Page 93 of Don't Fall for the Billionaire
“She ran upstairs. She’ll be down in a minute.”
“Why did you buy a new couch?”
“I spilled red wine on the other one, and we couldn’t get the stain out.”
“Charlotte!” Eloise exclaimed as Charlotte walked down the stairs.
“Hi, sweetie.” She hugged her. “I missed you.”
“I missed you, too.”
After the delivery men left, it was time to tell my daughter about Charlotte and me.
“Wow. This is comfortable.” Charlotte and I sat on the couch. “Eloise, come here.” I patted the cushion. “I need to talk to you about something.”
“What is it, Dad?” she asked, sitting down.
“You know how much Charlotte means to you, right? The way she makes you laugh, helps you with your homework, and makes the best pies in the world?” I smiled.
“Uh-huh.” She nodded.
“Well.” I glanced at Charlotte. “She means just as much to me. We are in love with each other and have decided to be together. As a couple.”
“I knew it! I knew it would finally happen!”
I chuckled.
“Are you still going to be my nanny?” Eloise asked, looking at Charlotte.
“Of course,” Charlotte replied. “I will always be here for you. Always. No matter what.” She grinned.
“Let’s not call Charlotte your nanny anymore,” I said. “She’s your dad’s girlfriend from now on.”
Eloise nestled herself between us, my arm stretching behind Charlotte, pulling both of them closer to me. For the first time, what felt impossible to me was perfectly real.
“Go take a bath and get ready for bed. You have school tomorrow,” I told her.
She ran up the stairs, and Charlotte lay her head on my chest.
“Why did you tell her not to call me the nanny anymore?”
“I don’t want to be that guy.”
“What guy?” She lifted her head and stared at me.
“The guy who fucked his daughter’s nanny.”
Charlotte laughed. “It’s too late for that. We’re going to be the talk among the socialites. I can hear the whispers now. ‘Can you believe he slept with his nanny? Ugh, I better watch my husband and nanny very closely. He’s so cliché sleeping with his nanny.” She grinned.
“Okay. Okay.” I chuckled. “Let them talk.” I kissed her lips.
After Eloise took her bath, Charlotte and I tucked her in.
“Does this mean that Charlotte will be sleeping in your bed from now on?” Eloise asked.
“Yes, Eloise. Charlotte will be moving her things into my bedroom.”
“Okay. I’m happy you’re together. I love you both so much.”
