Eddie’s POVDisappointment settled over me like a leaden cloak when I heard that Amelia wasn’t going to accept the job. “Amelia isn’t coming back,”James' words echoed in my mind. I couldn't just sit there wallowing. Just then an idea, fueled by desperation and a flicker of hope, sparked in my mind. I instructed James to send Amelia a portion of her first salary, a silent plea for reconciliation.He sent the money to her and I was hopeful that she would call or text James when she received the payment but all I received was silence. The silence amplified my anxiety. Finally, James turned to me and blinked rapidly before talking to me. "She received it," he said, his voice hesitant. "But... no reaction." “No thank you, no call, just silence,” he added. The air in the room seemed to thin, suffocating me. Anger flared, hot and immediate.I was so furious but then the anger cooled, replaced by a cold dread. Had he pushed her away so far she wouldn't even consider a bridge?I told Jame
Eddie’s POVThe ride home was very funny and yet, disturbing. One would think Chloe was my mistress and I was her slave with the way I was nervous to approach her and ask her what she wanted for lunch. I stared at Chloe and then asked her what she wanted for lunch. I made sure to drive by several restaurants that she would love very slowly, hoping that my precarious daughter would declare that she wanted to eat at one of them for lunch. Knowing that it probably made me a bad father, I even drove by an ice cream place that also sold cookies, but it was all to no avail. "Chloe, are you sure that you don't want ice cream?" I asked, my heart in my throat as I stared at her through the windshield mirror. She nodded, not looking up at me once. "Yes, daddy.""Are you sure?""Yes, daddy.""Very sure?""Yeeeees, daddy.""Very very very sure?"She giggled, the sound like jingle bells in my ear. "I am, daddy. I am very very very sure.""Hmm… are you quite sure? They might have your favorite,
Eddie's POVWhat if Chloe didn't like my cooking? What if I burned the food again? The questions swirled in my head.But as we pulled into the driveway, Chloe bounded out of the car, her face radiant with excitement as she practically skipped to the front door."Daddy, hurry up! I can't wait to start cooking!" she called out, her voice echoing with unrestrained joy.I dropped our belongings on the couch and went straight to the kitchen without even taking off my clothes. I put on the Apron and then rummaged through the fridge, finding solace in the familiar hum of the appliance because I was already getting used to it. I brought out some carrots and celery sticks but they were too boring. Yogurt, Chloe might deem it "slimy." I eyed the cheese drawer, then paused. Grilled cheese! Simple, filling, customizable. A flicker of hope ignited.With Chloe’s help and while watching some videos on how to go about the cooking, I was able to transform the mundane task into a mini-adventure. We cut
Amelia's POVIt had been a few days after my mom's relapse. The doctors had carried out a few tests and had informed us that Mom had had a response to one of the medications used in her treatment. They needed more tests to figure out which medication had caused her sudden collapse and even more tests to determine what medication would be suitable as a replacement. Unfortunately, they could not do any of that without payment. When I saw the bill for these tests, it felt like my heart was giving out and I knew there was no way I would be able to pay the bills especially since I was jobless and the total amounts ran into tens of thousands of dollars. Blair had tried to help but it had all been to no avail. She had first emptied out her savings account and while I hated that she had to do so, we had no choice but to accept her help yet again. However, it had covered only about a quarter of the total amount and we still had over fifty thousand dollars to go. I was currently sitting at m
Amelia's POVNot wanting to disturb Mom, I walked out of her hospital room, shutting the door close gently behind me. I began to pace the hospital corridor, wrestling with my thoughts and frantically wondering what to do. Do I call Eddie? Or Mr James? What do I say when he picks up? How do I say that I want the job I had rejected even after being begged back? Why can't I say I want it back? After all, it had been Eddie who rejected me first. He had said to Mr. James, in my sight, I may add, that he did not want me to work for him? I kept pacing, while nurses, doctors and even patients stared at me with weird eyes as they walked past me. I was certain that I was a sight to behold with my sweatpants, tank top, messy hair, talking to my phone while pacing up and down. The weight of my dilemma pressed down on me like a physical force, each step echoing the turmoil raging within me. My mind raced with a million questions, each one more daunting than the last. How had I found myself
Amelia's POV"I love you too Mom," I said as I leaned forward and placed my forehead against hers. We both closed our eyes, content to just remain there and bask in each other's presence for a while. I spent about an hour more with Mom, chatting and just talking. She started yawning and trailing off and u knew she was exhausted again. I tucked her into bed, kissed her forehead and left the hospital room. As I drifted passively down the corridor, my phone started ringing. I checked it and saw that it was Blaire. I picked up the call. "Amelia," she sounded out of breath. "So sorry I'm just calling now. I was called into an emergency surgery. Thankfully, it was short.""It's okay," I said as I tucked one hand into my pocket and looked down towards my shoes. "I already guessed it would be something like that.""Are you okay?" She quietly asked. I breathed in deeply as I contemplated her question. Was I okay? I could not answer the question so I just said, "Mom and Dad have both give
