Nanny and the Alpha Daddy

#Chapter 92: Love and Marriage

Moana

The children quickly forgot about the emotional moment between Edrick and I by the time they finished their ice cream, and we left the ice cream parlor to make our way back to the orphanage.

By the time we made it back to the orphanage, the sun was already beginning to set. Ella would have her werewolf training in the morning, so we needed to get home in time for dinner and bedtime. As Ella said her goodbyes to her friends in the foyer, Edrick and I stood patiently by the door.

Finally, when Ella had hugged all of her new friends as though she would never see them again, I gave Sophia my last goodbye and we began to head out.

“Wait! Moana! Mr. Morgan!” Clara’s little voice called out, causing us to stop in our tracks. “I have a question!”

“What is it, Clara?” I asked, feeling a smirk spread across my face at the little girl’s urgent demeanor.

“Um… Well, actually…” She turned to face her friends. They all whispered for a moment before Joshua reached out and spun Clara back around to face us. Her face was red from embarrassment. “We want to know… When are you and Mr. Morgan getting married?”

as did Edrick

not ask such personal questions,” Sophia said, shooting me an apologetic glance as she walked up to

Sorry, Moana and

not being able to explain anything more, but it wasn’t entirely my call. Edrick’s silence told me that he wasn’t ready to talk to outsiders about

“Okay.”

Edrick opened the door for Ella and myself, and while I buckled Ella

turning even once to look back at me. I could tell that Clara’s question took him just as off guard as it did to me, and I knew that it made us equally uncomfortable. It was a confusing and awkward subject to broach, and what made it even worse was that the children at the orphanage — and Sophia

penthouse, Edrick retreated to his study and shut the door. I sighed as I heard the door click shut, but kept my chin up for Ella and helped Selina and the maids prepare dinner. Ella was thankfully just too preoccupied with her

I even want to marry a man who was sleeping with other women during my pregnancy? I felt almost betrayed; even though we weren’t technically together, I felt as though I was doing my due diligence and being faithful for both Ella’s and the baby’s sake despite the fact that I was just as lonely as Edrick was. Meanwhile, he was having one night stands with other women. Just because I caught him this time, too, didn’t necessarily mean that there hadn’t been other times. Even just thinking about it made my blood boil, however, so I tried not to let it get

dried her off, then got her into her pajamas and combed out her long hair. It had become a bit of a ritual at this point for us to sit in front of her mirror at night while I brushed her hair one hundred times and braided it, and just like any other night, we

Ella to chatter on about her exciting day, but she didn’t. Much to my surprise, she was mostly quiet while I brushed and braided her hair. I figured that she

as I was about to shut

was tucked into her blanket up to her chin, with her favorite stuffed animal — the little handmade stuffed duck that I’d purchased for her at the farmers’ market all those weeks ago — nestled into the crook of her neck. “Yes, love?” I