Chapter 65
His Nanny Mate
Chapter 65: A Change of Heart
Edrick
As I watched Moana walk into the hospital, I already had my doubts. I was already uneasy enough as
we pulled up to the front doors, but seeing her walk away only solidified that feeling.
My wolf was just as distraught.
âYouâre really gonna let her do this?â he asked with a growl. âItâs your baby, too. Think about what it was
like when you held Ella for the first time, and then imagine how it would feel with this new baby. Youâve
always secretly wanted to experience that feeling again, and now youâre letting this opportunity get
away from you.â
I shook my head as I watched the doors close behind Moana, then put the car in drive and pulled out of
the hospital parking lot.
âI know you donât want this to happen,â I said to my wolf out loud now that we were alone, âand I know
that you were excited before. But itâs her body, and her decision.â
My wolf didnât respond after that. He was hurt and angry, rightfully so, but maybe Moana was right
about this being the best decision. It was already difficult enough to have one illegitimate child, let
alone a second one that also happened to be half human â and, even worse than that, the mother was
from an incredibly low social status, and she was my daughterâs nanny. I didnât even want to imagine
how my family would react to this sort of news.
I felt horrible for leaving Moana there overnight, but it really was best for her to stay out of the
penthouse during the process. If she bled through her clothes, or if Ella saw the pills or the bloody
menstrual products, Ella would certainly ask questions that would be difficult to answer. Furthermore,
after doing some of my own research, I discovered that women could often have painful cramps,
nausea, lightheadedness, and weakness during this process. I figured it would be best if Moana had
some peaceful time away from Ella and the maids and for her to be under close medical supervision.
As I drove to work, however, I couldnât get the image of her sleeping with Ella on the morning after I
learned about the pregnancy out of my mind. They had looked so peaceful together, truly like mother
and daughterâ¦
The thought of having another child for her to cherish in that same way, a sibling for Ella to love and to
play with, made my heart ache. But it was too late; as I pulled up to the office building, I was certain
that Moana was well along in the process by now. Besides, she had made her decision, and it would be
right of me to try to change her mind.
I sighed, parking the car in the large parking garage, then took the elevator up to the top floor where my
office was located. A few floors up, a couple of other employees got on the elevator. I nodded politely
as they stepped on.
âDid I tell you what Tyler did for me last night?â one employee, a woman, said to the other.
âNo,â the other employee said, smiling. âWhat did he do?â
The first employee grinned widely. âLook at this.â She took out her phone, then opened a picture on her
camera roll. I tried not to look too closely, but I caught a glimpse out of the corner of my eye of a little
boy holding a big handmade drawing with a purple handprint on it.
âAww!â the second employee said. âHeâs such a cutie. I miss when mine were that age. Before you
know it, they stop wanting to do nice things with their mother. Itâs like they donât know that I carried
them for nine months, changed their diapers, held their tiny little handsâ¦â
I felt another ache in my chest. The elevator doors slid open, and although this wasnât my floor, I felt
stifled. I had to get out. âExcuse me,â I said, brushing past the two ladies and out into the random office
floor that the elevator just stopped at. I took a deep breath and straightened my tie, pushing the image
of the new baby one day making cute little drawings for Moana out of my mind, and made my way
through the maze of cubicles.
As I passed, various employees stopped what they were doing and greeted me with a combination of
the utmost respect and a bit of confusion, seeing as how Iâd never come to this floor before. I forced a
half-smile, just wanting to get through to the stairwell so I could get to my office without any further
fuss. If I could just get to work, then I wouldnât think about the baby or Moana.
But, as I walked past the cubicles, I couldnât help noticing the pictures of peopleâs children on their
desks. I frowned, trying not to look, but one picture in particular caught my eye: it was a photograph of
a little girl sitting on a picnic blanket. She was hardly older than a toddler, wearing a striped green
dress. There wasnât anything particularly notable about the photo, aside from the fact that her face and
hands were covered in chocolate cake, and she was laughing with her eyes squeezed tightly shut. She
reminded me so much of Ella on her third birthday.
I didnât realize it, but I had stopped and was staring at the photo intensely. The young woman who was
sitting at the desk looked up at me with wide eyes.
âG-Good morning, Mr. Morgan,â she said, standing and bowing slightly. âWhat brings you here today?â
I shook my attention away from the photo and forced another half-smile.
âJust passing through,â I said. I began to walk again, but it felt as though there was something stopping
me.
I turned on my heel and walked back to the womanâs desk.
âIs that your daughter?â I asked, pointing at the photo.
She hesitated, then nodded. âYes. Her name is Lucy.â
âHow old is she?â I asked.
The womanâs face suddenly came across with a look of pain and sadness that I hadnât been expecting.
âShe was three.â
âThree?â
The woman nodded again, then looked down at the floor. She seemed to be blinking rapidly, as though
she was blinking back years. âYes. She was killed in a drunk driving accidentâ The driver hit her side of
the car at an intersection.â
âIâm â Iâm so sorry,â I stuttered, taking a step back at this unexpected information. I imagined what I
would have done if anything would ever happen to Ella, and it made the pit in my stomach grow
deeper.
âIt was a long time ago,â she said, finally looking back up at me and forcing a small smile. âDo you have
children, Mr. Morgan?â
I almost said yes, but quickly remembered my vow to keep Ella a secret, and quickly shook my head.
âOh,â the woman said. âWell, if you do ever have children⦠Cherish them.â
The womanâs words hit me like a ton of bricks. Suddenly, I knew exactly what I had to do.
âI will,â I said.
Without another word, I suddenly turned and rushed over to the stairwell. I flung the door open and
began to race down the flights of stairs toward the parking garage instead of up toward my office. As I
ran, all I could think about was that I had to get back to Moana in time and stop her before she aborted
the baby.
I must have broken at least three or even four traffic laws on my way back to the hospital, but I didnât
care. I whipped into the parking lot and came to a screeching halt outside, barely giving myself enough
time to put on a surgical mask to hide my identity before I jumped out of the car and ran inside.
âName?â the secretary said, chewing her gum in a bored fashion.
âWhereâs the OBGYN department?â I asked hurriedly. âI donât have time.â
The secretary frowned, but pointed to a set of elevators on the far wall. âSecond floor.â
âThank you,â I muttered as I sprinted to the elevators. I pressed the button over and over again, willing
the elevator to come faster, but it was no use. I cursed to myself as I watched the number above the
elevator slowly tick down.
Finally, the doors slid open⦠And out stepped Moana.
She looked incredibly pale.