Amelia’s POV Once we arrived, Blaire wasted no time in raiding her wardrobe, pulling out an array of outfits that she insisted would "knock Eddie's socks off." With her skilled hands, she worked her magic, transforming me from a nervous wreck into a vision of confidence and poise."Voilà!" Blaire exclaimed triumphantly, stepping back to admire her handiwork. "You look stunning, Amelia."I glanced at myself in the mirror, hardly recognizing the polished figure staring back at me. "Thank you, Blaire," I murmured, overwhelmed by her kindness.With a final flourish, Blaire applied a touch of makeup and styled my hair into an elegant updo, the finishing touches to my newfound transformation.As we made our way back to the car, Blaire flashed me a reassuring smile. "You've got this, Amelia. Just be yourself and remember why you're doing this."The thought of returning to work for Eddie filled me with a mix of apprehension and resolve. Despite the doubts gnawing at the edges of my mind, I k
Amelia's POVThere was a terse silence as Eddie did not respond to my statement. Instead, he stared at me until I began to feel so self-conscious that I could barely ignore the urge to cover my face with my hands. I leaned forward slightly as I called his name. "Eddie?"He blinked shortly and rapidly as though he was snapping out of a trance. He shook his head slowly, a wry smile on his face. "Oh, right, yeah. Sorry about that.""It's okay," I replied softly, still unable to believe that there I was, sitting primly with my hands clasped together and my legs also properly crossed in front of Eddie. Eddie, the guy that I had loved for several years. The man who had dumped me unceremoniously just because his parents had not approved of me and our relationship. Eddie, the man who had broken my heart into several small pieces, leaving it that small, damaged, and unrepairable mess that it currently was. As I looked at him, I could not help but remember how I had been in so much pain aft
Amelia’s POVIt's been a few weeks since Eddie and I had gotten back together. It had taken him only a couple of weeks to convince me to move in with him again, but this time around, it was not as his nanny or his chef, it was as his girlfriend. According to him, he wanted to spend as much time as possible before I had to go back to Florida to resume duty with my agency. Jenna had been slammed with a restraining order along with the promise of a lawsuit if she did not leave us alone. For good measure, Eddie had made sure to properly adopt Chloe as his legal daughter. That way Jenna would not be able to cause us any more trouble.“Babe! Hurry up, we're gonna be late!” That was Edie yelling from downstairs, while I was in the closet in his… in our room, getting ready. Together with my parents, Blair, James, and Chloe, we were all going to a restaurant to celebrate my mom finally beating cancer.I looked down at Chloe who had gotten her hand on my lipgloss and was now putting it on and
Eddie’s POVAmelia's gaze flickered between me and the bustling crowd before she sighed and gestured toward a doorway at the back."Let's talk somewhere else, shall we?"I did not want to have to talk to her. I wanted to be with her at my home, where I could talk to her and have all to myself."Forget the break room," I said, a newfound determination coursing through me. "Let's go somewhere we can actually talk."Amelia hesitated, then shrugged. "Alright," she conceded. "But I do have to finish my shift first."Frustration bubbled up within me, but I knew pushing her wouldn't help. "Fine," I muttered, trying to tamp down on my impatience. "How long?""Just another hour," she replied, checking her watch. "How about we meet somewhere? My place isn't really ideal.""My place is close by," I offered, surprising myself with the boldness. "It's quiet, we can talk there."Amelia raised an eyebrow. "Your place? That wasn't exactly part of the plan, Eddie.""Well, plans change," I said, a play
Eddie’s POV"It was a mistake, Eddie," she choked out, her voice barely audible. "A one-time thing… a long time ago.""A one-time thing?" I repeated, my voice cracking. The image of a younger, naive Jenna flashed before my eyes, a girl I thought I knew everything about. Now, she seemed like a stranger."Who was he?" I demanded with the need to know gnawing at me.Jenna hesitated, then whispered a name I vaguely recognized. It was someone from the film industry, a rising star she'd met during her brief stint in Los Angeles. They had a short fling, a whirlwind romance that ended as quickly as it began.The revelation hit me like a sucker punch. All the doubts I'd ignored, the whispers in the back of my mind, the nagging feeling that things weren't quite right – it all came flooding back with a terrifying clarity. Years of my life were built on a lie. Chloe, my sweet, innocent daughter, was caught in the crossfire of my naivety and Jenna's betrayal.Fury boiled within me, a churning infe
