Billionaire's naughty nanny

29

Cassie

Iwoke up early the next morning with a knot in my stomach. My mind immediately went back to the night before, and I sighed. I wore one of Alex's T-shirts and a pair of his basketball shorts. They were both too big on me, but they got the job done.

My own clothes lay in a heap on the floor, and I hated that I hadn't gone for the comfiest option possible for dinner the night before.

I didn't much feel like getting up and making pancakes, but I knew that's what Lucy would be asking for when she woke. I was still angry with Alex, but more than that, I was upset with myself for how I'd behaved. There really was no reason for me to act the way I did when he had asked me to watch Lucy.

Of course, I wanted to do it, but if it was a problem, I easily could have told him so. He did give me that option.

I knew early pregnancy brought a lot of hormones with it, but that wasn't any excuse for what I had done. I could still control my actions. I wasn't a monster or a robot. And I had chosen not to do it.

"Cassie?" a small voice from the doorway called out. "Are you going to make pancakes?"

"Yeah," I said, forcing myself to smile. "Give me a second, okay, sweetie?"

"Can I go downstairs?" she asked.

Why don't you go pick out what you want to wear today?" I asked.

"Okay," she said as she headed back to the bedroom. I pulled myself out of bed. I only wanted to lie around and feel sorry for myself, but I had agreed to watch Lucy, which would likely be the best option for me. The last thing I wanted was to slip into a depression at home alone.

I ignored the messages on my phone from both my sisters. They were asking about how the talk had gone with Alex, and I didn't want to hear their response when I told them I had gotten into a fight with him rather than telling him I was pregnant.

I could only imagine what Angela would have to say about that. She had been the pushiest of everyone when I said I was going to talk to him last night; I could only imagine what she'd say if she heard that it hadn't happened.

Even if I had a good enough reason in my own mind, I doubted she would see things that way.

After using the bathroom, I headed into the hall. I poked my head into Lucy's room to check on how she was doing, then invited her to join me downstairs.

"Do you want to watch your cartoons?" I asked. "I'm going to mix up the pancakes."

"Can I help?" she asked.

"Not today," I said. "I'm going to do it fast so we can go run an errand."

"Where are we going?" she asked.

"To my house," I said.

Why?"

"I have to get some things to stay with you for the next couple of days," I said. "It was a surprise for me when I came over last night."

"Okay," she said.

I put on something for her to watch and did my best to mix up the pancakes and get them cooked quickly. I didn't even bother with trying to make them into anything. I just wanted to get it done and get them on the plate.

You hungry?" I asked Lucy.

"Yes!" she cried, rushing out into the kitchen to sit at the table. I cut up the pancakes before I put them on her plate, and while she wasn't happy about it, I at least avoided having to explain to her that I wasn't in the mood to make teddy bears.