Nana Golden Time Novels & Stories

She really was extremely lucky to have him as her guide through all of this mayhem. “Not interrupting at all,” Nana assured him with a smile. “We were just about caught up.” Cutter nodded. “You must’ve talked fast. That’s a lot of years to cover in a short amount of time.” “Well, most of them were not particularly interesting, not until the end, anyhow,” Nana muttered. She picked up the photo album and carefully stood. Ru wasn’t sure if she should offer to help, but she managed to make her way over to the bookshelf and slide the volume in at the end. It seemed like she should say something in response, anything, but she was having a hard time figuring out the words.

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

“I think we’ll mess up a hundred times. But love them so much they’ll never notice.” I exhaled against his chest. “Okay. Then I’m in.” “We’re already in.” — By morning, everyone knew. Adriana threw open the door with paint swatches for the nursery. “I’m thinking soft sage or golden cream! Oh my goddess, can I be the fun aunt?!” Nana said nothing but dropped off two blankets she’d already started knitting. Landon built a rocking chair. Reule made me tea, massaged my ankles, and added a “baby update journal” to his nightstand.

Alicia said and the students quickly agreed with her. “Am sorry Rachel, But I have to join in this game” Nana said. “What!” “Common, it will be fun.it just for today and we got 30 minutes left...you should join too...take a break from books” Nana said “Fine!”Rachel rolled her eyes.

" Early the next morning, Ashton and I arrived at Mom's house at the agreed time. I clipped a tiny camera to Ashton's collar and slipped a voice recorder into his pocket. Once everything was ready, I slipped into the stairwell to monitor what was happening. The moment Mom opened the door, her face was all smiles. "Oh, Ashton! It's been so long! I've been so busy lately, I haven't had a chance to invite you over for a meal together." After welcoming Ashton inside, she quickly brought out tea and refreshments. Hailey was sitting upright on the living room couch with heavy makeup on her face. It was obvious her outfit was brand new. "Ashton, you must be tired! Here, have some fruit! Oh no, the

She shook her head in disbelief before walking down the stairs. “Harry fell asleep while I fed him, so I laid him down in his crib. Is that okay?” she asked softly. “You placed him on his back, right?” I asked her. It was the only sense of normalcy in the otherwise tumultuous morning. She smiled. “Yes, on his back. Don’t worry. And then Bethany wanted a nao. The kid sure does love her naps,” she snickered. I looked at my phone. It was nearing one in the afternoon. “It is time for her nap, and she has to catch up on her beauty sleep. Thanks for taking her away…”

Anya’s POV I accompanied the children and played at the amusement park for an entire morning. At lunchtime, I bought fried chicken and fries for the children. Time passed quickly, and three hours had gone by! One o’clock in the afternoon, the nanny looked at the watch and reminded, “Miss Walter, it has been three hours. It’s time for us to take them.” “Okay, stay safe on the way!” “Bye, Mommy.” “Goodbye, darling.” I was a little down.

“Oh my God, thank you so much, Nana!” “Please, Elizabeth…” she said, patting my back with a sigh. “Be careful. And come back on time. Don’t drink too much. Don’t talk to strange men. And—” “Nana,” I cut her off gently, smiling. “I’ll be fine. Promise.” She gave me a look — the kind of look a mother gives right before handing over the keys to a teenager — and then nodded reluctantly. “I’ll leave around eleven,” I said, already running the timeline in my head. “Should be back by one.”

I left the sealed research institute to attend my daughter's graduation, only to stumble upon a scene that froze my blood—my husband's nanny humiliating my daughter in front of everyone. She sneered and declared, "Austin Grant rules over Bexley City." I smiled. "Well, I think that's about to change." … What I couldn't understand was how, during all the years I'd been gone, Austin could let something like this happen. How could he allow a mere nanny to bully my precious daughter?