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.”

said, to which all of the children began to protest loudly, some even going so far as to push

almost seemed 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 reached out and rolled his sleeves up for

of the older kids shouted. “They’re gonna kiss!” Now, the group’s cries of protest became even louder as some of the boys even went so far as to

hot. Next, I showed Edrick

into this bowl,” I said,

half of the children as a group, helping them to roll the dough into little balls and place them

to have taken a liking to him, which reminded me

rolled a ball

you have

“I do,” Edrick replied.

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

opened his mouth to speak, but

the room, “That’s an awfully

Mr. Morgan.” Clara drooped her shoulders and dug into the bowl of

that boys should do the same things that girls do,” he said. “So, I grew up thinking that if I tried to ask to do things like bake with my

a pang through my heart. Growing up in the 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 to try traditionally masculine hobbies. I couldn’t imagine not being allowed to try those things just because of my gender, but

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

the little

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

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stuffing their chocolate-covered faces. Sophia led Edrick and I to the

donation means the world to us. We’ve really been struggling lately — the government isn’t so generous with their money when it

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