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.

she could tell me what kind of mother Giselle

my voice tinged with the urgency of

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

my questions fading to the background as my gaze

of Ryker. He paused, his expression

could feel the tension build in the room as he studied the

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

this for him?" he asked, his tone still guarded, but

nodded. "I wanted to make sure he had something he liked. Ryder told me how particular he

a second,

felt like a

victory "it's... impressive. For

Ryker

his food, you

certain level of perfection,"

me. He had noticed my effort, and, for once, it

to respond when Ryker, sitting quietly in his chair,

as he scribbled something down, and

the words, my breath caught in

beside me, and her eyes darted

the room felt frozen, the question hanging heavy

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

jaw tightened, the muscles in his neck straining as he

softness I had glimpsed in his eyes

then closed it