His Wet Nurse

Terrors by night (35)

I would advice you reread the previous chapter for better effect.

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Jema managed to reach her room without any further mishaps, her chest throbbing with a loud, persistent sensation as if she were about to explode.

What had she been thinking? Making out with Theodore Newman—her boss, the master of the Brick mansion, and the father of the baby she was employed to care for.

She chastised herself for allowing things to escalate to that point, her mind spiraling with unsettling thoughts. The realization that she had a tampon inserted heightened her anxiety. What if it hadn't been there? Would they have engaged in a passionate encounter? The idea sent dangerous shivers down her spine.

As she touched her tender nipples, still sensitive from their encounter, she regretted how abruptly she had ended things. Now there would be unbearable awkwardness between them. How could she face him again? What if he was angry with her? The memory of his impassive expression as she bid him goodnight left her feeling hollow and cold.

All the warmth within her dissipated, replaced by a chilling sense of dread, a tight throat, and overwhelming uncertainty.

Later that night, before retiring to bed, Jema visited the nursery to ensure baby Sam was comfortable and peacefully asleep. Standing by his crib, she watched him slumber, his innocent face unaware of the complexities life would eventually present to him as he grew older.

She pondered the future, imagining the kind of child Sam might become—whether he would be happy or withdrawn, especially without a mother figure in his life. Jema was determined not to let him become the latter. Having experienced the absence of parents herself, she understood the importance of parental presence from birth.

The thought of Theo being Sam's father filled her with concern. She knew that with Theo's distant demeanor, Sam might feel neglected and seek validation elsewhere. This lack of parental attention could have a detrimental effect on his self-confidence, potentially driving him to seek approval from the harsh world.

If only Jema could secure her place in this household, then she'd have no doubts about her ability to provide a stable and nurturing environment for baby Sam.

That night, Jema dreamt of Jacob. They laid naked in bed, kissing, mumbling endearing words into her ears, words he didn't keep to as death made sure of that. Only, those words weren't as endearing to her as her thoughts were somewhere else and with someone else.

Her frustrations knew no bounds when she woke the next morning full of anticipation only to hear from Martha that Theodore wouldn't be having his breakfast because he'd left in the wee hours of the morning for an impromptu meeting. She'd silently sulked all morning, even baby Sam's goofy smiles did little to help but when lunch and dinner passed without a sight of the brooding man, Jema felt absolutely helpless.

It didn't help that Madame Evana seemed suspicious of her all through breakfast. The older lady had outrightly glared at her, huffing and puffing in her chair like she had something to say. At a point when she parted her lips to voice her thoughts, Jema was certain a backlash from her was next but she'd shut them as soon as she started.
No doubt their relationship was icy, and Madame was an unbearable cunt but Jema realized that amidst that blunt criticism of hers, truth lay within, as much as she's tried to deny it.

The idea of a nuclear family with Theo and baby Sam was as ridiculous as a reality show, nothing real about it. At least today's event was a good example, he felt nothing but lust toward her, she was just another of his conquests and soon enough he'd rid of her. Besides there was no assurances, no promises made, therefore expectations should be out the window. She might as well focus on her job.
Speaking of her job, it was almost time for baby Sam's nightly bath but before she could reach the nursery she met Madame Evana stepping out of it.