Nanny and the Alpha Daddy

#Chapter 215: Home Sweet Home

Moana

Just as the doctor promised, I was prescribed some medicine for the baby and for sleep and then I was sent home later that day once my bloodwork and vitals all came back within a normal range. The entire way home, Edrick didn’t let go of my hand. Every time I glanced over at him, it seemed as though he was looking at me, and that was comforting to me. The memory of our time spent together in my bed before I was taken to the police station stayed in my mind, which was a welcome distraction from everything else. It felt as though there was no longer a wall between us, and I hoped that everything would smooth itself out from there.

When we arrived back at the penthouse, Ella came running as soon as the elevator doors opened and practically flew into my arms.

“Moana!” she cried, sobbing into my chest. “I thought you were never gonna come home!”

“It’s okay, baby,” I cooed as I stroked her hair and held her tightly and blinked back my own tears. “I’m home now.” I could only imagine the sort of distress that Ella was under the entire time I was at the hospital. After learning about what happened at the warehouse, I imagined that the poor little girl feared the worst. Although Edrick planned to find me a therapist, I just hoped more than anything that Ella could get some counseling, too. Hopefully, at the very least, I thought that this ordeal was the last bit of stress we would need to deal with as a little family. Although with my dream about Michael still lingering at the back of my mind, I wasn’t so sure that that would be the case.

my arms and Edrick silently rubbed my back, I suddenly looked up to see Selina standing in the doorway with tears in her eyes. Her face looked puffy, like she had been crying nonstop for days. Even just seeing her like that made me

a word, she walked up to me and pulled me in for a tight hug. The feeling of the old housekeeper’s arms around me was a much needed comfort, like an embrace from a mother.

shoulder at Edrick one last time, who just watched me with a worried expression on his face before he was out of sight. Selina led me to my room and laid me down, although I

she said, patting my hand gently with a

to be home, in a safe environment. Maybe now

secretly felt like he needed to work in order to regain a sense of normalcy. I just hoped that his exhaustion wouldn’t

and Selina floated in and out of my room for a while to check on me or keep me company, but for the most part I was left alone so that I could rest. I wasn’t tired, though, so I spent my afternoon drawing in my sketchbook and reading while wistfully glancing out the window and wishing that I could be in my classroom instead. At the

or three o’clock in the afternoon when I was drawing in my sketchbook. I was working on a nature sketch and

I was smiling to myself as I drew. I was comfortably propped up in bed with the promise of a cup of tea and a sandwich for lunch on its way from Selina. My window was wide open, allowing the cool

didn’t feel as though any time passed at all; it was as though I was just sitting there, then I blinked and everything was

was no longer in my bed. I opened my eyes to find that I was standing in the middle of my room, although that wasn’t the most alarming thing. What was most unsettling, and what made me clap my hand over my mouth in shock, was the fact that I had somehow scribbled dozens upon dozens of pictures that were now scattered all around my bedroom. The floor was covered in pieces of paper ripped from my sketchbook. The lines on the pages were dark