𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐲|| 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎'𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐏𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐬|| 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟕

From that day on, Miguel started trusting the new nanny. As before that he always had breakfast alone, this time he usually was greeted in the kitchen by Y/n, who usually drank coffee or ate some cereals.
<<Morning Sir.>> she always greeted at him. And meanwhile he answered <<Good morning, Y/n. How have you slept?>>.
And that was always followed by a <<Like a baby, thanks for asking.>>  then a small smile on her face and a nod from him.
They were still formal: he never asked her uncomfortable or personal question, and she kept calling him "Sir" or "Mr O'Hara".
For Gabriella, nothing changed. Now she was used to be left alone with Y/n all day, and being hugged and loved by Miguel in the evening. Meanwhile she grew and slowly improved in her moviments and in her activities.

Y/n, while she stayed with Gabriella, she would usually sent Miguel some pictures of her daughter, even though he never asked for these.

Three days ago

𝟷 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚘
Gabriella just ate, she looks so
cute in her strawberry dress!

Two day ago

𝟸 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚜
She just did her bath
Now she is resting on the couch

One day ago

Mr. O'Hara,
we are going to a walk in
a few minutes, just to let you know
𝟷 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚘
Gabriella is attracted by flowers,
here is a picture of her

Miguel never replied. But he always read the messages in the exact moment she sent them to him.
He never said that but he was actually relieved by the fact she did that. In that way she was less anxious and less scared of what his baby was doing. But when she was with Y/n, nothing bad ever happened.

He was in a usual boring meeting, like it appears in the movies: there was a big black round and long table, Miguel was sitting with other people, as another was standing and presenting a power point. Miguel was sitting, sighing silently as he slowly checked on his phone for some notifications.
Boring mails.
Some notes he needed.
Then her notification appeared.
He immediately clicked on it and her chat opened up, with a pic. He download it and then Gabriella's face appears: she was sitting on Y/n's lap (he could recognize it by the female's clothes), laughing and eating some meals prepared by nanny herself. The small baby was holding a small spoon, her face was pretty dirty, so her clothes and the hair too.
Miguel eyes softened at the view of his happy daughter. In the background he could still hear the business man explaining his power point. But Miguel couldn't care less.

Today

𝟷 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚘
Gabriella turned mealtime
into a food explosion! ✽-(⩾∀⩽)/✽

...Pardon?

She made a work of art.
Look at her hair! Her face!
Her clothes too!

Oh, great. Another
Picasso in the family, I assume?

Picasso would be proud!
She managed to create a
meal masterpiece on her face

Well, I didn't knew she had a talent for abstract expressionism.

She's a true trendsetter, Sir.
And don't even get me started
on her fashion choices.
Carrot puree as a hair accessory?
It's all the rage! 〵(^ o ^)〴

I'm sure Vogue will be calling
any minute now.
"Baby Food Chic" will be the
next big thing.

Haha! That was a good one.
But now I'll get ready
for the cleanup operation
It's going to be an adventure!

I'm not the biggest fan of messes,
but if it means embracing
her creativity, I suppose I can
handle it.

But fear not, Sir!
I've got the cleaning supplies
ready to tackle this edible
artwork. I'll have her
sparkling clean in no time
✧˚ · . ✧˚ · . ✧˚ · .

Thank you. I appreciate
your dedication. Please prepare a
bath for her as well.

On my way

You truly have the patience
of a saint when it comes
to cleaning up after
my "little creative genius".

It's all part of the job,
Mr O'Hara. Besides, who
can resist those adorable,
messy smiles? (´♡ヮ♡')

I guess you are right.

Miguel found himself smiling at the funny texts the nanny sent to him. It was an unusual experience for him. He never texted to the nanny, or never replied to her, but she lighted up his mood a little bit.
He snapped to the reality when the lights turned on, and everyone clapped at the presentation. He found himself sitting with the phone hidden under the desk, holding it with his right hand and covering his moth with the left one to do not show the amused feeling he felt by the texts he recived.
He immadiately turned off the phone and clapped his hands too, pretending to have listened all the meeting.

Eventually, Miguel started texting her in a more casual manner while he's at work. Instead of formal replies, he was more casual and now he started to have proper conversation. Not just on Gabriella, even of Y/n herself: he started asking her if she was doing all right, if she needed anything or if she wanted him to buy her anything.
Also now he was the one who requested photos and videos of Gabriella when he missed her too much.

<<Miguel, you seem distracted.>> one of the colleagues said to Miguel, as he glanced at them. Jeremiah, one of the closest colleagues of Miguel, was standing right in front of him.
<<What are you intending with this?>> Miguel asked, genuinely confused, with his cold tone still.
The man laughed, hoping to do not say anything inappropriate or that could piss him off <<Nothing at all! Just you have been more smiling at the phone. Is there anybody making you feel happy, boss?>>
Miguel glanced back at the phone, then she sighed like he have been caught right handed <<No one>>.
Jeremiah raised her eyebrown <<"No one"? Come on, Miguel, spill the beans! Who's the lucky person making you smile like a giddy schoolboy?>>
Miguel glanced at him with cold piercing eyes, but these were not making his colleague get scared at all <<Keep your imagination in check, Jeremiah.>>
The man laughed <<Oh, come on! Don't be a spoilsport, Miguel. We all need a little romance in our lives. Is it someone we know?>>
<<Jeremiah, por favor, shut your mouth or I might have to assign you extra paperwork.>> now Miguel was seriously getting annoyed.
<<Alright alright! But just remember, secrets have a sneaky way of finding their way out.>> Jeremiah teased him once more. Meanwhile Miguel went working again on his laptop <<I have no secrets at all. Now go back to work.>>.
Jeremiah turned to walk away but, before he could, he said <<I'll pretend to believe you.>> and, with that, he walked away.