Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 64617 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64617 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Seething, “Can you hear me? I’m going to find you! And then we’re really going to have words!”
“You know that’s a stuffed animal, right?”
I jumped as soon as I heard Jackson’s voice, abruptly spinning to face him. I shouted, “No! It’s your dad!”
“Since when did my dad become a bunny’s ass?”
“He’s in here! I know it!”
He cocked his head to the side, narrowing his eyes at me. “Mary Poppins, Journey is watching you lose your mind on one of her favorite stuffed animals. So, before you traumatize her any more than you already have, put it down and step away from the bunny.”
I scowled, stepping toward him. Shoving the stuffed animal into his chest. “Fine. Then I’m going to find the man that’s inside the bunny.”
“This isn’t Toy Story, Camila. There’s no one inside of it.”
“You’ll see,” I roared, making my way toward the garage door.
“Where are you going?!”
“I just told you!”
I sidestepped Jagger, who was standing in the kitchen with a huge grin on his face as if he knew exactly what I was talking about.
“What about Journey?”
“You can watch her!”
“What? I’ve never watched her before! You can’t just leave her with me! It’s not my job to watch her, it’s yours!”
“You can handle it for an hour! Just hold her, feed her, change her diaper! You’ve seen me do it hundreds of times!”
“Mary Poppins, what the fu—”
“Finish that sentence, and I’ll wash your mouth out with soap when I get back!” I slammed the door behind me, grabbed the car keys off the holder, and stepped into the vehicle I was only allowed to use for the kids.
I couldn’t think of a better time to use it more than now. Their father was going to hear what I had to say, with or without his consent. He needed to be here, he was missing everything, and I loved Journey too much to allow things to continue as they had been. But it wasn’t just for Journey, I cared for them all. Even the biggest pain in my ass.
My thoughts weighed heavy on my mind as I drove toward the hospital, thinking only of his kids. Not caring how it would make me look in their father’s eyes. I was doing this for them.
What should have taken minutes, felt like hours before I was barreling through the surgical unit doors to the nurse’s station.
“Hi, I’m looking for Dr. Pierce. I’m—”
“Camila, his nanny.”
I jerked back, completely caught off guard.
How did she know me?
“I’m Renee, his RN.”
Oh, it must be through Skyler, since I had to take that CPR certification. She must recognize my face from my driver’s license.
“Are you okay?”
“What?” I shook away the thoughts. “I’m fine. Do you know where I can find him?”
She looked at the computer screen in front of her. “Oh, you’re in luck. He just finished his rounds. He should be in his office.” She nodded down the hall. “Go past those double doors towards the elevator and then take it up to the fifth floor. His office is 519.”
“Alright, thank you.”
“Does he know you’re coming?”
I shook my head no and she slowly nodded with an inquisitive look in her eyes.
“Do you think it’s best to meet him here?”
“How do you know we—”
“Journey is adorable, isn’t she? She’s gotten so big. You’re amazing with her. A real natural.”
“How do you—”
“I know Aiden appreciates it.”
“How does he—”
“Camila, I wouldn’t ask questions you already know the answer to.”
I swallowed hard. Our eyes lingered on one another for a few more seconds before I stepped away from the desk. Breaking our profound stare, I put one foot in front of the other, striding toward the elevator she just directed me to.
I was so confused…
Dr. Pierce didn’t know me, had never met me. He wouldn’t be the one talking about me, would he? There has to be cameras in the house, no way there couldn't be.
My thoughts ran wild through my frazzled mind, embarking on a course of their own. It didn’t help that Renee’s penetrating gaze lingered on me until the doors of the elevator closed behind me.
As a result of what could only be explained as one of the most eluding conversations I’d ever had, the wind in my sails deflated a little, but I didn’t allow the minor setback to deter my mission on getting through to Dr. Pierce about his kids. The only difference now, I wasn’t as pissed off as I was when I initially walked through the doors of the hospital.
Which was probably a good thing.
What was going on?
I hated being out of control of my own emotions. No good would ever come of it. I knew from experience. There wasn’t a worse feeling in the world than having your mind governed by someone you didn’t even know. Someone you’d never even personally met.