Nanny and the Alpha Daddy

#Chapter 163: Art Department

Moana

Both Ella’s and my eyes widened when Edrick came out into the dining room early the next morning and announced his plans.

“Get dressed, both of you,” he said. “We’re going to look at a school today.”

Ella’s jaw dropped. “A school?!” she shrieked, jumping up from her chair excitedly. “Really?”

Edrick nodded with a slight smile. “Yep. We’re gonna look into sending you to school like all of the other kids. Would you like that?”

With a wide, ecstatic grin, Ella nodded vehemently and ran over to her father. She threw her little arms around his legs and hugged him tightly. “Yes, daddy!” she shouted. “I really really want to go to school!”

Ella’s excitement made me smile, and I could tell that Edrick was trying — and failing — to hide a smile of his own. “Go get dressed, then,” he said. “We don’t have a lot of time. I told the headmistress we’d be there soon.”

Ella took off at a full sprint toward her room. I thought I heard the sound of her tripping, falling, and skidding across the floor on her way, but she seemed fine. I stood, smiling, and placed my hands on my hips.

really did think

in school, and she deserves to socialize with other kids. Besides… With the baby coming, having her at school during the day will be a good thing

that I could easily handle both a baby and Ella on my own, so long as I had just a little help — but I wasn’t about to argue with Edrick. I was just glad that he had decided to send Ella to school after all. It was about time that she had

chose the school that was within walking distance, which made me happy, and so we walked to meet the headmistress. Ella walked between us, holding one of each of our hands,

school was just as lovely as the pictures. It was an old building with tall windows, stone facades, and arched wooden doors. There was a playground out front with lots of shade from trees and plenty of playground equipment, and there was even a garden on the other side with planter boxes for fruit and vegetables. As we walked up the long pebble pathway to the front

said with a bright smile. “You must be Mr. Morgan, Miss Ella, and…” she turned toward

replied, holding out my hand. The old woman shook

replied, then turned and held open the heavy wooden door for us. “Come

of the school was even more lovely, with tile floors, high ceilings, and a lot of natural light. There was a gymnasium, auditorium, countless classrooms, a cafeteria, a beautiful inner courtyard with a fountain, and plenty of recreation spaces.

a closed

of the furniture covered by white sheets. The curtains were closed

it not being used?” I

program isn’t what it used to be,” she replied. “And by that I mean that it’s nonexistent

I frowned. “What happened?”

she said. “She was getting on in age. We haven’t found a good enough replacement, so

damper on my opinion of the school. Of course it was out of the headmistress’s control, but I wanted to make sure that Ella went to a school with a good art program, and now I