping her hands

and nodded, letting out a sigh. “Alright,” he said. “I’ll

attitude toward him soften even more. Without a word, I walked over to the supply cabinet and grabbed a spare apron for him to wear, then handed it to him along with a small canvas and a

He looked comically large in the chair that was meant for a child, causing the other children to giggle and point. But, much to my surprise, he only smiled and began to spread paint on

who painted rather sloppily and wound up splattering quite a bit of paint on his sleeves. The children pointed and poked fun at him,

forgotten about the perfume and our subsequent argument and only found myself smiling and laughing along with Edrick and the children. The Alpha billionaire was a surprisingly bad artist, and almost seemed as though he’d never even picked up a paintbrush before in his entire life. Watching him struggle was endearing, and at one point I watched

an end. I clapped my hands to get the children’s — and Edrick’s — attention, then instructed them to get up and walk around to look at everyone else’s

I said, watching as the children milled around and looked at their peers’ artwork. Edrick stood as well and joined them; he almost looked like a big kid on his own, wandering around with his hands clasped behind his back. It admittedly made me smile a bit, and I didn’t even mind that he seemed to be avoiding