The Would-Be Daddy
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An odd look came over his face. “You’re good, you know.”
“I know.” She laughed. “She’s a sweet girl. I’m sure we’ll get along very well. In fact—” Malory looked at her watch “—for her age, it’s just about nap time.”
“Nap time?” He frowned. “I hadn’t thought of that.”
“That would explain how frazzled you look.” She laughed softly.
“I’m new at this,” he said.
“That isn’t a crime,” she reassured him. “When we get a good routine going, everything will fall into place. You’ll see.”
She wanted to make him feel better, but she had to wonder if there would be other surprises coming. Katy might have any number of issues to deal with because of her rocky beginnings, and they’d just have to deal with them as they arose. Regardless, a well-rested child would help any situation.
He nodded, an amused smile quirking his lips. “I’m counting on that.”
She reached over and brushed a curl off Katy’s forehead. “Katy, come with me. It’s time to lie down on your bed.”
“Why?”
“We’ll do this every day. We’ll have a rest, and then we can play again in a little while.”
“Nanny Mal?”
“Yes, sweetie?”
“Will you go away?”
Malory smiled sadly. This little girl had had too many goodbyes in her short life. “No, sweetheart. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
“Mommy went away.”
Malory held out a hand. “I know. But I’ll be here. I promise.”
Katy didn’t look convinced, but she consented to be led to Mike’s office which had been made into her bedroom, Mike trailing behind them. She crawled up onto the bed that was squeezed in next to the desk, popping a thumb into her mouth as she lay down on the pillow. Malory eased a blanket over the tiny form, and before she could stand, Katy put out one small hand and pressed it against Malory’s belly. Malory quickly moved Katy’s hand away and rose to her feet, hoping that Mike hadn’t noticed.
“After you rest, I have a fun game for us to play together,” Malory said quickly. “But a rest first, okay?”
“But I don’t want you to go.” Katy’s face crumpled and tears filled her eyes. “Don’t go...”
Malory sighed and sank back down onto the edge of the bed. “I’ll stay for a few minutes, but only if you keep your eyes closed.”
Katy clamped a small hand over Malory’s fingers and obediently closed her eyes. This child was desperate for some stability, and for a little while, Malory could provide it. But Katy needed more than a nanny. She needed a permanent parent. Glancing back at Mike in the doorway, she gave him a reassuring smile.
Mike stood rigidly, his face a granite mask of professional reserve. He might as well have been at a crime scene for all the emotion he allowed to slip through.
“I thought I’d get a bit of work done at the station, if you’ve got everything under control,” he said. “Of course, I’ll start paying you today—”
“We’ll be fine.”
He gave a curt nod, then disappeared, his footsteps echoing along the hallway and down the stairs.
Malory turned her gaze back to Katy, whose eyes were open again, staring up at her with uncertainty.
“It’s okay,” she said with a smile. “Close your eyes. I’m here.”
A couple of minutes later, the front door opened and shut, leaving them in quiet. Her new boss interested her, and she couldn’t help but wonder about the confident cop. He was handsome and intriguing—and while she tried to push that fact from her mind, she couldn’t quite banish it.
Rein it in, Mal, she chided herself silently, putting a hand over the flutter in her middle. You have someone else to worry about.
Copyright © 2016 by Patty Froese Ntihemuka
ISBN-13: 9781488006067
The Would-Be Daddy
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