Nana Golden Time Novels & Stories

It was only 7am and they had booked the doctor's appointment for 11am but she slid out of bed, freshened up and dressed up like she was late for a meeting that had already begun. "Slow down, my love." He urged, even though he was in a hurry himself. "Let's go." She pulled him away when she was done dressing up. He grabbed the keys and let her drag him to the parking lot. They were at the hospital a couple of hours before their appointment time so they spent a little time with Nana. Gemma sat beside Nana's bed and held the elderly lady's hand. "I'm so nervous, grandma." "Why are you nervous? Didn't you say you don't have any gender preference and that you will love your baby whether it's a bo

“Too bad, it’s too small for my wrist, but I feel lucky already after hugging you.” She wrapped her small arms around me. I was still basking in the warmth of her early-morning affection when I remembered the only reason why they were hovering over me and giving me good luck charms. Nana’s surgery was scheduled for 9am. My stomach twisted uncomfortably.

He was only focused on climbing the financial ladder. A thought crossed his mind and it relaxed him. A week ago, after Claire had been discharged from the hospital and he was still looking for a nanny for them, he had given them each a wristwatch that served as a tracking device. He had explained to them the purpose of the wristwatches and had made sure they understood what it was meant for. Once he alighted from his car at the school, their teacher was standing outside with the new nanny. "I'm so sorry Mr. Lucas. We have sent out a team in search of them already," the teacher began, her tone laced with concern.

The Next Day, 7:59am. The sun emitting from the window, hitting Sylvia's face made her open her eyes. "It's morning" she thought sitting up on the bed, her eyes moved to the wall clock. "There is still time" she thought then she remembered that she was starting her new job as a nanny today. She stood up and took off her clothes heading to the bathroom, she took a warm bath and when she was done m she walked out and went to her closet.

A soft smile fell on my face as I saw that. As we approached, he turned to face us, a broad smile gracing his features. He was deep in conversation with his father, and the warmth in his eyes when he saw me made my heart skip a beat. His robe, like mine, was a rich shade of midnight blue, adorned with intricate silver embroidery that mirrored the patterns on my gown. We looked like a matched pair, as if we were meant to stand side by side. But I knew all of these was just going to last for a day, and I would be back to what I really was the next day-a nanny to the kids and a baby machine to him.

Halley extended her hand over to her as she stood up too. She gave us a warm smile as she joined our table. Mr. Hollen gave her a glass of water. She seemed fragile but capable of getting around on her own. She wore a stunning necklace with a green dress. Her grey eyes were like Mr. Hollen's and she had platinum blonde hair. "It's Nana's birthday in a couple of weeks," he told us, "and we're doing a party at my house for her." She smiled sweetly at him. "Thank you dear," she said and patted his cheeks.

After a few minutes of pondering on what Nana said, I stood up and walked to my bedroom. My short legs led me to the little bookshelf in the corner of my room and I wasn't alarmed when the next book I picked was a book about Lycans. ~ "Your smoothies always taste so good, Akira." Eve moaned, taking another sip of the cup of smoothies. Nancy and Josh both nodded in agreement. "Buuuuuuut, her Nana's cookies are the best! Can I get that?" Josh countered, his green eyes fluttering cutely.

And then I saw her. Little Julie. Small. Shoulder-length blonde hair. Huge, sad blue eyes. A stuffed bunny stained with paint clutched in her arms. She stood at her bedroom door, silently watching us. “Julie,” Liam called, his voice lower but still firm. “This is Kyra. She’ll be your new nanny starting today. I want you to meet her, sweetheart.” The girl didn’t answer. Didn’t move. She simply turned and walked away as if she already knew there was no reason to interact.

"About Golden. What's his favorite color? What does he like to do? What makes him laugh?" Cecelia's expression softened. "He loves blue. Ocean blue specifically. He says it's the color of adventure." A small smile crossed her face. "He wants to be a fisherman like Fatima when he grows up. He loves being on the water, helping with the nets, asking a million questions about every fish they catch." "He's curious then." "About everything. He never stops asking why." She pulled out her phone, showing me videos. Golden running on a beach, his laughter bright and clear. Golden helping sort fish, his little hands careful despite his excitement. Golden at bedtime, demanding one more story.

"We put a dent in your cookie jar. I hope you don't mind" "No, it's alright Mel" "Good. Because Zander here is worse than you. I had to wrestle the jar from him" "I would never wrestle with a girl, Nana. Now, where is my cookie?" Mel laughed. "Not happening, young man. You've had enough" "But you said I could get a treat every time I called you Nana. " "I didn't say it would always be cookies. It could be an apple or a banana" "That's not fair. And I don’t like fruits"