CHAPTER 5

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Isa pov

Anastasia and I have been playing all day,
It was already past eight
Past the time her father was supposed to come back but really I didn't mind
Anastasia ask for Buttermilk cookies, I know she needs a break, I do too

"Okay love, I need a break,how about we go make it together"
I tell her, earning me a spark in her eyes
   That spark quickly dies down, then she says "I am not allowed to go into the kitchen "

"And why is that, I asked worried
  "Daddy has never taken me into the kitchen and Aunt Laura treats me like an egg which makes me livid" she said irritated earning a laugh on my end

   "Okay you know what baby, I am here and I will do everything you will just be there watching what I do,so that next time we can do this together. Okay?"
With a bright smile she nodded her head as she skipped inside the kitchen

We stepped into the kitchen and I started to bring out the increidents I needed to make a perfect buttermilk cookie

As I reached out to the last bowl, someone held my hand " you cannot cook,much less for the child" the owner of the hand said

I forcefully jerked my hand off, "and why is that I asked?"
  
Spitefully she replied "I am Laura the cook and every meal must be made with good sanitation and approved by me" she said with all manner of confidence

" well Mr Armaziani, made me the child's nanny and involved with everything that has to do with her and that includes the child's meal,so I am well within my rights here"
She made to speak when I stopped her in her tracks

     "If you wish call Mr Armaziani for confirmation, I am allowed to do this, and this is what the child wants to be happy , let the six year old live for once I told her and it pissed her off
So she made her way past me and left

Earning a long hard laugh from both of us before going back into our cooking

I'm laughing and dancing with Sophia in the kitchen, our hands covered in flour and sugar as we bake cookies together. She's giggling uncontrollably, her eyes shining with joy, and I'm feeling equally carefree.

Suddenly, the kitchen door swings open, and Leonardo stands there, his eyes wide with surprise. He looks at Sophia, then at me, and his expression softens. I can see the tension in his shoulders ease, and a small smile plays on his lips.

He looks shocked like this is the first time his daughter is happy

On sighting him she shouts "Daddy!!!" Before running to his side and he picks her up to a hug

       "Hey baby, how are you and how did your day go?" He asks her
   
   "Daddy my day was great, and I'm really happy, Can we keep Aunt ISa?" She asks in a cute voice and matching cute face that can just make any heart melt

'Baby are you... happy?' he asks, his voice filled with disbelief.

Anastasia looks up at him, her face lighting up even more. 'Daddy, we're making cookies! Isabella is teaching me how to bake!, I'm so happy'

Leonardo's eyes meet mine, and I see a flicker of gratitude there. He looks at his daughter, and his expression is filled with wonder.
'I didn't know you could be so... joyful, Anastasia,' he says, his voice barely above a whisper, I'm sure she wasn't meant to hear that part.

Anastasia runs to him, throwing her arms around his legs. 'Daddy, you're so silly! Of course, I can be happy! Isabella is the best!'

Leonardo looks at me, his eyes shining with unspoken thanks. I smile, feeling a warmth in my heart. In this moment, we're not employer and employee; we're just two people sharing a moment of pure joy."

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