BIKER NANNY

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🥾 AXTON 🥾

I felt the morning glare burrow into my eyelids so I turned to roll over, but couldn't. Thinking my mind was too tired to get my body to obey, I tried again, yet didn't move an inch. I layed back, as I was sure Herc had pinned me down. I grinned and rubbed the arm, but instead of feeling hair, it was silky and smooth. My eyes popped and I jerked my head down to see who lengthy curly hair. I scrolled further and saw boobs resting on my chest. My mouth dropped open and I wanted to jerk away, but again...trapped like an animal.

ROSALINDA... THE FUCK SHE DOIN' IN MY BED???

I took my left hand that wasn't pinned and began shaking my nanny to wake up. After a few tiring tries she groaned before slapping at my chest, but roled off me. I hurridly left the bed that I tripped and almost landed on the floor. I stumbled to the bathroom and started the shower to wash off the scent of her. Afterwards I entered the room and set out clothes for Herc and I. Once I was fully dressed I pinched Herc's nose til he squirmed and his eyes popped open.

"THE HELL! What's goin' onnn?"

"What is SHE doing in our bed?"

"Hell if I know. I certainly didn't send her an invitation."

"Get her up. I woke up to her body pinning mine down, and I'm not in the mood to deal with her antics." I put on my watch and shoes before noisily shutting my door.

At my daughters' room I took a breather, as I wasn't going to mistreat them because of their nanny. I entered their room and picked out their clothes before I woke them one at a time.

"Dawddy?"

"Where's Rosawinda?"

"Uh, she's must've gotten sick last night, so she's sleeping."

It's not really a lie. She'd have to of been sick to have the audacity to slip into my bed....

I vehemently HATE  lying, especially to my daughters or children in general.

"Does that mean she can't play with us?"

"I don't think so, but I'll ask her after I get you breakfast," I grinned at both so there wouldn't be cause to doubt me.

I helped each one dress before taking them to their bathroom to brush their hair and teeth.

"Daddy, I want my hair braided."

"And I want pigtails."

"Who wants to go first?"

"ME!"

"ME!"

You knew better...

"How 'bout this, I'll do one braid on you Reese, then one pigtail on you, how does that sound, Leesa?"