The Nanny

Hunt

Being with Harry, as it turned out, was quite easy.

He made everything seem less daunting which was odd because he had tried so hard when I first met him to intimidate me out of his house.

We had become a small unit, Harry, Darcy, Jamie and I- we flowed together like it was natural- and it was the best thing that had ever happened to me in a long time.

The kids made it easy too.

Darcy, who to be fair had always been wonderful, was exceptionally excepting of her father and I.

It was both sweet and intimidating.

Here was this child that was looking at me with these big pleading eyes begging me silently and probably unknowingly, to stay forever.

It was such a big promise to make, even if it was made just as silently and not nearly as unknowingly.

And Harry and Jamie were just beyond words.

There was no doubt that Harry was meant to be a father.

The way he handled not only Darcy but Jamie gave him away and made me want to melt into a puddle at his feet.

His whole persona changed around the children, and although it wasn't something I hadn't seen from him before, it was strangely different under the new circumstances, especially when I watched him with Jamie.

It was like for the first time, I wasn't the outsider watching him be this person so few people got to witness, now I was on the inside too, and I loved it.

So for the past month and a half we shared, as Darcy had once asked me to do. We became an odd, slightly unconventionally quick-made family.

Which ended up making something's a bit awkward.

Like my job.

It was very strange to me to be living in Harry's house, mostly sleeping in his bed although that is about the only thing we had managed to do much to my frustration, and having him pay me for watching our kids.

In a nutshell, I was being paid to help my... boyfriend? I wasn't quite sure that's what he was since we hadn't really discussed it.

So to handle that situation, Kendra and I had spent the day at hers trying to find me a job I could do to earn money but that wouldn't interfere with watching the kids while Harry was recording.

As it turned out, short of being a prostitute at night or working stocking shifts into the wee hours of the morning at the local grocery, I was out of luck.

Slightly disheartened at the failed attempt but grateful to be home after Kendra's and my job hunting adventure, I quietly entered Harry's house surprised by the silence that greeted me.

Furrowing my brows and slipping my flats off my feet, I slowly padded towards the living room, figuring it was the best place to start looking.

There are moments when you think I wish I had a camera to capture this image and then there are moments when you see something and just want to freeze the actual moment and stand there and exists in it forever.

This was the latter.

Laying on the sofa, long body barley fitting on it, was Harry completely knocked out with his mouth hanging open slightly.

On his chest under one large hand that secured most of his smaller body in place lay Jamie with his mouth similarly open, and tucked into Harry's side between the sofa back and her father, was a sleeping Darcy, Harry's arm wrapped around her body and hand holding a story book open on his lap.