Nanny and the Alpha Daddy

Chapter 163

#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

had just a little help — but I wasn’t about to argue with Edrick. I was just glad that he had decided

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 little family.

As we walked up the long pebble pathway to the front door, an elderly woman stepped out onto the front stoop and waved to us. She

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

hand. The old woman shook

heavy wooden door for us. “Come on in. Let’s start your

inside 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

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

the furniture

I asked,

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

I frowned. “What happened?”

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

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 to make sure that

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