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.

tell me what kind of

voice tinged with the urgency of my curiosity. But

was like a gust of wind, sharp and sudden. The nanny

my questions fading to the background as my gaze locked

plate in front of Ryker. He paused, his

feel the tension build in the room as he studied the meal I had prepared.

moment, I caught a glimmer of something in his eyes- perhaps surprise,

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

"I wanted to make sure he had something he liked. Ryder told

just a second, his

it felt like

victory "it's... impressive. For

Ryker

food, you have to

certain level of perfection,"

through me. He had noticed my effort, and,

when Ryker, sitting quietly in his chair, reached for

as he scribbled something down, and then he held it up for us

I read the words, my breath caught in my throat:

nanny's breath hitched beside me, and her eyes

the room felt frozen, the

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

the muscles in his neck straining

had glimpsed in his eyes

closed it again,