The Billionaire's Nanny

Chapter 18

The next morning, the kids and I went through our usual weekday routine. I bathed them, braided Abby's hair, explained for the 1000th time why she could not take her cuddle buddy with her to school, went through a little whining, separated a few arguments, and prepared their bags for school. After getting them ready for school, I took them downstairs for breakfast.

"Good morning, everyone," Lucas greeted with a broad smile as he joined us at the table. He was already dressed for work in a pair of black slacks and a white button-down, a black waistcoat, and the main suit jacket on his arm. He shoved his phone in his pocket and pulled out a chair to sit.

Despite my best efforts, I could not let my mind drift away from last night and how close we had come to complicating our relationship. I felt a ton of guilt coursing through me, seeing as I had led things on, and I knew I had to apologize for that. Maybe later, for now, I could not even trust myself to be within such a close radius as him and not lose my composure.

Celine would go crazy with excitement if she found out what happened last night, which was the exact reason I was going to hold on to it for a little longer.

"Good morning Daddy," the twins chorused, and I followed too, forcing a small smile. He looked at me, smirked, and looked back at the kids. I could only hope he had the same thoughts I had running through my mind.

"How are my babies doing?" he tweaked both their noses playfully, and they giggled.

"We're good," Aiden answered, with a mouthful of cereal.

"Did you enjoy sleeping in Chris's room?" he asked while making himself a plate.

"I did," Abby answered, and almost immediately put on her curious face. "Daddy, will you be joining us the next time we sleep with Chris?"

Lucas froze, and his face turned pale white, at her question, and I choked on the milk in my mouth despite my best efforts to act normal. A beat of silence passed, and I cleared my throat loudly to bring back Lucas's attention, as I tried to regain my own composure.

Seeing as her father did not answer, Abby turned to me. "Chris can daddy sleep in your room with us tonight?" she did a puppy face and pushed her lips out in a long pout.

"Um..." I cleared my throat softly and gulped the glass of water. My eyes were fixed on Lucas, silently willing him to say something.

"I think Chris would like to have some private time tonight," he said quickly. "Right?" he quirked his brows waiting for me to answer.

"Yeah...yeah...of course." I stuttered.

"How about we sleep in your room tonight?" Lucas offered, as their faces dropped into disappointing frowns, "Just me, you and Aiden."

"But we want Chris to be there," Aiden whined.

"Yeah, she smells really sweet." Abby grinned.

"I don't smell sweet?" Lucas said in mock annoyance.

"Daddy," Abby waved her hands and did a dramatic sigh like she was about to convince him that the earth is round. "You smell nice, but not sweet. Chris always smells sweet like a girl."

I chuckled as she made gestures with her hand while spoke, and Lucas had a bewildered expression. "Where did you even learn that from?"

"All the girls at school talk like that," she hunched her shoulders and took a spoonful of cereal.

"Well, I do not know what you are talking about. I always smell sweet." Lucas raised his chin defiantly, "also, I have great news."

That seemed to get their attention and successfully make them forget about Lucas and me in the same bed, though I was having a harder time erasing the image I had already created in my dirty mind.

I shook my head tersely and forced my mind to pay attention to what Lucas was about to say.

"We are spending the day at Grammy and Pop pop's tomorrow."

"Really?" Aiden asked, eyes filled with excitement.

"Yep,"

My eyes flickered to Lucas as the kids expressed their happiness in their seats. "We go over to my parents at least once a month," he said, seeing the confusion written on my face.

"Wow, that's nice." how did he manage to wow me every time. One minute he was the billionaire I had met a few weeks ago, the next minute he was just a regular guy that cared about his kids more than anything and made visits to his parents.

"You can take tomorrow..."

"Daddy, can Chris come with us?" Aiden asked, cutting him short.

"Please, daddy," Abby joined in, eyes filled with hope.

"Um..." he stuttered and looked at me. "I think, if she wants to, she can come."

"Yay!" Aiden exclaimed.

"Daddy said you can come," Abby said with a deep smile.

"If she wants to," Lucas stressed.

"You'll come, right?" Abby looked at me expectantly.

"Abby," Aiden scolded. "Say, please will you come with us Chris?" he begged, with a sad face.

I laughed, and tweaked his chin, "There's no way I can say no to such a cute face, now is there?"

"Yay!" the two kids jumped off their chairs and ran around the table to give me a big hug.

"Okay, that's alright, we have to get you to school." they released me from the tight hug and went back to their places at the table.

Lucas looked at the time on his watch and turned to me with a pleading smile. "You wouldn't mind if I took the kids to school today, would you?"

I looked at him, shocked that he thought he had to ask first. "Oh, that's great. I don't mind a bit."

