Page 49 of Second Chance with the Single Dad Goalie
Blake blinks. “Fine?”
I shake my head, feeling like I’m being pulled into something I’ll regret later. “Fine. I’ll do it.”
His brows lift slightly like he wasn’t expecting me to actually say yes. “Just like that?”
I exhale, feeling the weight of my decision settle in. “Don’t make me say it again.”
He blinks, then leans forward slightly. “What made you change your mind?”
I don’t even bother explaining. Instead, I just lift a finger and point at the two little humans in front of me. Mia and Nico, completely unaware of the shift in conversation, are busy giggling over something, their faces lighting up with pure joy. Mia whispers something to Nico, and he immediately bursts into laughter, his small shoulders shaking as he leans into her.
Blake follows my gaze, his expression softening.
I shrug. “It’s for them. I have a soft spot for adorable kids.” Then, my gaze flicks back to him, unimpressed. “Unfortunately, that soft spot doesn’t extend to their infuriating father.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he says, chuckling and a slow, relieved smile spreads across his face. He reaches across the table, his warm, strong hand covering mine.
I look down at our hands before gently pulling mine back. “It’s no biggie,” I say lightly, “after all, it’s just business.”
Strictly business. No nostalgia. No reminiscing pleasure. No…, anything else.
Chapter ten
Blake
Idon’t know what shocks me more - the fact that she agreed or the fact that I feel relieved about it.
I didn’t think she would say yes. Not immediately at least. When she called me to meet at the café, I thought she had more questions and all, or worse, say she couldn't do it.
But she agreed.
Now, I am stuck in this weird mix of surprise, relief, and something dangerously close to excitement.
Whitney. In my house. With my kids.
She doesn’t know about that yet.
I drag a hand down my face, trying to keep my expression neutral. “Okay, well…, uh…”
She narrows her eyes. “Are you malfunctioning?”
A laugh escapes me. “What?”
“You’re just staring at me like I suddenly grew a third eye. I agreed to help Blake, not donate a kidney.”
I shake my head, still wrapping my head around it. “No, it’s just…, I wasn’t expecting you to actually say yes.”
She snorts. “Yeah, well, me neither. Guess we’re both shocked.” She leans back. “All right, let’s get this over with. What exactly do I have to do?”
I rest my forearms on the table, keeping my gaze steady. “Well, it’s pretty straightforward. You would help with their daily routine - morning to night. Getting them up, breakfast, making sure they’re dressed and ready for the day. Help with their homeschooling, lunch, maybe take them out for activities or playtime. Then dinner, baths, bedtime stories… the usual stuff a nanny does.”
She raises an eyebrow. “Blake, I know what a nanny does.”
A chuckle escapes me as I scratch the back of my neck. “Right. Just making sure we’re on the same page.”
She blinks. “Wait a minute. You said…, homeschool. They are homeschooled?”
I nod. “They struggle with socializing…”
