His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 32: Sweet as Sugar
Moana

The children all began to cheer once Edrick agreed to stay longer so that we could make cookies. I lifted my gaze from Clara to see the Alpha billionaire standing in front of me, but he wasn’t looking at me; he was looking at the children.

We all made our way down to the kitchen. I lingered at the back of the group, still in utter shock as I tried to wrap my head around Edrick’s sudden change in demeanor. Had the tour of the orphanage and seeing how disadvantaged children lived given him a bit of compassion?

Once we were in the kitchen, I put on an apron and started to get out the ingredients to make the cookies while the children watched hungrily, licking their lips in anticipation for the sweet taste of sugar in their mouths.

“Do you like to bake, Mr. Morgan?” Clara asked, standing on her tiptoes as she gripped the edge of the counter to see.

“No,” Edrick replied, avoiding eye contact with the little girl. “I don’t.”

“Not even cookies?”

“No, not even cookies,” Edrick said. Then, in a slightly lower voice: “I’ve never baked anything.”

The children erupted into gasps, causing me to stifle a laugh. “Here,” I said, grabbing an extra apron and tossing it to Edrick. “I’ll teach you.” Edrick caught the apron and gave me a puzzled look while the children exploded with a chorus of giggles.

“I think I’d just mess it up,” he replied. “You can do it.”

my chest. “There will be no cookies if Mr. Morgan doesn’t help,” I said, to which all of the children began to protest loudly, some even going so far as to push Edrick toward me with their tiny hands, begging him

as though he was holding back a smile. He shrugged off his suit jacket and put the apron on, coming over to me. Without thinking, I

group’s cries of protest became even

head as I felt my face get hot. Next, I showed Edrick which ingredients to pour into the

cups of flour into this bowl,” I said,

dough for an entire army. Sophia took half of the children as a group, helping them to roll the dough into little balls

seemed to have taken

he rolled a ball of dough between

have a

“I do,” Edrick replied.

moment, sticking her tongue out to the side a bit as she focused on rolling a wa d of cookie dough into a misshapen ball between her tiny hands, then slapped it down on the tray with an unprecedented amount of force for such a small girl. Then, she turned toward Edrick and looked up at him inquisitively. “How come you never bake with your mom? If I had a mom,

his mouth to speak, but the words didn’t seem to

across the

shoulders and dug

taking me by surprise once more, “it’s alright.” He bent down to Clara’s level and looked at her with unexpected honesty in his eyes. “My dad doesn’t always think that boys should do the same

orphanage, Sophia had always allowed the boys and the girls to play however they wanted and to try new things. I grew up not only baking and doing traditionally feminine things, but I also had all of the opportunities in the world

in his mouth, suddenly spoke up. “That’s dumb,” he said, his voice garbled through

the little boy. “Don’t eat

around the kitchen, evading me, and the children erupted into laughter again. When

…

cookies were out of the oven and the children were happily stuffing their chocolate-covered faces. Sophia led Edrick and I to the door; we

the government isn’t so generous with their money when it comes to human

and squeezed Sophia’s arm. Edrick fell silent and appeared to