"Thanks. I don't have a meeting until noon, and I just..."

"Lucas," I stretched my hand out to hold his with a genuine smile, and almost immediately regretted it, as my body reacted to his touch. "You don't have to explain to me why you want to spend time with your kids, they're yours."

He looked surprised, and his eyes flicked to where our hands met, then back to my face. I looked down at our hands and pulled my hand away slowly. To think that there was a time I would strangle him if he came so close to me.

"No," he held my hand back and smiled nervously. "Please don't take it back."

"Oh okay."

The kids were too concentrated on their breakfast to feel the tension building in the room. Thankfully Emma was also busy in the kitchen, so she would not be coming out soon either.

"So...um, what would you be doing today?" he asked, still holding my hand.

"I thought of visiting Celine." I worked to keep my voice steady, I could not trust myself to not burst into excitement at the fact that he was holding me.

"She can come over," he said casually.

"She can?" I quirked my brows, waiting for him to realize what he had just said, but he did not.

"Yeah, it saves you from having to drive all the way across town."

"Thank you." I gave him a small smile and instinctively, my teeth found my bottom lip.

"Don't do that." he cleared his throat and shifted in his seat.

"I can't thank you?"

"Not that. Don't do that with your lip, I have to get to work with a clear head." his eyes were fixed on his food as he spoke, but his hands never left mine.

I smiled inwardly and nodded innocently, without taking my lip away from my teeth.

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"This is your room?" Celine squealed as she collapsed on the bed next to me.

"Hmm hmm," I nodded grinning.

"f**k me!" she cried.

It only took her a few hours to get here after I called in need of her company. Apparently, her employer-employee relationship had reached a higher level and she could leave the office earlier than usual if she did not have a lot of work left. Watching her talk about this man that actually gave my best friend sparkles in her eyes only made my heart swell with joy.

Celine was the swing and pass kind of girl. She was adventurous and always boasted of never letting her heart fall for anybody. For her, it was just s*x and move on. That was why it was so special to see her talk about one person more than twice. Usually the third time she was already talking about how she hated men and would never date any again.

"Girl I have said this before," she pushed herself up and plopped up on her elbows with a serious face. I knew she was about to say something not so serious. "If you do not want him, I could swing by. Don't let your girl down."

I picked a pillow and threw it at her, "shut up."

"Ow," she cried and erupted into a giggle.

"So tell me," she turned around and crawled to where I was handknitting with my back on the headboard. "Any juice."

"Nah, none." I shrugged, without looking at her.

"Liar."

"What? I'm not lying. The only juice I might have is that we are going over to his parent's tomorrow."

She covered her mouth with her palm as she gasped, and her eyes widened in excitement. "You're already getting introduced to your inlaws," she cried. "I can't believe you f****d him without telling me, and you guys advanced so fast." she feigned a broken heart. "I am truly happy for you best friend."

"What is wrong with you Celine?" I dropped the pins and yarn on my lap to look at her, trying to hold back the grin that was crawling up my face.

"My problem is that you live with this dude," she stretched out one palm and counted on her fingers as she spoke. "Loaded as f**k, so you don't have to worry about him being a broke dude, hot as fire, so you know he's got great meat,' she winked and continued, "and he loves his kids from what I hear. You cannot even lie that you don't want him."

"I thought you hated him coz he was an asshole." I purred.

"Doesn't matter. Those three qualities make up for him being an asshole. So tell me, why the f**k are you not f*****g him?"

"You just used f**k and f*****g in the same sentence." I teased, with a wry smile.

"That's not even the point." she cried.

"Well," I crossed my legs and continued knitting, "since you asked, I'm only going with them because the kids insisted, and I can never say no to them."

"So it's not Lucas introducing you to his parents?" she looked almost disappointed.

"We will get introduced tommo..."

"You know what I mean," she gave me a weak smack on my shoulder.

I held my shoulder and cried in pretense pain. "You're not fooling me." she chuckled and laid back on the bed.

"If it makes you any better, Lucas and I have a great relationship right now," I said, hoping to lift her mood.

"If it's not a s****l relationship, count me out," she mumbled lazily.

"How did we even become best friends?" I teased.

Ignoring me, she rolled on her back and looked at what I was doing. "What are you even making?"

"Gifts for the kids," I raised the half knit sweater so she could see it better. I had started it a few days ago, and given my schedule, with the kids, I hardly got any time to knit.

"You seem to be bonding well with the kids,"

"You know I have always loved kids, plus, there's nothing to not love about them. They are just darlings."

"Now I can't wait to meet them," she grinned.

I looked up at the clock on the wall, "I'll be picking them up from school soon, wanna come?"

"You know I do."