The Man of My Dreams

Ch.2

It broke my heart and I never got over him. That whole first year, my life sort of spiraled. I got into trouble, I drank at parties, and even had a few flings. My sister, Amy, helped me get back on my feet again. Even though I wasn't totally over it, I was ok. I have an amazing job nannying for 2 boys and I am considered a part of their family.

It is Monday morning and I am rolling out of bed at 7:15 am.

"Ughhhh!" I turn my alarm off and make my way to the bathroom. I don't have time to shower so I just wash my face, brush my teeth, and put my shoulder length blonde hair in a no effort bun.

Amy already left for her job at the diner down the road. She works the early morning shifts and then the dinner shifts. So I am left to take care of our cat, George and make sure he has food and water. He is an orange mainecoon and he is fat but adorable. His eyes remind me of Harry's because they are almost the same evergreen color. I guess that's why I picked him out.

I check the time on the stove and see it is already 7:30. "Shit! Fuck, I'm going to be late." I quickly get dressed in sweats and grab a sweatshirt from the closet. I'm working with kids, so appearences don't necessarily matter. Just as long as I am presentable and I don't look like a hoochie mama.

I grab my keys and scan the house trying to remember if I forgot anything. I didn't, so I ran out the door locking it behind me before jumping into my mommy-mobile. I own a 2013 Chevy Equinox and it is the perfect car to drive 2 boys around in.

Once I arrived, I put my stuff on the dinning table and run upstairs to get the boys ready for the day. Their mom is still home getting ready for her job as a dentists assistant.

As I walk into the kid's room, I turn the light on and head straight to the closet to pick out their clothes. I grab a pair of light blue jeans and a blue Tshirt that has surf boards on it for Nathan. He is 8 years old and in second grade. I grab underwear and socks for him and set the outfit down on the end of his bed.

I turn to get clothes for his brother, Evan, who is 3, when Nathan sat up in bed. "Goodmorning!!!!" He yells rather enthusiastically. I chuckle and tell him goodmorning as well.

"Get dressed then head downstairs for breakfast." He nods his head and takes his clothes into the bathroom. Nathan is at the age where he doesn't like getting changed in front of people. Yet he would run around naked if he wanted to
When I get Evans clothes, I put them on the changing table and walk over to his bed.

"Wake up sleepy head. Time to get dressed." I smile when he tucks his head under the covers shielding his eyes from the light. "No no dear. We've got to wake up now." Evan still doesn't move. I take the corner of his blanket and ever so slowly lift it up until I see his face. He smiles so adorably and snuggles harder into the blanket.

"I saw youuuu. You're awake." I go to lift the blanket again but he holds on.

"No." He says with meaning. I laugh and stand up and start walking away. I know exactly what will get him out of bed.

"Okay Evan... But then you don't get to have waffles." I stop at the doorway as I hear him shuffle in the bed. I peek over my shoulder and see him rubbing his eyes before making his way over to the changing table. I turn around fully as he settles himself on the table ready for me to change him.

Once I put clothes on him after 5 agonizing minutes trying to get his socks on his tiny flailng feet, we make our way downstairs. Nathan is in the living room watching tv. He's not suposed to before school so I turn the TV off and head to the kitchen.

Nathan storms into the kitchen in a huff. "Miss Marissa. Whyyy did you turn the TV off?" He stands there with one hand on his hip and the other in the air like 'what the heck'.