Eddie’s POVThe doctor gave a small smile. "Of course. Let her rest for a few minutes, and then you can go in."As we waited, James explained what little he knew. He'd been picking up Chloe from school when a call came through from the hospital. Apparently, another kid had swerved into Chloe's path while riding his scooter.A surge of anger flared up within me. How could someone be so careless? But the anger quickly dissipated, replaced by a fierce protectiveness over my little girl.Minutes later, we were ushered into the room. Chloe lay propped up in bed, her face pale and drawn, a white cast encasing her arm. Tears welled up in her eyes as she saw me."Daddy!" she cried out, her voice small and wobbly.My heart ached at the sight of her distress. "Hey, champ," I said, rushing to her side and pulling her into a gentle hug, careful not to jostle her injured arm. "It's okay, I'm here now."She buried her face in my chest, her small body trembling slightly. I showered her with comforti
Amelia’s POVThe question hung heavy in the air. Friends? Could we really go back to that after everything that had happened? A part of me longed for the simplicity of our old friendship, the easy camaraderie we'd shared. But another part of me worried that friendship wouldn't be enough. The feelings I had for Eddie, the unspoken desires that had simmered beneath the surface of our relationship, wouldn't just disappear. They would linger, a constant reminder of what could have been.Taking a deep breath, I typed out a reply. "I… I don't know, Eddie. Honestly, I need some time to think. This whole situation has been a lot to process.""I understand," he replied almost instantly. "Take all the time you need. Just know that… I care about you, Amelia. More than you probably realize."His words sent a blush creeping up my neck. Did he really feel the same way? Or was this just a desperate attempt to hold onto me in any way he could? I didn't have the answers, and the uncertainty gnawed at
Amelia’s POVI stared at the message for what felt like an eternity, my mind a battlefield of conflicting emotions. Finally, with a shaky breath, I typed out a reply."Eddie," I began, my fingers hovering over the screen, "I… I don't know what to say. Thank you for the money. It means the world to me and my mom. But ...is everything alright? James said you collapsed. Are you in the hospital?" I hit send, the weight of the question hanging heavy in the air. The money, the cryptic message – it all pointed to something more serious than he was letting on.The wait for a response stretched into an agonizing eternity. Just as I started to pace the room, my phone buzzed. It was Eddie."Amelia," his voice rasped through the phone, weaker than I'd ever heard it. "Yes, I'm in the hospital. They're still trying to figure things out, but the doctor says I have Angiina due to stress."My chest tightened. Stress. The word echoed in my head, a stark reminder of the turmoil I'd left him in. "Eddie,"
Amelia’s POVI knew that there was no way that he and Jenna had actually been together in the way that she had been insinuating.Jenna had probably been playing another of her manipulative tricks. Regardless, I was exhausted and had had to tell myself that it would be better to end it with Eddie than to be dealing with hurt and frustration every day. James had been giving me updates on both Chloe and Eddie and although I knew I should tell him to stoop so that I could have a clean break, I did not think I had the heart to do so.The rhythmic rumble of the bus engine vibrated through the worn leather seat I occupied. Outside the window, the cityscape blurred into a kaleidoscope of colors, each passing image signifying my new reality. A reality where I, Amelia Brooks, was no longer Eddie Turner's nanny. Today's successful interview meant I could finally stand on my own two feet, financially independent. A bittersweet victory, considering the reason behind this newfound freedom.A soft c
Eddie’s POVHis words held a truth that stung. Jenna's behavior had become increasingly erratic, her possessiveness suffocating. But the thought of facing Amelia, of dredging up the hurt and confusion of that day, filled me with dread.I could not say anything, I could only nod my head in response. Just then, my head began to pound again, this time around in sync with my heart.My vision swam, the pounding in my head morphing into a relentless drum solo. The room seemed to tilt on its axis, James' concerned face warping into a blurry mess. A guttural cough ripped through me, sending another jolt of pain lancing through my chest."James…" I croaked, the word a raspy whisper. My hand reached out, blindly grasping for something solid. My fingers brushed against the armrest of the chair, anchoring me momentarily."Eddie, mate! What's wrong?" James' voice was laced with alarm, his concern cutting through the fog clouding my mind."Head…" I managed, the word slurred. My grip on the armrest
Eddie’s POVAmelia had left a gaping hole in my heart."But will she ever come back?" Chloe persisted, her lower lip trembling slightly."I… I don't know, sweetheart," I admitted, the truth a bitter pill to swallow. A heavy sigh escaped Chloe's tiny lips. "Okay," she mumbled, staring out the window with a wistful expression. The silence stretched between us, thick with unspoken emotions.Reaching over, I squeezed her hand gently. "Look," I began, my voice softened with love. "No matter what happens with Amelia, you'll always be my little girl. And no matter what, I'll always be here for you. Always."Chloe looked at me, a flicker of reassurance sparking in her eyes. "Really?" she asked, her voice a hesitant whisper."Really," I confirmed, my voice firm with conviction. "You're the most important thing in the world to me, you know that?"She nodded slowly, a small smile gracing her lips. For a moment, the tension seemed to ease, a fragile connection established between us.Reaching t