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.”

help,” I said, to which all of the children began to protest

it almost seemed as though he was holding back a smile. He shrugged off his suit jacket and put the apron on, coming over

the group’s cries of protest became even louder as some of the boys even went so

my face get hot. Next, I showed Edrick which ingredients to pour into the bowl, and how much of

cups of flour into this bowl,”

we had enough cookie dough for an entire army. Sophia took half of the children as a group, helping them to roll the dough

— she seemed to have taken a liking

asked as he rolled a

you have

“I do,” Edrick replied.

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, I’d probably

mouth to speak, but the words

interjected from across the room, “That’s an

Mr. Morgan.” Clara drooped her shoulders and dug into the bowl of cookie dough to grab

her with unexpected honesty in his eyes. “My dad doesn’t always think that boys should do the same things that girls

traditionally feminine things, but I also had all of the opportunities in the world to try traditionally masculine hobbies. I couldn’t imagine not being allowed to try those things

sneakily stuffing raw cookie dough in his mouth, suddenly spoke up. “That’s dumb,” he said, his voice garbled through the cookie dough. “Baking is

after the little boy. “Don’t eat

and the children erupted into laughter

…

their chocolate-covered faces. Sophia led Edrick and I to the door; we hadn’t realized it,

we stood in the doorway. “Your donation means the world to us. We’ve really been struggling lately — the government isn’t so generous with their money when it comes to human orphanages like this one. I really thought–” I watched as Sophia blinked back a

fell silent and appeared to