<b>Chapter </b><b>320 </b>
NICK
It’s <b>been </b>two months since Lupita’s grandmother passed and I had been spending a lot of time with her. At first, it <b>was </b>my <b>way </b>in, to get close to Olivia. However, Olivia did not give me the chance <b>to</b>, she stuck to her guns, told me <b>to </b>call when I wanted to visit Samuel<b>, </b>and I must take him away then bring him back.
It was my first time doing such things, I needed help and Lupita needed to get out of the house. To stop thinking too much about what had happened to her grandmother. Olivia easily agreed for her toe with us when I visited, and she had great rmendations of ces I could take Samuel to.
In the time we spent together, I got to know her more, not just as my son’s nanny but as a woman. She was an amazing young woman with a degree in business. I couldn’t understand why she was looking after kids when she had a business degree.
She told me she started looking after kids because she couldn’t find a job, moreover, her grandmother was sick, she had to make a living somehow in addition to that, she had to take care of her grandmother. She casually told me. ‘Bills had to be paid.<b>‘ </b>
She found a job looking after a neighbour’s child and ended up loving it. She now called it her true calling. She said she could not imagine herself doing anything else, let alone being in an office dealing with adults who had issues.
She was right about that, dealing with adults was difficult, kids were easy to please and didn’t have the baggage adults had. They were pure at heart and would make you smile without even trying. I respected her for that.
Now, I found myself looking forward to our conversations. Making excuses to see her all the time, wanting to visit my son all in the name of making up for lost time, knowing that I was going to be able to see her.
My phone pinged indicating an iing text, Iughed reading the text, it was a picture of Samuel with his face stuffed with cookie daw. He looked like a chipmunk. “And now?” Ethan questioned; he had been spending a lot of time with me.
Maybe that was what Olivia told him to do because she was worried, I might do something stupid. I turned the phone and showed him the picture. He raised an eyebrow. “I don’t see anything funny in that.”
“You wouldn’t understand.” He furrowed his eyebrows, he fully turned to look at me. “Or maybe it is not the picture that made you smile like that. Maybe it’s the person who sent the picture, who is responsible for that smile.” I frowned cing the phone beside me.
“Don’t make this out to be a big deal when it’s not. Lupita and I are just two lonely people bonding over Samuel. She needs to keep her mind upied and so do I. I am trying to get over Olivia as best I can. I would appreciate it if you would let me do that without judging how I am doing it”
They kept pestering me, telling me to forget Olivia and move on. I was trying to do just that, but they still had an issue with that as well. Ethan lifted his hands up in surrender. “I didn’t mean anything by it, man. Forget I said anything.”
it I stood and went to the bar area, poured myself a drink and took a sip. I thought about what Ethan said, no, couldn’t be true. I just decided to give up on Olivia only two months ago. I couldn’t be thinking of such with the nanny of all people.
We were only enjoying each other’spany, nothing more. Then why did I smile like that, was it the picture? I went back and took my phone. I checked the picture, for a dad, the picture was indeed funny.
Therefore, it couldn’t have been Lupita who made me smile, not that there was anything wrong with it, but it was definitely the picture. I nodded convincing myself. <b>“</b><b>If </b>you truly believe it was the picture then why I you looking
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<b>at </b>it again?<b>” </b>
Ethan was beginning to piss me <b>off</b><b>. </b><b>“</b><b>I </b>will have you know that the person in the picture is my <b>son</b>…‘
“Our son.” He cut me short just to insert himself as MY SON’s father as well. “Yes, Ethan<b>, </b>it is our <b>son </b>on the picture, and I quite like having his pictures, no matter how silly they are.” He nodded. “How <b>is </b><b>Lupita </b>doing<b>?</b><b>” </b>“Why are you asking me that?” he raised an eyebrow. “Why are you so defensive? You <b>are </b>the one who has <b>been </b>spending a lot of time with her. We hardly see her and Samuel since this thing between the two <b>of </b><b>you </b><b>started</b>.”
“There is nothing between us.” I snapped. Ethan shook his head. Shit! why did I snap like that? “Again<b>, </b><b>no </b><b>need </b>to snap at me or be defensive. I am just asking about her state of mind. Her grandmother was the only family <b>she </b>had besides Olivia.”
I ran my hand through my head. Just what the fuck was wrong with me? “She seems fine with me.” I poured myself another ss. Ethan was trying to taint what Lupita and I had. We shared a bond now that could not be easily broken.
I brought her back from the dead and we were bonding over my son. There was nothing sinister about that. “Don’t over think it, Nick. Even if something were to happen between the two of you. All of us will be happy for you<b>.</b>” he patted my shoulder.
“No one deserves happiness more than you do, both you and Olivia do, and you don’t need to be together to have that. You finding someone for yourself will be a good thing I clicked my tongue annoyed.
“Yeah, am sure you will all be happy. What about you though?” He gulped down the drink in his hand. “We are not talking about me here, let’s not confuse things.” Iughed.