Page 50 of The Christmas Nanny

“That’s what we need to talk about, Jacob.” Lauren got up and came around the table. She sat beside me. I turned, and our knees touched. “I told you the night you closed the gym that I cared about you.”

I nodded, remembering how foolish I’d been. I let that boat sail off into the sunset. “I was a dumbass for letting you go, Lauren. I’ve been kicking myself ever since. I’m sorry.”

“Christmas in this big house is going to be lonely,” she said. “I’d like for you to stay.”

“And be your Christmas nanny?”

Lauren shrugged, and a smile began at the corner of her mouth. “I wasn’t thinking that, but it sounds like a good idea. How about you be Dakota’s Christmas nanny through the holidays? Then we’ll see about opening another gym. I’ll finance it, and you run it. We can by a vending machine for the gym and put in that special water everyone wants. Then we can add those nasty protein snacks people hate but eat anyway.”

Lauren squeezed my hand, and I leaned forward, the two of us kissing. We stood, and I put my arms around her. The ship I thought I’d sent out to sail was coming back to dock.

Epilogue (Lauren)

My grandfather sat on the couch near the fireplace and watched Dakota wrestle with Jacob in the wrapping paper torn from presents. Christmas music played from speakers throughout the house. Snow drifted outside the window, sticking to the pane before melting away. I couldn't have asked for a more perfect Christmas.

As far as I knew, Charlie spent Christmas Eve at a local strip club and went home with a stripper for some ho ho ho. I wanted him back in the family once he got his life in order. We'd not heard anything from Stephanie, but we assumed another rich man awaited her in the future. The woman knew how to work a man into a frenzy before settling in to take his money.

I sent Samantha a text wishing her a Merry Christmas but never heard back. Jacob never heard back from Christine, although he tried to reach out.

Slim Shady, on his back, snored louder than the music. Life was good. Wigglebutt rested beside him, licking his own crotch. Dakota loved both pets and they both loved sleeping on his bed.

Dakota stopped for a juice drink and then played with the racetrack Jacob had gotten him for Christmas. Jacob sat next to me and rested his hand on my leg. I didn't hold it against Jacob for not seeing my love for him. I knew he had a lot going on between his ears. We already had a plan for a new gym and expansion into a chain.

“I kind of like this nanny thing,” Jacob said. “Not so bad when you get over the fact I’m a male nanny.”

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of.” I leaned my head on his shoulder and made sure Grandpa was sleeping. His snoring rivaled Slim Shady’s. “I like what you are, Jacob. I like the leather pants, the roleplaying, the BDSM, all of it. I like being your sub because you show so much love."

“I’ll stop with the erotic paintings,” he said.

“Absolutely not.” I never wanted him to stop being him. “How about we say you keep painting but screwing the models is out?”

Jacob let out a little laugh, and Grandpa opened his eyes.

“I’m going upstairs to watch a movie in the theatre,” Grandpa said. “Hey, Short Stuff, you want to watch Home Alone again?” Home Alone was Grandpa’s go-to movie to distract Dakota when he thought Jacob and I needed time together.

Dakota gave hugs and followed Grandpa upstairs. I gave them a few minutes and then straddled Jacob’s lap. His dick hardened beneath me. I didn't mind being his dirty little whore because he didn't mind being my dirty little he-whore. We were made for each other.

“How about you take me upstairs to the hidden dungeon, and we play a little game of Master-slave.” I pressed against him, and our open mouths came together.

Not everything Stephanie did was tossed to the curb. With a few modifications, we enjoyed her secret little room.

Love wins the race every time.

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