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.

you really did think about it,

in school, and she deserves to socialize with other kids. Besides… With

point — I was confident 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

us headed downstairs. It turned out that Edrick 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, and it really did feel like we were a

with planter boxes for fruit and vegetables. As we walked up the long pebble pathway to the front door, an elderly

smile. “You must be Mr. Morgan, Miss Ella, and…” she turned toward me, pausing and waiting for me to introduce

I replied, holding out my hand. The old

Headmistress Hawkins,” she replied, then turned and held open the heavy wooden door for us. “Come on in. Let’s

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. She showed

art room,” the headmistress said, gesturing to a closed and rather dusty looking door.

with all of the furniture covered by white sheets. The curtains were closed and there were boxes everywhere, as though it was being used for

not being used?” I asked, turning to

afraid our art program isn’t what it used to be,” she

I frowned. “What happened?”

and lowered her voice a bit. “Our beloved art teacher passed away a couple of years ago,” she said. “She was getting on in age. We haven’t found a good

of the headmistress’s control, but I wanted to make sure that Ella went to a school with a good art