The Nanny ✔

#10

Word count: 1655

Demola's POV*

Two months later**

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"Why is Sophie not coming with us today again daddy?" Oli questions gloomily, laying an emphasis on 'again' as she fastens her belt tightly on her waist.

I stare at her appreciatively but ignore her question, watching the teeth slowly shooting out. It's been like, three months or so since they were out when she fell on the pavement.

New ones have replaced the ones that fell but they're still really small.

I shift my gaze over to her wardrobe when she gives me a deadpanned look. "It's our thing." I remind her.

Oli looks at me with pursed lips as if I just insulted her late mother. I release an exasperated breath.

She never used to allow anyone come along when I said I would take her out. Now she talks about Sophie as if Sophie is her best friend and they've gotten so close they now share matching bows.

"But she's now a part of our family and she is nice." Oli pouts. No, she isn't a family member but if Oli thinks she is, I'll let her.

Just remembering how Sophie decided to seclude herself from what she used to do before has me sucking my teeth in irritation.

"It's getting late. Put on your timberland and let's go." I almost snap and step out of Oli's room.

I enter mine and pick my phone, wallet and two folders to keep in my car.

Taking short glances at them throughout the drive would surely remind me that I have a project to submit next week.

My mind drifts back to Sophie all of a sudden. Her thick blue hair flows silkily before my memory instead of being in the usual stubborn afro form I always see it in, making me shake my head. My mind's wandering again...

I still can't believe Sophie took that bold step that day, hitting on me. She's not bad looking either and her body could make a guy trip but... I don't want her.

I don't want anyone.

I made sure to put her in her place but unfortunately, she also stayed out of my way. Never exchanged any form of conversation except good morning or good night after then. She's no longer the bright smiling girl she used to be with me when she got here.

Well, I did remind her to stick to her nanny duties, but that doesn't stop the irritation I feel whenever I'm reminded of how she's now so formal. It annoys me.

She stopped packing me my the breakfasts after the first time I shrugged her advances off. Indeed, she is childish.

I leave my room in time to see Oli stepping out of hers with her timberland fitted legs, making her look a great inches taller than she really is.

Her fitted brown shorts compliments her small wrist watch and we are wearing matching white shirts. Her mom used to have hers as well but I already put it away after she died.

Oli holds my hand left with her small right hand, a wide grin resting comfortably on her cute face and we both walk into the sitting room.

I'm surprised she seems to have gotten over the fact that I almost snapped at her earlier but, I then remind myself that she's a usually like this.

Kids tend to forget and forgive easily, except the person's offence I actually unforgivable to them. I make a mental note to be more caring and gentle towards her. My irritation towards Sophie has absolutely nothing to do with my daughter.