Page 7 of Baby Contract

It doesn’t take too long to get there, and I’m pleased when we get off the highway into the suburbs.

"Oh wow." I peer up the side of a beautiful green, lush hill that has a stunning mansion at the top that has to have a view of the city.

These people are well past rich. This is pure wealth. The Uber driver pulls up to the gate at the bottom of the hill, next to a little house. A man in a security uniform steps out. I bet I couldn’t even afford to live inside that gatehouse. I should have googled the name Lindsay gave me. This Carr person would surely come up if he owns this place.

“Name?”

“Addison Parker. I’m from Your Home, Our Nanny.” I hand over my ID before he can ask. He nods, handing it back.

“You can pull up to the main door past the carport.”

"Thanks,” I say.

“This place is swanky,” the driver says.

"Yeah." I suddenly feel underdressed, but I remind myself that these people are somehow desperate, and I'm coming at the last minute for them. What I’m wearing really shouldn’t matter.

He pulls around a freaking fountain to the giant front door. A man in a butler style suit steps out and opens my door for me. That’s promising. There is other staff around. So far, so good.

“Addison Parker?”

“That’s me.” I take his offered hand, and he helps me out.

“I’m Errol Hubbort. I run the McRae home.” Home is putting it lightly. This is more than a home. It’s massive.

“It’s nice to meet you.”

“Trust me. The pleasure is all ours. Come.” He tries to hurry me inside.

I grab my bag. “Can you wait for me?” I ask the driver, just in case I need to get the heck outta here.

“Not necessary.” Errol closes the car door. “We have a driver here. Ben can take you anywhere you need to go,” he adds. I eye him. Not that it matters now. My car is already pulling away. “We need you.” His shoulders drop. The older man's expression almost makes me want to laugh. Errol does seem harmless. To be honest, he looks desperate for my help. I may be being naïve, but I get a good vibe from him.

“All right,” I agree.

“Thank God.” He lets out a breath.

“Is it that bad?” Maybe I should be worried. Have children overrun the house?

“You have three men trying to take care of a baby. It’s not going great.” I snort a laugh.

“Only the one?” I really have no details on this family.

“If that woman shows up with another—” Errol scoffs, shaking his head.

“The mother?”

“If you can call her that.” He opens one of the double doors, motioning for me to enter. The place is as lovely on the inside as the outside.

“So she’s not in the picture?”

“I’m sure she’ll pop up if she needs some money.”

"Oh my goodness, did she just abandon her baby?" My heart breaks for the baby. I know what that's like. Hopefully, though, the dad will step up beyond only hiring a nanny.

“Like it was last season's Birkin.” I didn’t know that a Birkin could go out of season. Not for how much they cost.

I run my hands down the lavender blouse that I got from Kohl’s, making sure it doesn't have any wrinkles. The mother of the baby would probably die if she saw my Kate Spade bag that I found in a thrift store. I thought I hit the jackpot when I laid eyes on it.

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