Page 16 of Nanny for the Wolf Daddy

Nox sat up and looked at Kelli. She was curled up under the sheets, her red-gold hair fanned out across the pillow. Her beautiful blue eyes were closed, and her red lips curved in a sleepy smile. Her scent rose all around him, making him dizzy. Her perfect creamy skin looked like satin and velvet, and his fingertips ached to feel it again.

She was, without a doubt, the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. She had the body of a goddess, the full breasts, and shapely hips that were more than enough to fill his hands and make his mouth water. She was strong willed, funny, and sexy ... not what he had expected at all for the one he would share his life with.

But his wolf knew, no, they both knew clear down to the bone ... she was the one and only. He could never love another.

Nox heard a murmur from the baby monitor and hurried to check on Violet. He wanted to entice Kelli with his eagerness to care for the kid, and hopefully, letting her sleep in would also earn him some points. He was surprised at himself because he’d never felt such an urge to make someone else happy.

He approached the crib, ready for anything. Violet’s cute face poked up over the edge, and she cooed and giggled, holding out her hands to him.

So far, so good. This looks easy. I can do this.

Then, he got close enough to see over the edge of the rail. At first, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He stared at the destruction, trying to come to terms with it. Violet laughed as if she knew exactly what she’d done.

There was poop everywhere! The kid had managed to escape the diaper, and poop was all over her legs and spread from one end of the cot to the other. Violet made some gurgling sounds and held out her hands, begging to be picked up.

Nox held in his heaving guts and tried to get ahold of himself.

It’s just poop. She’s a baby. Come on, you can do this!

He reached for the baby wipes, looking at them in despair. There was no way they could clean up such an enormous mess. Still, he wiped at Violet’s hands and midsection, trying to clean a few parts of her so he could pick her up. She was clearly expecting cuddles, and Nox felt bad for holding back. He was definitely not at the stage where he could snuggle a stinky, poopy child to his chest, though.

What would Kelli do?

The thought was frantic. He was near panic. He’d wanted to let Kelli sleep in and impress her with his babysitting skills. The way this was going, she’d wake up late only to find him wading through an ocean of poop he couldn’t clean up.

Start a bath!

Nox hurried to the bathroom, pleased that he’d thought of a solution. He got the water running and hurried back to the crib, still wondering how he was going to actually pick up the baby. He dry heaved all over again as Violet waved poopy hands at him.

Nox attempted to wipe more poop off, but to his horror, Violet leaped at him, wrapping her poopy self around his neck while he was bending down. She smacked his cheek with a big, sloppy toddler kiss. Nox groaned and put his arms around her, picking her up and hurrying to the bathroom.

Very carefully, he lowered Violet into the warm water and used the little shower hose to rinse poop off her. He was coated in the stuff ... it was all over his chest and arms, but he had to take care of the baby first.

Once he had her hair clean and most of the poop off, he soaped her up. He had just started rinsing her off when the little demon picked up one of her toy buckets and hurled it at him. The warm water splashed across his chest and pooled in his lap.

Nox sat there, frozen with shock. Violet laughed and clapped, pointing at him. For a moment, he couldn’t move.

Then, a big, warm smile cracked across his face. Violet smiled even wider in response, clapping her little baby hands. Nox was enchanted. He couldn’t help it. The kid was cute, and she clearly loved him.

“You were just trying to wash me back, weren’t you?” he said, laughing. Violet cooed and giggled. Nox shook his head and rinsed her off, making sure she was all clean and sweet smelling before he got her out.

He set her on the floor on a big, fluffy towel. Drying her was an effort. Dressing her was even worse. Apparently, psychopaths had designed diapers that didn’t seem to fit no matter which way he put them on. Eventually, he had the diaper locked in place and clothes on. Even though it didn’t look neat, at least it was done.

Nox picked her up and took her to the kitchen, where he sat the toddler in her highchair. She started banging the little table immediately, obviously hungry. He set up a sippy cup of warm milk, which he had already learned how to do. Violet picked it up and took a big gulp, splashing milk on her face.

“Don’t you dare,” Nox muttered. “The last thing you need is another bath.”

Violet laughed and smashed the cup against the tray. Milk splashed from the tiny nib, getting him all over the face. Nox wiped it off with one hand.

“I asked for that,” he muttered.

The baby was still banging the cup, pointing at the cupboards. Nox got out some cereal and set it up for her, putting it down on the little tray. He knew that he should feed her, and the kid was probably going to need another bath, but he couldn’t stand his stinky clothes for even one more second.

While Violet smacked the cereal with her sippy cup, showing no interest in eating it, Nox stepped back and stripped off his clothes. He left them in a corner and washed himself off in the sink. He desperately wanted a shower, but he didn’t want to leave Violet alone in her chair.

With a weary sigh, he headed back into striking distance, immediately getting sprayed with milk. Violet squealed with approval. Nox was very grateful the house staff were off today, and there was no one to see him standing almost naked in his kitchen, getting taken to task by a demented toddler.

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