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Chapter 12 - Nicolas
Taking Thea to go and see Mamma Mia had apparently produced a new-found obsession for ABBA in the little girl, and she had insisted they listen to nothing else on the car journey home. Luckily for her, Nicolas was far too content to argue, instead basking in Daisy and Thea’s happy singing and Gracie’s excitable gurgles.
As they drew closer to Silvermist, the trees growing closer and thicker, Nicolas couldn’t help but glance over at Daisy in the seat next to him. She was glowing. Her beautiful blonde hair was thrown up in a messy bun, and her face was free of any makeup, but still she shone more beautiful than anything he had ever seen before in his life.
She must have felt the weight of his gaze because she glanced over, a shy smile on her face when their eyes met. It was the promise of something new. Something good.
Nicolas turned back to the road, a satisfied smirk on his face. The trip had, all in all, been a roaring success. He’d finally reclaimed the only girl he’d ever truly wanted. She was his.
They hadn’t discussed how things might change moving forward. Nicolas hadn’t felt any particular need to. But he would move at whatever pace Daisy felt comfortable with. After all, there was nothing in their way. They could enjoy their time together. Nothing needed to be rushed.
Even if he would be quite happy to put a ring on her finger that very moment.
The long afternoon was waning into evening as they approached the house. Thea had mostly worn herself out after multiple renditions of “Dancing Queen” and “Waterloo,” and was currently humming happily along to the music as she gazedout the window. Gracie, too, strapped in her car seat, had fallen asleep.
“So what happens now?” Daisy asked softly, quiet enough that only he could hear her.
He gave her a lazy grin. “Well, I think we should get the girls settled in bed and then we can—”
“Not that!” Daisy’s cheeks turned delightfully pink, but still she smiled to herself. “I mean, am I still your nanny?”
“Is this you telling me you quit?”
“No! I mean, maybe? I don’t know.”
“We don’t have to decide anything right now,” he said, voice turning more serious. “After all, we’re probably breaking a hundred employer-employee rules and regulations.”
“Surprisingly, we’re not,” Daisy said. “There’s nothing in my contract that forbids sleeping with the boss.”
“Looking carefully for that clause, were you?”
“Stop it,” she lightly batted his arm, “what kind of adult would I be if I didn’t read my contract properly?”
“Oh I don’t know, one that has a devilishly handsome boss?”
She shook her head, a small smile tugging on the corner of her lips as he pulled in front of the house. Daisy immediately climbed out of the car, carefully gathering Gracie up in her arms. His daughter’s sleeping head lolled against Daisy’s shoulder, a small line of drool dribbling down her dress.
“Come on, Thea,” Daisy coaxed, “it’s time for your dinner.”
Thea yawned and clambered out of the car, rubbing her eyes with one hand and blindly waving the other for Nicolas totake. He chuckled and let her grasp onto his fingers and pull him towards the house.
The fact that Daisy had a daughter had certainly been a shock to him back when they had first reunited at the agency. He was ashamed to admit that his instant reaction was one of possessive anger. But since getting to know the little girl, he was becoming increasingly fond of her. It was clear how much Daisy adored her, and in turn Nicolas found his furious thoughts about the girl’s father were far from his mind.
He was well aware of what a hypocrite it made him to feel anger over Daisy being with another man. After all, his daughter was the reason she was here. But he was an alpha.
Still. It was hardly Thea’s fault that her father was clearly some lowlife who had disappeared the first chance he got. And he was missing out on a wonderful daughter.
Before he could reach the front door, it was opened for him by his cleaner, who looked between him and Daisy with a decidedly guilty look on her face.
“Julia?” Nicolas asked, raising an eyebrow. Daisy had stopped just behind him, her hand running soothing circles over Gracie’s back.
“Welcome back, sir,” Julia said, folding her hands neatly in front of her, her wrinkled face nevertheless twisting with embarrassment. “Um…there’s someone here to see you, sir. She was quite insistent. I had to let her in.”
Nicolas frowned. “Who? Why the hell didn’t security stop her? Or alert me?”
Julia gulped. “She asked them not to, sir. She said it might make you angry. And, well…”
“Julia,” Nicolas said, his tone darkening, “you better tell me what is going on right now, or else—"
