Page 48 of The Accidental Nanny
I drive to my parents’ house in my Lamborghini. I can't sell her like Alex suggested. Instead, we swap cars when he is working, and apparently, he has been teased a lot about it.
I haven't been home for weeks. I don't mind that Eden wants to come with me, although I had stern words with her about addressing my father correctly and not as 'Grandpa.' She plays her music in the car, singing at the top of her voice to a Disney track from a movie I haven't seen, but I've heard her play it in the background while I work. She isn't a shy girl. She looks at my home when we pull up to the gates.
“It looks like my doll house," she exclaims with a gasp.
“It does a bit,” I say as we look at the large Georgian building. I can see everyone is home; their cars are parked outside.
“Why don’t you live here anymore?” Eden asks, she’s so curious.
“Because I decided it would be easier to live with you guys and help your daddy out,” I say, getting out of the car.
“Do you love him? He loves you.” She looks up at me with shining eyes.
“Come on, let’s meet my parents.” I Ignore her comment, I take her hand, walking with her into the house.
“Dad?” I call out.
“In here,” I hear my mother’s voice.
“This way, then,” I say as I lead Eden into the front room.
“Gemma, it’s nice of you to grace us with your presence. And who is this?” my mother asks.
I smile like a proud parent. I don’t need to say anything, Eden has it covered.
“I’m Eden, I’m five, and I’m nearly six. Gemma is marrying my daddy,” she says, clapping her hands and jumping up and down.
“What?” everyone asks in unison, turning to look at me.
“Eden!” I look at her with my eyes wide. “Why did you say that? I’m not. Getting married, that is.” The words tumble out in a jumble.
“They love each other,” she tells them.
I throw my hands into the air.“Be quiet. Please. Stop talking,” I beg her.
“She’s just like you,” Dad says with a small smile.It seems he’s as taken with her as I am.
“Pretty,” Eden replies to him, making everyone chuckle.
I lead Eden to sit down near my mother.
“She sounds like you, too,” my brother adds. “Dad, here you go.” He gets up, giving our father a small box.
Inside is a Breitling watch. I know how much those cost, and they aren’t cheap.
“Thank you, son, but it’s too much," Dad says, although he takes it out to admire it.
“Nonsense, Dad. I can afford it. I wanted to.” He has a smug look on his face as he looks at me.
“Happy Father’s Day, Dad. I forgot your present,” I lie.
“No, you didn’t. It’s in your bag.” Eden yanks my bag offmy shoulder and rummages through it. She runs to my father with the paper in her hands.
“Eden!”
“Here, look.” She takes the folded piece of paper and puts it in his hands. "She made it herself."
“Gemma, you did this?” He looks at the sketch of himself which had taken several attempts to get right.
