The Billionaire's Nanny

The job

The kids screamed for sixty seconds straight when I informed them Mia would be coming back soon, as I drove them to school. Their happy squeals were followed by a lot of questions and I spent the rest of the drive trying to answer them all until it was time to drop them off.

"Bye little angels," I said to them after fixing Abby's bag on her shoulder. She was slowly growing into hers because at first, it was oversized for her. Aiden though still had to hunch his shoulders to carry it, he might have been older but Abby was taller. I made a mental note to get them both new bag packs the next time I went to the mall.

"Bye Chris," they echoed together and took each other's arms as they always did when I dropped them off every morning. It was always heartwarming to see how much they depended and cared for each other even so young.

"You'll come to get us right?' Aiden turned to me and asked.

"Always, little genius," I told him with a smile. I leaned lower to brush their hair and gave them each a kiss on their foreheads. "Have a great day, love you."

"We love you too," they giggled and I straightened to watch them skip away happily and join the other kids heading inside. It was so satisfying to watch them easily associate with the other kids, a great contrast to the first day I dropped them off. They had more friends now and found it easier to share stuff about school with me every day.

After spending almost two months with them, I had concluded that all the kids really needed was a little push to allow them to open up and mix freely with the other kids. Aiden's face lit up with a shy smile as he and Abby approached another blonde girl. She was just about Abby's height and from the way she giggled as they walked down to the building, I could tell that was the supposed girlfriend.

I took out my phone and took a quick picture of the three of them as they walked hand in hand. I sent the picture to Lucas with a text, "save this she might end up being your daughter-in-law in 20 years,"

He replied almost immediately.

Chris!

I giggled at his warning as I turned around to head back to the car. "What, she's beautiful."

Where are you?

My finger grazed across the phone screen as I typed a quick message telling Lucas I was on my way home, but just before I clicked the send button, someone bumped into me with so much force my phone clattered to the floor and effectively shattered. "Hey," I cried in pain as I grabbed my arm that had been hit so hard by whoever this person was.

To make it worse, they just breezed past me without so much as an acknowledgment. I turned around sharply and gasped as I realized who I had been hit by. Even from the back view as she raced down the street, I could tell it was her. The same woman that had been following me the other day.

My heartbeat doubled and she disappeared down the next sidewalk before my legs could move to chase after her. "Ow," I yelled in frustration, both at my aching arm and the fact that I had let her slip through.

"Are you alright, Miss Christine?" Benard came through from the driver's side to ask.

"I'm fine," I said without meaning to sound so rude and defensive. I shook my head realizing that I was venting my anger in the wrong way. "I'm sorry Benard," I said quickly, "just some weirdo that thought it would be nice to bump into me and break my arm."

"Oh dear, are you serious?" he asked as he stepped closer, worry and concern written across his face. "Let me take a look,"

"It's not broken," I said with a nervous laugh, "but it does hurt a lot," I admitted.