Page 19 of Valentine's Daddy To Go
“I just have a lot of work to catch up on, and I’m a bit tired. I promise to stop by again soon.”
“Okay, get some rest,” Vivica smiles. “Bye!”
“See you!” Brian waves. “And thanks!”
I make my way to the trampoline to give the two people I care about most in this world their goodbye hug.
“Mac & Cheese, Mad Hatter? Can I get a hug goodbye?” They both bounce over to the edge I’m close to and hug the living daylights out of me. “I’ll see you two later.”
“Bye, Auntie Nellie!” They go back to bouncing and I leave Brian’s house. There’s nothing else that they have to do to prepare for tomorrow. Everything is ready and set. I’m just going to go home and take a nap, so I won’t accidentally snap at Nash. I can’t believe I actuallylikedhim, even if it was only for a couple of hours.
He’s more than proven he’s a complete mystery by now.
I get into the driver’s seat of my car and place my key in the ignition. I’m about to turn it when I realize that neither Vivica nor Brian asked me how I got Nash to say yes.
What do they think I did? I don’t know how it makes me feel that they didn’t even ask. Do they not care? They probably think I compromised my morals for this guy, which is something I’dneverdo. Not for this man, anyways.
It doesn’t matter, really. I’m doing this for Mads and Mac. They deserve a good life, and I’ll do what I can to give it to them.
I turn my car on, pulling out of my parking spot. All I can think about is what I’m going to end up doing tomorrow at Nash’s house. Hopefully, he’s not looking for accounting shenanigans to hide a fortune in the Cayman Islands, or any such matter. I know deep down inside, I wouldn’t be upset if we tumbled into his bed again, but that’s not what this is about.
This is about keeping my head down in order to save my family. Plus, I’m a little annoyed with Nash, and I’m not sure if I want to give him the satisfaction of claiming me once more.
6
Nellie
Iwake up the next morning a lot earlier than I need to. I fell into my bed when I got home and didn’t leave for a long time. That was like mid-afternoon. Holy cow, I’ve been in my bed for ages now.
I check the clock besides my bed, and it’s almost five a.m. Nash wants me there by eight, so I have a lot of extra time.
I may as well get up because I know I’m not about to fall back asleep. There are too many things rolling around in my head.
“And so, the madness begins,” I mumble to myself while yanking off the covers.
I go to the bathroom, so I can start my day with a shower. I scrub my entire body, going a little too hard. I’m sure I just removed an entire layer of skin.
“Well, that was extra.” I get out, brush my teeth, lotion up, and go back to my room so I can get dressed.
Before going to my closet, I glance at the clock and see that it’s only 5:30 a.m. There’s still too much time. I pull out some sweats and go to my living room to exercise. I go through a sun salutation, waking up my body through the tranquility of yoga. It does help to make me feel less annoyed.
“Okay, time for another shower.” I move a little slower, really enjoying and experiencing the heat of the water. It runs down my back, cleaning all the soap off of me.
I’ve been ignoring a lot of my own self-care for who knows how long. I’m always so worried about other people that I often forget about myself. Even if it’s only a couple of hours here and there, I deserve to give myself a breather.
Once I’m done in the bathroom, I go back to my bedroom and start flipping through the clothes in my closet. I don’t know what to wear on my first day. It has to be professional as all hell. Nash needs to know that from now on we’re going to be employee and employer, and that’s it. I don’t need my feelings getting all wrapped up in this too.
I pull out one of my longer skirts. It’s not quite a maxi, but it goes below my knees. Then I put on a Peter Pan collar top, tucking it into my skirt. The only real skin showing is my arms, and I’m sure there’s not much Nash can do with that.
I look the outfit over in my mirror. It’s satisfactory. My breasts are big but at least they’re covered in loose fabric. They’ll always be a prominent part of my body.
I make myself a bacon and egg breakfast before sitting at my kitchen table. While I salt my eggs, I think about what I’ll say to Nash
“Good morning, sir. Or is that too formal? Do I just call him Nash? That’s what Brian calls him. I don’t even know his last name,” I mumble to myself, overanalyzing an interaction that has yet to happen.
I stab some eggs and bring them to my mouth. There’s no point in trying to map out every possible encounter Nash and I might have. I just need to go with the flow for the next couple months, and all will be well.
I finish my breakfast and realize I have a couple of hours before I have to leave, so I finally re-watchPride & Prejudicelike I’d been meaning to.
