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 POVThe flickering flame from the stovetop danced on the nervous beads of sweat forming on Eddie's forehead. He held a spatula in one hand, the metal slightly warped from the heat, and a pan in the other, filled with a questionable brown concoction."Are you sure you have this under control, Eddie?" I asked, my voice laced with a hint of amusement and a touch of concern.He forced a smile, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. "Of course, babe. Just making your favorite, creamy garlic pasta."I raised an eyebrow, peering into the pan. It didn't resemble anything close to creamy garlic pasta. It was more of a brownish-black mess, with the distinct aroma of burnt garlic stinging my nostrils.A puff of smoke billowed out from the pan, causing the fire alarm to blare its piercing shriek. Eddie jumped back, dropping the spatula with a clatter.Oh, come on!" he exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air in frustration.We scrambled to open windows and fan out the smoke, the blaring
Amelia's POVDespite the abundance of equipment, the pantry was surprisingly bare. There were a few cans of vegetables, some pasta, and a half-empty bag of cheese. My initial anxiety morphed into a determined challenge.With Chloe perched on a stool, swinging her legs and chattering excitedly, I set to work. I whipped up a simple yet delicious tomato and mozzarella pasta, using my knowledge of flavor profiles and improvisation to compensate for the limited ingredients.As the aroma of cooked pasta and melted cheese filled the air, Eddie and Chloe watched in fascination. By the time I presented the dish, their eyes were wide with anticipation.Chloe took one bite and her eyes lit up. "Wow, Amelia! This is yummy!"Eddie followed suit, his expression mirroring hers. "Amelia, this is incredible. Where did you learn to cook like this?"He smacked his head. "Stupid question. You're a chef!"Chloe giggled, still enthusiastically digging into the food.A warmth spread through me, fueled by th
Eddie's POVWe stood there in an uncomfortable silence, the clinking of dishes from the kitchen filling the air. I wanted to bridge the gap that was between us, to express how much I regretted everything, but the words wouldn't come. The fear of rejection, of pushing her further away, made me keep quiet.I wanted to apologize, to express my gratitude for her willingness to be a part of Chloe's life, yet the words seemed to get stuck in my throat."Thank you," I finally managed, the words tumbling out awkwardly. "For everything. For Chloe, for..." I trailed off, unable to find the words. Amelia met my gaze, her eyes filled with a mixture of understanding and maybe I was imagining it, but I thought I could also see the longing in her expression as she stared at me. We stood there for a while and without even thinking twice about it, I moved closer to her and slowly slid my arm around my waist. She breathed out softly as I drew her closer and planted my lips on hers...The kiss... it w
Eddie's POVWatching Amelia disappear into the dimly lit hallway, a wave of clashing, intense emotions washed over me.Disappointment was mixed with a flicker of hope, which had been brought on by the explosive kiss we had shared. I rubbed my fingers over my lips slightly, unable to get the memory of her lips, taste and smell off my mind.Stop acting like a pervert, I scolded myself as I tore my fingers off my lips and started the ignition.As I pulled away from the curb, my mind flashed back to a different time, a memory that had been long buried but then was suddenly brought up again by what had happened that night.I was back in college, the scent of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries filling the air of the small bakery where Amelia proudly introduced me to her new part-time job. Her eyes sparkled as she described the intricate art of crafting artisan bread and whimsical pastries, her voice bubbling with infectious enthusiasm."Just imagine, Eddie," she'd said, her fingers tra
Eddie's POV"Thank you, Sarah. I truly appreciate it."After Chloe finished her snack, Sarah began packing her things up. "I should be getting back," she said. "Just let me know if you need anything else."I walked her to the door, expressing my gratitude once again. I walked back to the kitchen to see Chloe squirming and trying to get out of her high chair. "Woah, woah, woah. Where do you think you are going, young lady?"She looked at me, a guilty expression on her face. She then smiled cheekily and held out her arms to me. "Help me, daddy."I sighed and went over to her, carrying her off the seat and placing her on the ground. Once she was on the ground, she looked up at me with her arms crossed. "I'm too big to will be using baby chairs.""Still," I automatically corrected, earning me the stink eye from her. I sighed heavily. I knew that she was talking about her car seat and high chair. "Chloe, sweetheart. We've been through this over and over again. You're still four years
Amelia's POVThe house was dim as I unlocked the door and walked in. I gently shut the door close, not wanting to wake up Blaire just in case she was awake. I leaned against the door, and ran my fingers slightly over my lips. I groaned softly as I did so. I can't believe that Eddie kissed me, and I kissed him back! My mind replayed the scene on a loop, the warmth of his lips still lingering on mine, the unexpected spark that ignited with the contact. Part of me felt a thrill, a fluttering excitement I hadn't experienced in ages. But another part, the more logical one, clawed at me with guilt and worry.I sighed heavily and put my head in my hand. Everything is such a mess. Suddenly, a flicker of movement in the living room caught my eye. My heart hammered against my ribs as I strained to see through the dimness. A figure, silhouetted against the faint glow of the television, was sprawled on the couch.Amelia?"The unexpected voice shot through the quiet like a bolt of lightning, ca
Amelia's POV"I don't know," I confessed, frustration bubbling up in my chest. "Part of me wants to stick it to him, to quit and find another job. But then there's Mom, and I need the money desperately."Blaire nodded, understanding etched on her face. "I understand. It's a difficult situation with no easy solutions."Just then, I remembered that I had gotten two messages, but Blaire and I had gotten carried away with Eddie's message. I snatched my phone back from Blaire and checked the message.I deflated the moment I saw it. It was a message from Mom's hospital, reminding me of the bills I had to pay.My breath hitched as I saw the hospital reminder message staring back at me. It wasn't just a gentle nudge; it was a jarring slap of reality. The unpaid bills loomed over me like a dark storm cloud, threatening to engulf me in their financial load."Oh, Amelia," Blaire murmured sympathetically, as she leaned in and also saw the message. She reached out and squeezed my hand, offering si
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