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 about

kids. Besides… With the baby coming, having her at school during the day will be a good thing for

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 just glad that he

me happy, and so we walked to meet the headmistress. Ella walked between us, holding one of each of our hands, and it

the long pebble pathway to the front door, an elderly woman stepped out onto the front stoop and waved to us. She had long white hair that was piled into a neat bun on

Morgan, Miss Ella, and…” she turned toward me, pausing and

The old woman shook

then turned and held open the heavy wooden door for

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,

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

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

used?” I

afraid our art program isn’t what it used to

I frowned. “What happened?”

art teacher passed away a couple of years ago,” she said. “She was getting on in age. We haven’t found a good

was nonexistent now put a bit of a damper on my opinion of the school. Of course it was out of the headmistress’s control, but I wanted