Nanny and the Alpha Daddy

#Chapter 115: Fever

Edrick

As I drove Moana home from the hospital, I was too stunned by everything that had happened to even notice that I was holding her leg until we finally pulled up to the curb. I paused for a moment, my eyes searching Moana in the passenger seat as my heart pounded in my chest, before I finally pulled my hand away and got out of the car.

While we took the elevator up to the penthouse, however, I couldn’t help but want to be as close to her as possible. Knowing now that she was my mate, I didn’t want to let her out of sight for even a moment.

“Moana! Daddy!” Ella exclaimed as the elevator doors slid open. She practically leaped up off of the couch and flew to us. Moana, with tears streaming down her cheeks, crouched and pulled Ella into a tight hug. “I was so worried about you,” Ella cried into Moana’s shirt. “I cried and cried all day!”

“It’s okay, love,” Moana said. “I’m okay, and so is your daddy. He’s my hero.”

Ella smiled up at me then. At some point, I would have to tell her the story of how her big, strong dad saved Moana, but for now, I needed to make sure that Moana was okay. Not only that, but I felt my own temperature beginning to rise. I had begun to feel sick from the exhaustion in the hospital room, but somehow managed to hold myself together. Now, however, I felt like death.

And of course, the nanny noticed this when she looked up at me. So did Ella, but Moana quickly sent her away to be with Selina again, who was standing in the doorway with relief washed across her face and tears in her eyes.

“You look like hell,” Moana said, taking me by the arm. “You need to lie down.”

I shook my head, but Moana persisted and pulled me toward my bedroom. Even when she had just been through hell herself, she was still fully focused on others. I loved that selfless side of her, but at the same time it made me worried that she wouldn’t get enough rest of her own.

When we made it into my room, I watched as Moana scurried over to the bathroom. I heard the bathtub start to run, and when she reemerged, she stared intensely at my dirty clothes.

wet clothes and take a hot bath,” she said, placing her hands on

finished coughing. I gestured to her clothes, which were even more dirty and wet

she said. “I’ll go change and take

went to scurry past me then, but suddenly, my own instinct took over and I stopped her. Our bodies were close as she slowly looked up at me. Even now, covered in dirt and mud, she looked beautiful. I wanted to kiss her so badly… But I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Not yet. I wasn’t sure if I was ready to reveal what I knew about us now, and I wanted her to tell

taking a step back and averting my gaze as I felt my

turned an even brighter shade of scarlet pink. She opened her mouth as if to speak, but promptly shut it again

wanted to be as close to her as possible at all times… And I had to admit that I wanted her badly now, more than ever. But I knew that I had to control myself, so while she bathed I

she made me bathe. I wanted to keep my eyes glued on her at every moment, but I knew that I needed to listen to her, so I did as she asked. And when I was finished, I stepped back out into my room in my pajamas and saw her sitting on a chair next to the bed. She had a worried look on her face, but I couldn’t get over the way that her red hair cascaded down over

felt myself become weak. I staggered a bit where I stood, leaning against the doorframe as

suddenly jumped up and ran to

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

head, holding my hand over my face as I tried to steady myself. “I’m fine,” I replied.

bed. She peeled the blankets back, then guided me onto the bed. I felt weak as the room

her pull the blankets up around me. I shut my eyes, trying to shut

rest,” she replied, almost sternly.

As I laid there with my eyes shut, I felt horribly guilty for making her take care of me at a time like this… But at the same time, there was something endearing about it. To think that this kind, sweet woman was actually my mate brought a bit of a

I still didn’t understand it. I had thought that she was

eyes open to see her approaching with a tray, which she set down on the bedside table. On it was a cup of tea, a thermometer, and a washcloth in a bowl of water. I watched silently as she wrung out