Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

Chapter 309: Where is Mother? Astrid's

POV

The nanny's eyes widened as she watched Ryker eat, and I could see the surprise clearly written on her face.

She leaned forward, her gaze shifting from Ryker to me, as if she couldn't quite believe what she was seeing.

"I... I can't believe it," she whispered, her voice tinged with awe. "You actually got it right."

I offered her a tentative smile, my eyes still focused on Ryker. "I just wanted to make sure he had something he liked," I said softly. "I know how particular he is.'

She shook her head, a look of wonder crossing her features. "Particular doesn't even begin to cover it," she replied with a gentle laugh.

"It's almost impossible to get it right with him on the first try. It took me months just to figure out his preferences.

Even now, I still make mistakes before I manage to cook the right pancake for him.

I was so frustrated, I nearly quit my job as his nanny because of it." She paused, her eyes softening as they met mine. "But you did it."

Her compliment warmed me, and for a moment, I felt a sense of accomplishment.

It wasn't just about getting the food right; it was about showing that I cared, that I was trying.

I knew it was my love and determination that drove me to accomplish all this.

Now, I finally had an opportunity to connect with her - someone who truly knew him, someone who could answer the questions I had been holding onto for so long.

If anyone knew Ryker best, it was her. I wanted to understand everything—his likes, his routines, and most importantly, how he was like growing up.

me what kind of mother

of my curiosity. But before I could

sharp and sudden.

questions fading to the

of Ryker. He paused, his expression shifting from its usual

in the room as he studied the meal I had prepared. Ryker, unfazed by the new presence, continued eating

caught a glimmer of something in his eyes- perhaps

he asked, his tone still guarded, but there was a softness to

make sure he had something he liked. Ryder told me

just a second,

felt

victory "it's... impressive. For

Ryker

eat his food, you

certain level of perfection,"

had noticed my effort, and, for once, it wasn't met

about to respond when Ryker, sitting quietly in his chair,

he scribbled something down, and then he

read the words, my breath caught in my throat: "Where

beside me, and her eyes

moment, the room felt frozen, the question

feel my pulse quicken as my eyes flicked between Ryker's innocent, expectant gaze and

the muscles in his neck straining as he absorbed Ryker's

had glimpsed in his eyes moments ago vanished, replaced

then closed it again, as if weighing every