Nanny Dearest

Chapter Six Friendly Talk

I should quit, I think to myself as I sit in my bed with the curtains wide open as the sunlight poured into my room. Everything was quiet here expect the birds chirping along the side of the window looking in, a smile appear on my lips as I felt like Cinderella for a split second before I go back in thought trying to solve the little problems I am having. One my employer put is hands on me, that's a whole lawsuit but as yesterday looking in the mirror the marks from his hands faded and I'm pretty sure it's gone since it's the next day. Also the staff here is fond of our boss so there's no win and two I realized I have grown attached to the little Makar I most definitely know he's not my son but I can't help but to tend to him like a mother would, It's one of my traits I was blessed with and I am a nanny so I'm doing my job. Three I did some rethinking and I was a bit out of bound to approached Mr. Nikiforov and complain about him being a parent, who am I to judge after all it was my second day and I was judging right off the back but I still wonder what is so important about his work that he can barely spend time with his own son.

Getting out of bed and walk over to my closet opening it and looking to find what to wear before picking out a floral dress which had red roses on them and green leafs in a flowy look. I paired the outfit with black basic heels. Putting the outfit on my bed I went in the bathroom to take a shower and began my day, when I was finished doing my morning routine I put my hair in a high puff and walk out of the bathroom to put my outfit once I was finished I look in the full body mirror to make sure I look decent and tidy up the look so I won't be presented as a mess . I made my bad and scanned the room to make sure everything was neat before opening my door and walking out but my heel almost hit something. I look down to see Makar on the floor criss cross on his phone, the boy outfit was a white button up sleeve that was tucked in his grey short as he wore brown suspenders with his brown shoes on. He has white socks on but one was pulled up and the other was scrunch down and on top his hair ...the little boys hair was messy I mean bed head messy.

"Morning Marya." He looked up and smiled at me and I smiled back watching the boy got up from the floor dusting himself off and I just stared at his hair.

"Morning Makar your hair my boy." I touched his hair and he laughed a little shaking it, it's getting long.

"Dad tried to do it but he got angry and told me to get you, but your door was locked so I sat out here and wait." He said and shrugs his shoulders, I held my laughter in from a moment because I find it funny that Mr.Nikiforov having trouble on how to do hair.

"How long have you been waiting?" I asked moving my hand from his head folding my arms.

"Five minutes, come on." He grabbed my hand pulling me as I followed him out, we pass the main living area as I listen to Makar talked about his morning and what he's planning on doing today. It's nice to see him making a schedule for himself most parents set it out, Once we got to this all white room Mr.Nikiforov was sitting down beside a comb and brush leaning back on the couch on his phone. His outfit was similar to Makar's but he wore grey slacks and no suspenders, that was replaced with a tie his hair was in a neat ponytail and I raised an eyebrow wanting to ask a question but I just held my tongue. I grab the brush and comb before taking a seat on the couch and motion Makar to sit, moving my legs to the side a little so I can do his hair. Feeling a bit awkward with the silence I began to start a conversation well at least try to.

"You having a little trouble with his hair?" I asked I started to comb a section of Makar hair it was silky but there are tangles in it.

"I don't do hair." Mr. Nikiforov replied his tone is the same as before and it seems like he's not interested in the conversation. Makar moved his head from the comb a little and I pluck his forehead getting him to hold still.