Temporary Nanny

Chapter 25

With Stella on my tail I knock on Michael's bedroom door before opening it up with an order of a big greasy burger and fries. Michael's a lump in the blankets the only thing telling me he's awake is the light from his phone screen in the extremely darkened room.

I feel nervous and unsure about when the right time to bring up the last two nights is. I'm not sure if he remembers anything and if he does then what parts.

I clear my throat to make my presence known. "Um, did you take the aspirin I left for you?" He lifts his head to look at me but immediately groans, rubbing at his temples. "This should help." I toss the bag of food onto his bed. Stella follows the bag, trying to climb up on the mattress.

"You know you don't have to stand so far away, I'm not a zombie. I'm just hungover," Michael gives me a curious look, leaning over to help Stella up.

"Yeah, no, I know. You just.." Said you didn't want me here when you woke up. "I wasn't sure how bad your hangover would be." I shrug. He nods handing Stella a fry and opening up his burger.

"My head feels like it's going to explode, my foreheads cut open, my mouth is dry, I feel like I'm going to throw up, and I can't remember how or when I got home last night."

I shift on my feet and bite my lip nervously. "Well, Cal said you tripped and hit your head on his coffee table and I brought you home last night."

"You picked me up from Calum's?" He asks dumbly, blowing on another fry for Stella. "No. I picked you up from the hospital." I inform. "Oh. How'd I get there?" I roll my eyes. "Calum took you then called me to get you."

"And Stella?" He asks, glancing at the baby next to him. "She was there. Asleep, but there." I nod. "You brought my baby to the hospital at who knows how late it was in the cold?" I draw back at his accusing tone. "It was kind of late to have had someone come watch her don't you think?"

"I was drunk Charlie what if she had been up to see me that way? And she shouldn't even be out that late in the first place," he huffs. "You're kidding right?" My eyebrows furrowing. He doesn't let up. "Oh my god, you're not kidding." I cross my arms.

"No Charlie, I'm not." He snaps back. "Well maybe you shouldn't have gotten drunk then." I bite.

While walking out of the room I hear Stella's questioned mama? Before I hear the little pitter-patter of her feet running to catch up.

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Michael stays in his room all day. The door was slammed shut minutes after Stella and I left him up there. He hasn't come out since.

It's irritating to say the least. If anyone should be having a fit it should be me. Instead, I'm having to take care of his child - as he so kindly pointed out.

I don't even know why he's being so pissy. Maybe it's the hangover but still I've seen him hungover before and he's never been this grumpy or angry. It's as if he has a personal problem with me.

"Maybe it's because you didn't tell him you love him back?" Mia offers when me and Stella meet her for lunch and I fill her in on his unusual behavior. "But he took that back. He said he didn't mean to tell me that." I shake my head.

"Yeah but maybe he just meant he didn't mean to say it like that at 3 in the morning," Mia reasons, feeding Stella some of her chips. "I don't know. I don't think so Mi." I frown.