Nanny Plum Novels & Stories

Ivy’s lips parted, like she was about to tell me to go to hell, but then she hesitated because that would mean disrespecting me— her brother’s doctor for years now. "You want me to what, Doc?" Her voice was hoarse. I assumed roughened by sleepless nights and too many quiet cries. "Be Sophie’s nanny," I repeated, calmer this time. More controlled so she would know I wasn’t kidding.. "You can live in my house. Everything’s free. Shelter, food, anything. All you have to do is look after my daughter, be her mother figure, I’ll pay you well. Bonuses, advance pay, health insurance, overtime pay, paid day offs. Name it."

“And it’s all because of Ryan here! Making those deadly cocktails and giving them to an old woman.” “I warned you about them, mum but you wouldn’t listen.” Aunt Ryan said covering the smoothie blender with its cover before she threw a glance over her shoulders. “You kept on saying ‘Today we celebrate that I have a genuis granddaughter! There are no rules!” She turned back to the blender after doing a pretty good representation of Nana. Next, the noisy sound of the blender filled the kitchen and Nana wailed. “If you want to kill me, Ryan. Then you should just say so.” Nana hissed when the noise stopped. Then surprisingly she turned to me.

I ended the call and typed a text message so she would not call me. Me: Action figure on a mission. Call you later. I pressed send and stretched my neck, checking where they were. Two nannies in the same floral red top and white pants scrub walked toward the wooden swing bench while the other stepped toward the pond with Eliza in her arms, pointing at the Koi fish and entertaining the infant. “I’m glad she sent us outside. I can’t breathe when she’s around,” the younger nanny grumbled, leaning on the backrest. “Who needs three nannies, by the way?”

Then I reached for it, carefully, slowly, and turned it over. A smiling woman looked back at me. She couldn't have been older than twenty-eight, dark hair framing a warm, gentle face, and there was a happiness in her smile that photographs rarely captured. Beside her stood a little girl — dark hair, serious eyes, and the slightest tilt of her head whenever she was thinking. Lily. Younger, perhaps three years old, but unmistakably Lily.

Bessie cautioned as she walked out of the dinning room with her plate of cereal while Sloan watch her outburst in total amusement . “ Wow ! , Did she just speak to me like that ? ” Sloan exclaimed in shock. It is not her fault but Rodney's , she would teach her a lesson as far as she is Sloan . * Ryan's Mansion * Old Nanny retired from the day's job , she exit the premises when Violet drove in and bade he good bye . Violet unlocks the using the passcode , she was welcomed homely by the cool house , she went straight to the refrigerator to grab a cola .

Simon said, rolling his eyes. “I'm so sorry guys, I have to be at the mansion soon”. —-------------- I walked into the hall in the mansion dragging my suitcase along. There was nobody in sight. I could hear light singing from the kitchen, so I left my luggage in the hall and carefully made my way into the kitchen. “Hello?” An older woman turned, startled at the sound of my voice. “Hi, I'm Victoria the new nanny”. I stretched my hand out for a handshake. The old lady looked at me for a while before her lips stretched out into a wide smile and she enveloped me in a warm hug.

And I sure as hell didn’t want her to hear me talking about her breasts. Or the fact that I had been leering at them. She would think I was a pervert and run away. “Are you fucking kidding me?” Camille hissed. “You ARE fucking the nanny!” “No, I’m not! Eileen isn’t like that. She is sweet and smart, and she'd never just have a fling with someone.” Camille rolled her eyes. “Well, there has to be something wrong with her. She is letting someone else’s baby ruin her body. Does she love money that much?”

His deep voice boomed across the passageway. "No," Cynthia shook her head. "it's about the woman you hired as a nanny." My eyes perked up, Malachi raised his brow then softened his gaze as he turned and crouched before to Lila. "Piccolina, do you mind stepping into your room for a moment?" "Of course daddy!" She squealed then ran past us to her room. Malachi rose up, regarding Cynthia with that his hard stare. "I believe this woman is unfit and unstable to look after your daughter." I gasped at her words, my eyes widened but she just continued. "because I do not know why a nanny would drop a four year old on a counter table bigger than her."

It was a young woman and an old one, and she immediately knew who they were, right before Summer and Spring shouted in happiness and ran to them. Duke smiled but remained beside Ruby. When the greetings were over, she walked with Duke to them to greet Cameron’s sister and grandmother, introducing herself. "My name is Ruby Miller. I'm the nanny.” She said. The younger woman extended her hand to her with a smile. "It's nice to meet you, Ruby. I'm Cameron’s sister; Sarah. You're beautiful.” She said, complimenting her. Ruby smiled and nodded her head. "You too, Sarah.” She said, walking to the grandmother to introduce herself as well. "Mrs. MacMillan. It's nice to meet you.” She said.

“Was that a child?” I froze. “Tell me you did not give birth without informing me,” she shrieked. I burst out laughing. “Eve, think.” “Italy changes people!” “You saw me at your anniversary party three months ago,” I said between laughter. “Unless I discovered time travel, that’s impossible.” “…Right,” she muttered. “I didn’t think that through.” “So who’s the kid?” she asked. “My boss’s daughter,” I said, dropping the vegetables into boiling water. “I got hired as a nanny.”