Nana Golden Time Novels & Stories

Oliver said Daddy only nodded his head and played the movie. As we watched underwater I cuddled with Ace as my legs were on Wyatt's lap We watched 9 movies before it turned midnight and Daddy chased us all to bed. Oliver woke me up at 8 am and told me to get ready. It took some time since everything was still sore and I moved slowly but once I was done taking a shower I got dressed. I wore tight jeans, a black T-shirt, and one of Zander's favorite hoodies

Frank's mom asked, "They are doing fine In the North pole, and they will soon come with mom" Claren said, "ohh, how I wish your mom could be alive today to witness her children growing fast" Nicole's mom said, why tears dripping down from her eyes, "What do you mean?" Claren asked, "my mom Is very much alive, she and my siblings are In the North pole, and she had another set of twins" Claren explained, "You mean the nanny that your dad employed after the death of your mom had another set of twins" Nicole's mom explained,

It's working overtime to cloak a body that, since I turned about fifteen, had people describing it with words like 'curvaceous' or 'voluptuous'-words that would never land a gig as a structured, upper-class English nanny. As soon as I walk into the large, modernist Lamington Global Media House, frustration greets me as I have to stop every ten seconds to explain to some receptionist, some security guard, or some secretary where I'm going. A fortress of glass, steel, and high-gloss marble. "Hello, I have come for an interview for the position of nanny." "Hello, I am here for an interview." "Good morning, I am here for an interview." I sound like a broken record.

"But fine, for you, I'd have settled for the crazy cat lady lifestyle." "Multiple husbands? Really, Zara?" I raised an eyebrow, amused. "What? I like variety. Is that so wrong?" Zara shot back, grinning. Nana shook her head and muttered something about "young people these days." I looked at her, perched quietly in her wheelchair by the window. Beyond her, a tranquil lake mirrored the azure sky, its surface punctuated by the vivid greens of surrounding foliage. Nana was framed by nature's canvas as if she was a subject in a classic painting – beautiful, timeless, and regal.

I spent over ten years in school yet nothing has prepared me for this. “Quinn is my only granddaughter,” Nana starts. Wait. Quinn has two female cousins. “Well, the only one who’s dating a man I tolerate. I more than tolerate you.” She winks and reaches into the little sequined purse she’s carrying. “Which is why I want you to have this.” I blink, staring at the ring in Nana’s fingers. “It was mine,” she says softly. “It’s nothing fancy, and the ring won’t fit Quinn. But I want you to have it, take the diamonds and make it into something Quinn would like.”

The corner of his lip curled up slightly with a soft chuckle. "I want to hold Nana! Nana!" He clamped and unclamped the air in front of the laptop. "Calm down, sweetheart. Nana will give you a big hug tomorrow." "Promise?" "Cross my heart and hope to die." "You shouldn't use those strong words on him." "Little King loves Nana big big!" "Aww! My sweet baby, Nana loves his little cute angel big big big!" "Enjoy your grandmother, son. But Mom, don't extend the video call past the max."

“Goldie.” “That thing wouldn’t die,” I laugh. “Are you making a Nana Benson-Goldie comparison?” “Yes,” Rory chuckles. “Goldie was like eight before she finally passed. Nana is just like that. She’s in her late eighties, went through hip and knee replacements, and is still as spunky as ever.” “You had a mouse live for eight years?” Dean asks dubiously. “Maybe seven and a half. I took really good care of her.”

“Are you sure? Nana, it’s late… you’re tired, you’ve barely rested. Maybe it’s —” “I’m not imagining it.” Nana’s voice sharpens. Her breathing is shallow, her pulse loud in her ears. She grips Felicia’s hands. “I can feel my baby. He’s out there. He’s calling for me.” Felicia hesitates, worry filling her eyes. “Nana, it’s dangerous outside. It’s past midnight… please, think —” But Nana’s body moves before her mind does. Her feet step back. Her breath trembles. Her muscles tense like a drawn bow.

It felt even more wonderful that I was the reason for such smiles and so I couldn't resist. When myself and Rob was coming here, I already knew any plans I had for the day would be cancelled, Nana would never let me leave on time. So, I might as well just enjoy my self and all the attention she was showering on me. I should really bring the kids over, they would really do a good job in lightening up the whole house. Besides, Nana was all alone now. With her kids all grown up and living their respective lives, alongside a busy husband despite his age, Nana definitely had too much spare time on her hands. A little holiday with the kids wouldn't hurt.

“...we’re your Mama and Papa.” Cecilia looked at their faces one by one. No memories surfaced, but… her heart felt calm. She nodded slowly. “Okay… If Mama and Papa say so, I believe you.” Nana held back tears. “Thank you, God,” she whispered. Meanwhile, at the studio inside Nathan’s family mansion, things were busier than usual. Luxurious fabrics hung neatly, several sketches were spread out on the work table, and a giant mood board was pinned to the wall.