He chuckled, a warm sound that echoed in the small space. "Well, Anthropologist Annie,Strictly off the record from the tribe, of course."
"Perfect. You look sensible. Not like the last one who tried to steal my husband's vintage watch collection," she said, pulling a leather-bound planner from her Chanel bag. "Can you start Monday? Little Grayer needs a firm hand, and I need to go to a fundraiser for endangered moss." DiГЎrio de uma Nanny ComГ©dia, Drama, Romance 200...
"No," I said, standing up straight, feeling a wave of calm wash over me. "I am the only person in this apartment who actually looks at your son. He doesn't need another French tutor, Mrs. X. He needs you." I was fired on the spot. He chuckled, a warm sound that echoed in the small space
The next morning, Mrs. X called me into her pristine, white living room. She had found a nanny cam recording I didn't know existed. It didn't show me doing anything wrong—it showed me hugging Grayer, telling him he was loved, and letting him eat pizza. Not like the last one who tried to
Caleb smiled, stepping forward and handing me a cup. "I heard what happened. You did the right thing."
Navigating a romance with a gorgeous guy from the penthouse while cleaning up toddler vomit and dodging the piercing glare of Mrs. X was a masterclass in comedy and chaos. Caleb was sweet, grounded, and fiercely protective of me, often pulling me away for late-night walks in the park just to let me vent about the absurdities of my day. But the bubble had to burst eventually.