Highest Rank #61 in Fanfiction! Juliette McGill finds the perfect position as a nanny for a young boy with special needs. Only when she arrives at the family's home in British Columbia, she discovers that the boy is not quite what she expected and t...
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When we woke up, Harry seemed much more calm and rested. I glanced at the clock. It was 4:00 PM. "Wow, I guess we were both pretty sleepy," I told him. "We slept for three hours!"
"I feel better now, Nanny Jules," he said in a thick, deep voice that didn't match his childlike persona.
"I'm so glad, Harry. And hey, I was thinking. You're getting older so maybe you don't have to call me Nanny Jules. You're almost an adult. How about if you just call me Jules?"
Harry sat up abruptly and looked at me with his jaw dropped wide open. "I'm almost an adult?" He said in wonder.
I giggled and nodded my head. "When you turn 18, you'll be an adult. When is your birthday?"
He looked perplexed. "I don't know."
Oh for fuck's sake, I could think of about ten people I'd like to bash over the head with a shovel right now. And all their names were Theodore!
"Do you remember having cake and ice cream? Or celebrating with balloons and presents? Was it a long time ago?" I asked, trying to get him to at least remember the time of year.
The look of bewilderment stuck fast. "I...I don't remember. I think maybe once, lots of years ago."
"Many years ago," I gently corrected him. "Lots of years makes sense, but it sounds more mature to say many years ago."
For once, he didn't apologize. "Oh, thank you, Nanny Jules."
I gave him a pointed look to see if he would remember what I had told him about my name. He didn't immediately change his wording. "Jules. You can just call me Jules, okay?"
"Oh right. Jules," he said, testing it out. "Thank you...Jules."
"Or if you like Juliette better, you can call me that. Like Romeo and Juliette, except her name was spelled differently than mine."
"Who are they?" He asked in perfect innocence.
Oy vey! This kid had so much catching up to do. Although, I wasn't sure a Shakespearean tragedy was the way to go, at least not yet.
"We'll learn about them some time," I told him. "They're a famous couple in history, in love with each other but their families refused to let them be together." I didn't tell him about the tragic ending and I moved quickly on to another topic. "Well, I'm going to find out when your birthday is," I told him. "Everyone deserves cake, ice cream and presents on their birthday!"
"Yes!" he agreed happily. "I'm so 'cited."
"Excited," I said slowly and he repeated after me. "You know what? I'm going to bake you a cake today, even if it's not your birthday. How does that sound?"
