Temporary Nanny

Chapter 29

Things were good. So good. In fact, good doesn't even begin to compare to how things were going. Michael hasn't even made me feel any pressure with moving in or meeting my family. We're basically the slowest moving fast-relationship.

Which isn't a bad thing. A little confusing to most people yes. It was a little tricky trying to explain that I was hesitant to move in with my boyfriend and his child who I've already claimed as my own.

Mia says it's ridiculous since I'm at Michael's more than my own home anyway and she's completely right but I can't help it. There's something nerve-wracking about moving in and putting all my eggs in one basket.

Sure technically I was already doing that but what if moving in changes things?

What if we are at each others throats most days because we're with each other all day everyday? What if he gets tired of me? What if I put my place up for sale and then he asks me to move out? What if he doesn't even want me to move in?

I can't force that. Can't make him want to live with me.

So for now I wasn't moving in and I wasn't selling my own place. Maybe I was playing it safe but I'd rather be safe than sorry. Other than that small detail, Michael and I actually coexist in the loveliest way.

We've fallen easily into a daily routine with Stella and our lives and relationship have only improved with each day. I can't remember the last time my life ever felt this put together if I'm being honest.

We were practically an old married couple now.

"Alright you two, Stel's gotta go to bed or she'll be fussy all morning." I walk into the living room, Michael and Stella sprawled out on the couch. "But look how cute we are," Michael looks up at me with big eyes and a wide smile.

"Yes, you two are freaking adorable but unless you're volunteering to get her up and changed tomorrow, I suggest you stop with eyes." I hum. "Don't know what you're talking about," he shrugs with a smirk. Stella merely bats an eye, far too caught up with her chocolate milk and cartoons.

"I'm sure you don't.." I shake my head at the absolute menace of a man. "But she looks so comfy and I have to work all day tomorrow." He pouts. I can slowly feel that tiny itch that usually ends with me giving into him. "She doesn't want to leave me, she knows," he continues his quilt trip.

I roll my eyes in good heart and reach for the baby. "Come on Stel, time for bed." She doesn't take even a second thought, popping the bottle out of her mouth and lifting her arms out for me to carry her.

"I can't believe this. My own child!" Michael gapes. "Maybe some day she'll like you as much as she does me." I tease. "That's not fair, you've got the bigger role than me." Michael pouts. "I'm sorry, would you like to switch? I'd love to see you be mom for a day." I muse.

"I could be mum for a day," he hums matter-of-fact. "Mhm, I'm sure you can babe." I chuckle. "I can." He frowns. "Mkay Mike, sure." I nod, walking towards the stairs. "I can be mum!" He calls, looking over the couch.

"I'm not arguing." I shrug, stifling a giggle, "You'd do great." "You could at least try to sound a bit more convincing," he whines. "There's a warm bath with your name on it when you're done pouting." I start up the stairs. "Does it have that bath bom-"

"Yes." I answer before he can finish. "What would I do without you?" He shouts. "Be a terrible mother." I shout back lightheartedly, getting an endearing butthole in response.