The Mayor's Secret

Chapter 3

Within the grandiose confines of Mayor Akriel's opulent mansion, I found myself standing alongside Margie, a secretary-turned-nanny who I entrusted with the care of young Kean. The gravity of the situation weighed heavily upon me, as if Margie held the key to the secrets of diaper-changing. 

I was prepared to make a generous offer of doubling her salary, if only she would guide me through child-rearing.

The tumultuous storm of motherhood has beginned to rage within me! Was I truly cut out for this role, ill-equipped and unsure? These doubts swirled in my mind, casting shadows of uncertainty over my every move.

"Ma'am! I'm clueless too!" Margie confessed, mirroring my own diaper-changing dilemma.

Amidst the chaos of Kean's room, I couldn't help but marvel at the sight. His quarters were adorned with a quaint little bed on one side, while the other boasted a cozy reading nook overflowing with books. A small bathroom and walk-in closet completed the whimsical space.

Such luxury for such a tiny tyke.

"Should we change this quickly?" I asked, growing increasingly frustrated by Kean's restless antics within his lavishly decorated domain. His quite stubborn now, playing and crying and playing and crying.

"Well, Madame, according to my research, it takes a few hours for a diaper to reach its limit," Margie assured me, her eyes glued to the information on her phone screen.

"But we just changed him thirty minutes ago!" I sighed, feeling the urgency of the situation.

"Geez," Margie sympathized.

As the reality of motherhood sank in, I found myself bewildered by the chaotic scene unfolding before me. The unfamiliarity of it all amplified my own lack of experience, leaving me feeling adrift. The comfort I once sought seemed light-years away, replaced instead by the overwhelming responsibilities of caring for a child.

I decided to clean all the mess we made. Kean can be cute a lot of times, but he can also be messy, just like other kids. I started to clean all those scattered clutter. I started picking up his clothes and putting them in a laundry basket. I also gathered his Lego pieces and put them in the toy box. I looked at Margie, who was staring at me with her mouth open.

"What?! Aren't you going to help me?!" I scolded her, even though she hadn't done anything but stare at me.

"N-nothing, Madame. You're really hardworking," she shyly said.

"Aren't I hardworking as always?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Not really, Madame, but you can assign those tasks to me or to Kean." She said. "Look at this, Madame." Margie tapped Kean. "Kean baby, we'll play later, but first, organize your toys, okay? Deal?"

Kean nodded. He stood up and shook hands with Margie using his tiny hand.