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...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
In the morning, we woke tangled in each other's bodies. It may have been the most satisfying sleep I'd ever had. My face had been nuzzled in his chest but I loosened my hold on him so I could look up to see if he was awake. His eyes were still closed and soft ribbons of breath came sliding through his partially opened lips. He was warm and comfortable and I wished that we could stay like this forever.
But we had to make some decisions. We couldn't stay here but I didn't really know what the next move was. We now had his birth certificate but I couldn't just take him on a plane to the US. It would take time to get the proper paperwork and we had to bring Theodore to justice first. Maybe we could rent a small apartment in a building with good security until we worked things out. I could contact my parents and have them wire some of my money back to me. It wouldn't last very long with living expenses and legal fees, but it was a start. But how could I prevent Theodore from finding us?
Before I got myself worked up with worry, I turned my attention to Harry. I cupped his cheek and swiped my thumb back and forth over his warm skin. He gradually woke from his slumber and a lazy smile crept across his beautiful face. "G'morning," he whispered.
"G'morning," I replied. "How do you feel today?"
He yawned in response. "Still sleepy, I guess," he said. "But not as bad. Not dizzy like yesterday."
I closed the space between us and laid a tender kiss on his lips. "I'm glad," I said. "I had never been so scared in my entire life," I said, my voice trembling with near-sorrow to remember how close I had come to losing him. The lack of sleep didn't help one bit in keeping my emotions in check either.
He stroked my cheek and swiped a stray tear as it fell. "Don't cry, Jules. I'm okay now."
"I know," I sniffled. "I just feel so awful for everything you've been through in your life. It's not fair." I buried my face in his neck and wept openly. His fingers strummed up and down my back while he uttered quiet sounds of comfort.
Finally, he kissed my temple and said, "You have no idea how happy I am that you're here now. I don't know what I'd do or where I'd be without you."
It crossed my mind that there was a very real possibility Theodore might have killed him by now, either with the constant stream of medications he likely didn't need, or just by losing his patience one too many times.
"I'm so glad I took this job," I said. "I can't imagine what my life would be like without you. And if no one ever had enough guts to stand up to Theodore."
"So what do we do now?" He asked.
"We need to call the police," I said. With that, I got out of bed and began the search for my phone. I honestly had no idea where I had left it but it wasn't plugged in to the charging cord. "Can you help me?" I asked Harry.
