Your Savior

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Sean

It seems like my life had turned upside down after I hired Helena to take care of the brat. It feels like there is no child in the house, but on the other hand, the little tease looks tamed now. She avoids me in the same way as I do, but I always watch her when they are at home.

This week, I was busier at work, so my hours at the company are longer. When I get home, they are both in the playroom and, because they know the routine, I eat dinner by myself.

I can always hear the sound of their laughter, and even if I don't want to, it sounds beautiful. I can see how Helena cares for the little girl so much, and it looks like she likes what she's doing.

Today marks the first month she's been working, and it's her day off. I need to know if she's leaving this weekend, so I can have Marie take care of the brat.

I finished everything at the company early, and because it's Friday today, I will go home. I took that as a chance to talk to Maria about ordering pizza for Helena and the little girl for supper.

I finished all my work, said goodbye, and went to meet Gilbert.

"Good evening, sir."

"Good evening, Gilbert."

I got in the car, and we drove home. While on the road, I decided that instead of ordering pizza, I asked Gilbert to drop by the most delicious pizzeria so we could take them home.

"Gilbert, I want you to stop by the Italian pizzeria so we can buy two boxes of pizza for the girls for dinner."

"Yes, sir."

I saw how the expression on his face changed, and a smile showed on his face. I know he's wondering what's happening to me because I never did this to the brat or her nannies, but because Helena is doing a great job, I need to do this to make it up to her.

Gilbert drove to the pizzeria I mentioned and parked in front of it. I got out of the car and went to the counter to order. While waiting for my order, I watched a family sitting while eating, and I thought if Joyce didn't leave us, that is us now. We could have a moment like that, but life isn't that kind and took it away from me.

I was lost in my own mind for a while until my order came out. I picked it up and went back to the car.

"Gilbert, how's Helena with the girl?"

"She's fine, sir. It seems like they've known each other for years."

"Are you serious?"

"Yes, Maria and I admired how she got the little girl's trust the day she came. After that, she didn't let her go even for a minute. Whoever sees them now won't recognize the naughty little girl who made her past nannies fired."

"So she tamed the little animal on the first day?"

"Yes, Maria and I were surprised when Summer came home from school, and when Helena approached, the two embraced. After that day, that naughty child turned into a playful and well-behaved girl."

"Thank God I managed to get it right this time, and I won't have any problem with the babysitters anymore."

I ended our conversation, and I started to think about what was special about the young woman. What did she do that the others didn't? Because the other suffered greatly while Helena succeeded on the first day.

We arrived home, and as expected, the house was quiet, but from here, I could hear their laughter from the playroom, and it felt good to hear, and for the first time in five years since Joyce left. It's been six months since the girl came here, and I felt like joining their game, but I stopped myself and went to the kitchen.

"Good evening, Maria."

"Good evening. Mr. Salvatore. Gilbert told me that you were buying pizza and I didn't need to cook dinner."

"Yes, Maria. I will just take a shower, and when I'm done, I want you to call Helena and Summer to eat."

"Let me get this clear. You... want me to call them when you're done?"

"Yes, Maria. I want to eat with them on the table."

"I understand, sir. I will arrange everything while you take a bath."

I nodded my head and left. I climbed up to my room, and that usual loneliness came into full swing. It was not a typical month for me since Helena came to the house, and I asked myself if I was living or just existing.

I took a shower, and many questions entered my mind: Joyce's memories and my condition since she died. Am I really doing the right thing? Is leaving Summer with me the right thing? Or am I losing all the best that Joyce left for me?

When I was done showering, I went back to the kitchen to see Helena sitting beside Summer, and for the first time since her birth, I looked at her from a different perspective, and there I saw a beautiful girl with Joyce's image. An intense pair of blue eyes and an angelic face.

I was so lost in my observation that I didn't notice Helena talking to me.

"Good evening, Mr. Salvatore."

"Good evening, Helena."

"Good evening, Dad—Mr. Salvatore."

"Good evening, Summer."

As soon as I said her name, she looked at me strangely, and so did Helena.

"Can I do something for you, sir?"

"Yes, Maria. You can get me a beer and a soda for the girls."

"Yes, sir."

"Give us juice, Maria, please."

"You don't drink soda?"

"No. Just juice."

"And don't you want soda too, Summer?"

"No. Grandma said that soda isn't good for your health."

I'm kind of speechless; I really don't know anything about her—absolutely nothing, but that's to be expected. A person who has never tried to have any interaction with her can't know anything about her tastes.

Maria gave us our food, and we ate in silence because none of them were talking, but I couldn't blame them. I made it clear from the start that I didn't want to eat with anyone, but it suddenly changed. But even with the silence, being with the two of them at the table made me feel pleasant and happy. This is the best dinner of the past five years, and I will do it again until I achieve Summer's trust and be a good father to him.