The Nanny ✔

#20

Word count: 1604

Sophie's POV

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"Good morning."

I turn around with a smile but it drops instantly as I spot Demola and take a gulp, quickly shifting my attention to the dishes I am doing.

"Good morning." I reply meekly.

He is shirtless and looking delicious with his faded blue trousers hanging loosely around his waist, defining the V line below his abdomen. He obviously doesn't know the effect that has on me.

"What's wrong?" He mumbles and I feel heat clamp on my skin, immediately alerting me that he's right behind me.

I stay rigid for a while but when he doesn't move close to me, I shrug and cough lightly.

"No-nothing."

"Doesn't sound like it." I feel movement and know his eyes are probably burning holes into my back but I refuse to turn around.

"Seriously, it's nothing much. Just cramps and it started this morning." My period started this morning.

It was a good thing I bought the pads last week when we're on our way to pick Oli from Tania's place.

"What's cramp-"

I turn around to quickly clear the confusion I can already sense in his tone.

"Menstrual cramps..."

"Oh... that." His frown deepens. "And you're working this much? Come sit here." He pats the kitchen stool and I internally groan.

Why did I tell him?

This isn't the first time he is asking me not to work because I have cramps.

"There is no big deal. I get it sometim-mes." I end with a wince when I feel the tug below my abdomen again.

It feels as if my body is being split into two from the waist but I'm trying to act cool so I won't suddenly look like an attention seeker; I know there is a limit to the pain I can bear.

I feel his arms around me as he pulls me into his chest and chuckles lightly.

It sounds melodic in my ears. Deep and husky.

"Sophie, how about we do this?"

I feel the tension ease out of me slowly when he rubs soothing circles around my waist. "What?"

"You do the dishes while I prepare breakfast."

"That's not possible si- Demola." I rasp.

Thank goodness I didn't have a slip up because I almost did.

He already asked me to stop addressing him as 'sir' but it still slips sometimes because I used to say it deliberately before we started dating.

"It's possible and that's how we'll do things this morning."

"I can't change your mind, can I?" I huff and look up into his eyes.

"Nope." He pops the 'p', his eyes twinkling.

The heat emitting from his chest envelopes me and I inhale sharply, a small smile gracing my lips. That reminds me, he is supposed to be at work.

The pain didn't allow me concentrate on so many things I usually do on a dayily basis.

Turning back to the counter, I rinse a plate, before drying it with the napkin.

If only he would unwrap his arms from my waist and stop the magical melody his fingers are playing on my skin.