Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 61900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
“There you go, a natural.” I smirk as he awkwardly pats Star’s back.
She lets out a giant burp that has him pausing. “What the fuck?”
“Stop swearing in front of her.”
“She just burped louder than a grown man. How?”
I laugh. “Babies, they’re capable ...”
Before I can finish my sentence, Star follows her burp with a vomit. White milk comes spewing out of her mouth and lands all over Hugh and his leather jacket. I press my hand to my mouth to smother a laugh as the most horrified expression fills his face. Vomit drips from his hands and his jacket, as he slowly turns to look up at me.
Oh, the horror.
I can’t help it, I burst out laughing. My body shakes as I reach for Star, taking her from his arms. He looks like he’s about to bust a cap, his face is red as he slowly stands, the vomit running down his body now.
“Did I forget to mention babies vomit a lot?” I giggle.
“Do. Not. Speak. To. Me,” he growls, slowly taking steps toward the bathroom, hands out in front of him, expression hard.
“That’s a good girl, Star,” I say, laughing as I bury my face into the little girl’s neck. “Well done. Daddy deserved that one.”
“I did not,” he yells from the bathroom.
“You did. Karma is a bitch, Hugh.”
He growls.
I laugh harder.
“What’s going on?”
I turn to see Delilah walking into the living area, makeup smudged on her face, hair a mess, still wearing the clothes she came home in last night. I’ve not seen her less than perfect, it’s a nice change.
“Hugh got vomited on.”
She blinks. “Oh.”
Then she walks over and takes Star from my arms. “Hi, baby, hi. Mommy is so sorry she missed you last night. So sorry.”
She turns, kissing Star’s cheeks as she walks away.
“Morning to you, too,” I mutter.
“Get me a coffee, Maggie,” she calls.
“I’m not sure if you know this or not,” I say, “but I’m a nanny, not a servant.”
She glares at me.
I give her a sickly-sweet smile.
She is about to open her mouth and argue when Hugh walks back in. He looks at the both of us, and then distracts Delilah and her rude retort by saying, “What the fuck happened last night?”
That’s my cue.
I get the hell out of there.
I’m a nanny, I’m not here to get between them and their arguments.
No, thank you.
3
“How’s it going?” Gabby asks as I rock Star’s stroller with my foot, back and forth, while trying to sip on my coffee.
We’re at Eve’s café, Wildflowers, while Hugh is over at the club doing business. I told him I wanted to come into town, and he told me he’d take me, but only if I could waste some time first as he had a few things he wanted to do. I’m fine with that, I enjoy getting out, and after my car accident a few months ago, I’m without a car so I’m mostly relying on other people to get me around.
You think with all the money in Delilah’s family, they would provide me with a car.
She probably has a few spares lying around.
“It’s going okay,” I tell Gabby, my long-time best friend.
We just came out of a rough spot, when I slept with her best friend Rhett, but to be fair, I was going through a lot and made less than advisable choices. I thought Rhett would distract me from the turmoil my body was left in after I broke things off, for the millionth time, with Dion. God, even thinking of that name makes my stomach twist.
Anyway, Gabby and I had a falling out, but things are good again now. I never told her why I was sleeping with Rhett, because if she knew Dion was back in my life, even for a short time, she’d be disappointed in me, and I wouldn’t want that. She knows what he did to me. She knows the toxic road he took me down. She felt the attachment that I let consume my life.
I wouldn’t want her to go through that again.
“Is Delilah nice? She seems nice, but I’ve only seen her lingering about.”
“She’s not,” I say, shaking my head. “She acts like I’m some sort of servant and in the way of Hugh and her running off and living their happily ever after.”
“What is the deal with those two?” Eve asks, stopping at our table after hearing our conversation.
“It’s rude to eavesdrop, Eve.”
I glance over my shoulder at Doris, the local town gossip and best woman I’ve ever met. I’ve only had the pleasure of meeting her a couple of times, but every time she makes me laugh. She’s an absolute blast, and I could come in here just to sit and listen to her talk.
“Seriously, Doris.” Eve laughs. “You have been sitting here the entire time listening to their conversation.”