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.

doorway with tears in her eyes. Her face

me and pulled me in for a tight hug. The feeling of the old housekeeper’s arms around me was a

get you to bed,” Selina said, guiding me to my room before I could protest. I glanced over my 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

my hand gently with

I was just glad to be home, in a safe environment. Maybe now I would feel better

of his time at the hospital. I thought that he should stay home and rest along with me, but he insisted on leaving; and part of me felt as though he secretly felt

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 very least, I did have my wolf to

around two or three o’clock in the afternoon when I was drawing in my sketchbook. I was working on a nature sketch and listening to classical music, and everything

a cup of tea and a sandwich for lunch on its way from Selina. My window was wide open, allowing the cool autumn breeze and the sounds of

It didn’t feel as though any time passed at all; it was

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