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

Ryker, "I began, my voice tinged with the urgency of my curiosity. But before

a gust of wind, sharp and sudden.

questions fading to the background as my

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

stepped closer, and I could feel the tension build in the room as he studied the meal I had prepared. Ryker, unfazed by

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

this for him?" he asked, his tone still guarded, but there was a softness

had something

just a second, his

it felt

victory "it's... impressive. For

Ryker

food, you have

certain level of perfection,"

me. He had noticed my effort, and,

about to respond when Ryker, sitting quietly in his

furrowed as he scribbled something down, and then he held it

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

breath hitched beside me, and her

room felt frozen, the question hanging heavy in

between Ryker's innocent, expectant

in his neck

in his eyes moments ago vanished, replaced by

mouth, hesitated, and then closed it again, as