Nanny and the Alpha Daddy

#Chapter 169: A Visitor

Moana

A few more days passed by after that. By the end of our first week of school, it seemed as though Ella and I both had settled in quite well. Ella was making loads of friends and loved her teachers, and I also enjoyed teaching. It finally felt as though I was living my childhood dream of being an art teacher, although I did find it difficult to connect with the other teachers. They weren’t unkind and did exchange pleasantries with me each day, but I could tell that they didn’t want to associate with me too much since they still thought that I was human. Maybe over time they would get to know me a bit more and would get over some of their biases. However, right now I couldn’t help but wish that my wolf would just emerge already so that I would stop having to deal with this sort of attitude from people. Unfortunately, however, it didn’t seem like Mina was getting a whole lot stronger. She seemed to be stagnating a bit at her current level of strength.

“It’s probably the baby,” she said when I asked her about it one morning. “I think when you have the baby, I’ll be able to get stronger. For now, your body is focusing on keeping you both healthy for the pregnancy.”

It made sense, but it didn’t necessarily make me feel any better about the situation.

For now, because no one really wanted to talk to me too much, I spent the majority of my lunch breaks eating and drawing in my classroom. Normally it was fine and I quite enjoyed the down time, but on this particular Friday I quickly came to the realization that I should have gone to the faculty lounge when I heard a knock on my door.

I looked up, my cheeks stuffed with my sandwich, and quickly covered my mouth with my hand when I saw the headmistress standing there.

“Oh, sorry to interrupt,” she said. “But you have a visitor.”

chewing and swallowed, then waved her in. “Thank you, Headmistress Hawkins,” I said with a smile. I half

my smile faded when I

He was holding a vase of flowers in his hand as he walked into my

confronting him, and how his demeanor suddenly shifted theatrically when he noticed

nice; or maybe I was afraid. If he worked with Kelly before, then did he work with her when she hired those Rogues to attack

over. “Um…” My voice faded away. What was I supposed to say to him? To what do I owe the pleasure?

of words, but Ethan didn’t seem to notice. Instead, he simply held up the flowers

know I hurt your feelings that night at the party. I’ve spent a lot of time

still didn’t entirely trust him, but I was willing to hear him out. Maybe he would confess to

walked around my desk and took the flowers from him. They came in an expensive-looking crystal vase, and the flowers were a lovely array of sunflowers, baby’s breath,

“Thank you,” I said.

an awkward silence as we stared at each other like two cautious felines, before he broke the silence

art teacher

is coming to school here now, and the position was open, so I just