Page 19 of Nanny for the SEALs

He was talking about how he used a recipe that he found on Youtube when Rick commented on him making pancakes. That wasn’t the only thing he must have looked up everything, including how to make bacon. Lately, he’d been cooking all the time. It was just weird.

Before Katie started, Stan never entered the kitchen unless it was to get his take out. I wasn’t going to say anything about it because then he would think that we were making fun of him, as he’d said we did a thousand times. I had to learn to bite my tongue. Rick told me they had another outburst earlier, and we’d already lost one family member to suicide—the worst would be to lose another one.

“It all looks great.”

“Thanks, Pete. I hope you enjoy it. I’m going to my room. I ate already with Katie.”

We’d spent weeks finding the perfect nanny, thinking it was Bianca, and since Katie came, it was as if she’d turned our lives around. No more did we even think or even care about Bianca. It was weird, because when Stan told us, it really worried us, because we’d spent so long looking for the right person to look after the twins.

Stan left as Rick and I filled our plates. I didn’t get why he wanted to eat with Katie alone. I felt a wave of jealously about the idea of the two of them together. I had to get it out of my mind. We hired her as a nanny, and nothing more.

I woke up, I thought about her.

I went to bed, I did the same.

I’d been working so hard just to get her off my mind.

Our conversation changed to Stan’s sudden love of YouTube and culinary skills, and we laughed at the idea of him having yet another passion. As long as it didn’t involve sitting in front of the computer all day, it was all good. Not only for him, but for us.

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