Daddy I Want A Nanny Novels & Stories

Men always show themselves when you press hard enough. My son shifts on my lap, quiet as ever. He clings to me, his small fingers curling around my sleeve. I glance down at him, then back to the man who claims he wants to be a nanny. A male nanny. The idea alone is ridiculous. But desperation makes men step into roles they don’t belong in. I want to see if he’ll survive five minutes under pressure. If not, I’ll have him dragged back out to the street where he belongs. I lean back in my chair, stroking the boy’s hair once before speaking. My voice is calm, but every word is a weight.

“I told Daddy that it’s him and you I want. I don’t need a nanny.” "No one would be able to not like you, Gabby," Beta Maddox said, as he looked down at the child. Pinching his cheeks, he continued, "You're so cute. You also needed someone aside from us. We need to go to the pack. We cannot leave you unattended." Gabby pouted. "It's clear that she doesn't like me. The same with the first nanny and the third. I don't like her, either. She’s ugly. Make her go away. I only want to be with you and daddy."

“If the nanny dies, Anastasia will lose her mind.” A humorless laugh slipped from my throat. “Nanny?” I repeated mockingly. “Is that what we’re calling her now?” I adjusted the cuffs of my tunic before continuing down the corridor without the slightest urgency. “She is not a nanny,” I said coolly. “She is human garbage with medical knowledge and a surprising talent for irritating me.” “If the human dies,” I continued lazily, “throw her body into the outer trenches and let the wolves sort it out.”

"You don't want to be fired. On the contrary, I gave you a promotion, but you're also reluctant to leave your Nanny position." I'd rather not be too demanding or troublesome. However, I also hate holding onto lingering feelings of unease. "Y-yes." My fingers curled into a tight fist, forcing myself to look up steadily. "Sir, I'm capable of taking on both roles. Outside of Grand Lady activities, may I continue to be Leon's nanny? It doesn't feel right to give up just because I found a better opportunity. After all, I want to continue caring for him."

Lily’s sleepy reply was muffled but clear enough: “I had a bad dream… and I couldn’t find Miss Ava… did she leave?” My stomach twisted with guilt and adrenaline. I was standing here completely naked, wrists cuffed above my head, pussy aching and leaking, while this sweet little girl was looking for me. Damien was silent for a second, it was clear he was thinking of what to say. If he should say I already left or not. “Daddy. I don’t want her to leave, I like her. She’s the only one of these nanny’s that I’ve liked!” Hearing that made my heart swell in some kind of way and I couldn’t help but smile.

She was the exact reason I wanted to go with my parents but I didn't know how to tell them that. "Damon, stay at home with me and let your parents be on their way. They will be late for the meeting they are going to." Nancy, my twenty-two-year-old nanny, said, moving closer to me. "We will have fun at home. You don't have to be a burden to your parents."

DOMINIC POV: That nagging voice at the back of my mind was right. There were rules of business that you couldn’t ignore: Never sleep with someone you work with. Especially if that person was the only one keeping your infant son alive. I opened the bathroom door for a quick view before leading her into the adjoining room. A few of my things were still inside. “I had a nanny who stayed in here. She couldn’t handle Harry’s constant crying and quit. So, I was going to look for someone new after I had figured out what food he could keep down. Now, this room will be yours.”

Maybe he is imperiling to fire her or stop paying for her son's college fees overseas? Yeah, you heard that right. That's how generous and sweet Mr Riccaford is to the society - but an absurdly mean father to his only daughter. The irony! "Should I?" I ask Damian. I feel bad for my nanny. I can't cut her calls. It would be so insolent of me. And I can't deal with these annoying rings. I need them to stop so I can concentrate on my food and my Damian? He reaches for my hand, giving it a sweet grip to reassure me.

"I miss him, Mama." "I know, sweetheart. I miss him too," I whispered, holding her close. "But we will always be here for each other, no matter what. Our love will never fade, even in the darkest of times. And one day, Daddy will realize just how much he means to us." The next morning I woke up early and began searching for a nanny to watch after Sofia since it was still summer holiday and I couldn't risk taking Sofia with me to work. She might just end up bumping into Enzo and causing a scene which could make me lose my job.

She hated changing preschools to. "I found a job for you. There is a desperate man in need of a nanny. Here is his name. His number. I can give you a few more jobs in that field" offers Holly as she hands over a number. Sawyer looked over the name. Donovan Spencer. He needed a full time nanny. That sounded like it might work. He had one infant child. She could do that possibly. "Sawyer Carter?" asks Holly breaking up Sawyer's thoughts. "Sorry I was thinking that this job might work out for me after all" mumbles an excited Sawyer.