Page 33 of Knocking up his Nanny

I’ve always felt a bit of a disconnect from my adopted sisters. I love them dearly, but I just always felt out of place. And here—dedicating myself to a life of service—it erases some of those issues. It doesn’t matter if I have difficulty connecting with the other sisters, because I’m not actually supposed to make friends. That would be favoritism, and I’m told to love everyone equally.

Mostly, I’m alone. And I’m okay with that.

Until, one day, when I’m using the bathroom. And I hear some of the sisters in the other stalls discussing feminine hygiene products. And something clicks in my brain.

Um.

I haven’t had my period since I got here.

I haven’t had my period since… before I met Spruce. I didn’t even realize.

Reaching up to squeeze my boobs, I notice the unusual fullness. What the heck? How did I not notice? I guess a lot has been going on.

Crap.

Are they going to kick me out?

Am I allowed to be… a pregnant nun?

“I’m sorry, God,” I say, but at the same time… I’m really happy. Because… I’m going to have a baby. I’m overjoyed. It doesn’t matter if I never talk to Spruce again. None of it matters anymore. Because I won’t be alone. I’ll have my own little one to love.

I put my head in my hands.

And then I laugh. I laugh until I cry. From happiness. I’m going to be a mother after all.

Thank God. Being a nun is really cool, and everything.

But I really, really wanted a little baby to hold in my arms and call my own.

* * *

I haven’t toldthe nuns yet, about my pregnancy. It’s not visible, and I figured I’d take a minute to gather my composure before being uprooted yet again. I’ve moved around quite a lot over the last few months, and it’s been tiring. I left most of my belongings at Spruce’s mansion. But I also have things at my parents’ inn, and Rudy’s apartment. It’s like there are little pieces of me everywhere.

So when the Mother Superior knocks on my bedroom door, I am startled.

Has she found out about the pregnancy? Is she here to kick me out? I haven’t told anyone…

“There’s a man here to see you,” she says.

“Who is it?” I ask.

“It doesn’t matter. You shouldn’t be entertaining male visitors during your observership. It’s not a good sign for your future at the monastery. Our community has strict guidelines—” she begins.

“Yes, yes. I know,” I tell her.

“But the man gave us a very generous donation,” she adds. “So we thought we would make an exception. If he’s a friend of yours, please show him some gratitude for his support.”

“Oh,” I say quietly. Hoping that it will be Spruce, but also afraid. Well, who else would it be?

She leads me through the monastery toward the solarium.

Spruce is standing there, sharply dressed in a handsome suit. He looks so beautiful. I’ve missed him so much. The joy swells in my chest, like I haven’t felt in weeks. I want to run to him and throw myself into my arms.

But being a nun for a very brief window of time has taught me restraint. So I just stand here, and smile at him. Like a good girl.

“June,” he says, when he sees me. He walks over and takes my hands. “Oh, God, June. I’m so sorry for not being completely honest and open with you from the start. She left… I never expected her to return. I hadn’t heard a word from her in years, I didn’t know if she was dead or alive.”

“It’s okay,” I tell him.

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