Gabriel:
“Father.”
Gabriel allowed himself in. “Adrien.”
“I just put Emma down,” Adrien said, shutting the door behind him.
Gabriel hummed in disappointment. “Shame, but I guess that will give me more time to talk to you.”
Adrien offered his father a seat before reclaiming his spot on the couch.
Gabriel sat in the armchair angled across from Adrien. “I overheard you were in your office on Wednesday.”
Adrien nodded.
“That’s unusual for the first week of a nanny.”
“Well, this one is really good.”
“Does Emma like her?”
“She does.”
“Well, that is a first, isn’t it?” Gabriel commented. “However, I suppose that means nothing if she isn’t sufficient? Is she a good fit?”
Adrien held up a hand and began counting on his fingers. “This woman made Emma laugh on the first day, is getting Emma interested in making meals, is completely unfazed by Emma’s temper tantrums—handling them with the utmost patience, by the way—gets Emma to do chores, and, most importantly, is interesting Emma in reading. Daily.”
Gabriel blinked a few times.
“Trust me, I was just as shocked.”
“None of the others managed that, did they?”
Adrien shook his head.
“Then I congratulate you on finding someone so immensely competent. Certainly took long enough.”
“I’m lucky, I’ll say that,” Adrien ran his hands through his hair. “Now, I just hope that she stays.”
Gabriel’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”
“I mean,” Adrien explained, “that when we were discussing her being hired, she clarified she had a two-week condition of her own where she might not stay after the two weeks are over.”
“That is odd for a professional nanny.”
“Well…” Adrien cringed. “That’s because she’s not.”
This garnered an odd look from Gabriel.
“Don’t get me wrong,” Adrien started. “I am extremely thankful to you and Nathalie for all the work you put in to searching for a nanny for Emma. But Alya saw that it wasn’t working out so she suggested someone that she knew to fill the position.”
Gabriel rose a single brow. “And she suggested a woman who is not a nanny to be your nanny?”
Adrien nodded before holding up a hand in a ‘wait here’ motion. He walked to his office to snatch a manila envelope off his desk. He returned to the living room and dropped it in his father’s lap before returning to sit on the couch. “Mrs. Marinette Kurtzburg. Maiden name: Dupain-Cheng, as in the famous bakery. Attended Francis Dupont, just like Chloe. In fact, same class. Married a Nathaniel Kurtzburg a year out of high school. Together, they started an interior design business that I happened to commission. While minorly successful, it all fell apart when Nathaniel was killed in a houseboat explosion nine months ago.”
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Second Chances
Random☆Despite being young, single, and successful, the only girl who has Adrien's attention is his daughter. That is, until the new nanny makes a spot for herself in both their lives in a way that no one, not even the nanny herself, was expecting AUTHOR:...
