Nanny For The Black

His Answer

|A U T H O R|

Trust can be as strong as a gemstone.

It's unbreakable, unchanging, and can survive the most difficult hardships without a scratch. Just like a diamond. It's the ethereal treasure of any human being, treasured like gold but considerably more expensive than any jewelry. To entrust something or someone is born out of a mental investment. You pour your soul, your vitality, and your faith into an object, unprepared for the consequences of it breaking or mending you.

And nothing is sweeter than the reward of that faith.

However, it can also be as fragile as glass.

Crushable and unfixable. It shatters with the slightest force, and the pain of collecting its broken fragments lingers in your soul for a lifetime. You try to hold onto the shards with hope of rebuilding the crumbling foundation, but all you see at the end of a desperate reconstruction is the same destructible faith. The lovely words of a lie, whether told by you or another, can never put the pieces back together.

You'll never be the same way you were, and that truth is the bitterest of all...

For Jacob Black, trust became non-existent.

Like an illusion, he was tricked with, and so he erased all paths leading to it.

In the last two years, after the stabs he collected on his back from people, close to him and far, and being let down at his most desperate times, how could he possibly turn his back on himself and trust again?

Therefore, he swore off that term, vowing not to give it to anyone. Whether they were worthy of it or not.

He began to assume everything from everyone. The roof of his expectations has never risen to anyone, ensuring it won't come crumbling down on him.

No matter who they are, regardless of the circumstances, he always kept his guards up, because the last time he let it down, it cost him dearly.

And so in the darkness of his home office, Jacob stood, his emerald orbs glued to the glowing holograms of security records from the last week, which all revolved around one person.

Her...

His eyes followed her beaming figure, studying every expression she showed, inspecting every movement she made, and being curious about every smile.

He observed everything she did since day one-the way she took care of his son's needs, how attentive she was, and how fond the little boy grew of her-loving her presence to lead him into waking up before her arrival, and sitting in his crib quietly, waiting with his big, verdant eyes for the knob to turn and beat her with delightful greetings.

Over the week that passed, his child changed so much. He reversed from being an aggressive and silent child to a calm and cheerful bundle of joy. His habits of delayed sleep and refusing meals changed into an early fall into slumber and an eager stomach.

He beamed with happiness whenever she showed up, chirping with new words to impress her and be rewarded with praise and kisses. Sometimes she would come by with a book in her possession to pass time during his afternoon nap, and it's a sight that Jacob can't deny; it's amusement to witness the scene of his son waking up from his nap to follow his nanny with a blanket cloaking his head, tracking her steps secretly.

Like a small duckling, waddling silently after her, unaware that she was mindful of him trailing behind her, and it always surprises him when she suddenly scoops him off his feet and twirls, their laughter filling the silent mansion with joy.