The Nanny

Breakfast

"Aria!"

One eye popped open at the sound of my name and a soft knock on my door. I looked over at the clock on my bedside table to see it glowing back 8:00 am.

A groan escaped my lips as I sat up quickly and rubbed my eyes.

I had over slept.

Jamie had been crying his little eyes out all night last night due to the two stubborn teeth trying to push through his gums and I had stayed up all night trying to sooth him to sleep.

Evidently I had soothed us both to sleep.

I quickly padded across the hardwood floors towards the door and opened it to look at who had woken me. I half expected Harry's scowling face on the other side but was pleasantly surprised to find Darcy's sweet beaming face instead.

"Mornin Aria." She giggled up at me and bounced slightly. "Daddy's makin breakfast and we're eatin in our pajamas."

My eyes widened at that. I'm sure I was going to hear it from Harry. It was very irresponsible of me to oversleep, especially when I knew he had to be at the studio today.

I rubbed my eyes and sighed, resigned to the fact that I was in for it. I had really been trying to be on my best behavior too.

"I'll be right down babe. Let me grab Jamie, okay?" I asked with a sleepy smile.

Darcy nodded, curls bobbing away before turning and skipping down the steps.

Jamie was still passed out on the other side of my bed, little arms and legs stretched out spread eagle, pacifier dangling from his pink pouty lips. The image made me smile.

I didn't want to move him. He really hadn't gotten much sleep last night and honestly I could do with a few moments without a fussy baby.

I decided to let him sleep gently adjusted him into the center of the bed and surrounded him with multiple pillows, making sure they would keep him from rolling off the bed, and placed the baby monitor near his head so I would hear on the receiver- that I clipped to my pajama pants- as soon as he woke up.

With one last glace at my baby boy to assure myself he would be okay, I made my way out of the room and down the steps.

The sight in the kitchen was probably the most adorable thing I had ever seen.

Darcy was kneeling in one of the stools at the breakfast bar, giggling at her father's antics as he held the spatula like a microphone and sang the bubbly pop song that was playing in the background and swiveling his hips with his eyes squeezed closed as he forced his voice into a high pitch to match the female voice on the radio.

Neither one of them had noticed me at the doorway so I took the opportunity to watch them in their element as I leaned against the door frame.

As much as I hated to admit it, Harry looked rather cute right then. Probably because he wasn't worried about anyone actually seeing him besides Darcy. It was moments like these that I thought I could actually see the real Harry.

The part of him he hid from the outside world.

The part of him the only a select few people knew about.

The part I would actually not mind getting to know but would probably never get the chance.

His normally styled hair was sticking up at all angels, and his face looked like he had just woken up recently as well judging by the slightly faded sheet indents on his cheek. It made me feel a little better about over sleeping now that I suspected he had too.