Nanny and the Alpha Daddy(His Nanny Mate)
Ella asked, looking up from her breakfast of toast and sunny side up eggs to stare wistfully at the door.
“No,” I lied. “He’s just tired.”
“Oh.”
I watched as Ella poked at her eggs with her fork for a bit before pushing the plate away and hopping off of her chair.
“Ella,” I said, peering over the table at her plate, “you hardly ate your breakfast.”
Ella shrugged. Instead of answering, she merely said, “Can I watch some TV?”
I sighed, standing, and reluctantly nodded. Ella skipped off toward the living room; as I cleaned up her half-eaten meal, I heard the TV click on. It sounded like the news… And there was a familiar voice coming from the television.