Mr. Romeo's Unexpected Nanny's Wife

DAVID

The moment Janie screamed my name, I knew there was trouble. I led Kay to where they were.

"Yes, Janie," I drawled.

"Dad, how come she knows your name? I thought Mom was the only person who knew it... and your best friend, Mark."

OMG! She’s so childish.

"Can you stop acting childish, Janie?"

"I am a child, Dad," she retorted, her brow furrowed.

"But you don’t act like one. A good child would wait for explanations before jumping to conclusions.

This lady here is with me because I made her lose her money and worse, I ruined her dress."

I paused as my kids focused on the stained dress, finally noticing what they never saw in the first place.

"She isn’t my girlfriend, okay? We don’t know each other. We just met today. I was supposed to take her shopping for a new dress to replace the one I ruined, but she insisted I come pick you guys up first.

Isn’t that enough to thank her for?

I think that’s enough reason to show her respect."

I added, looking disappointed at their behavior.

"It’s okay, Mr. David. You’re making them feel bad," the lady — whose name I still didn’t know — spoke on their behalf when she noticed their faces.

"Now say sorry to her, kids." I ruffled my hair, frustrated.

"Let’s just go home..." Janietta grumbled, walking to the side of my car.

I stared at her reaction, not even sure what to say. Then I turned to the other two — Noel and Kay.

"You two, say sorry to her." I formed a straight face at them.

"I’m hungry," Noel complained, walking out of my sight.

This is crazy. Correcting my kids is one thing they never take well. The moment I scold them, they suddenly become upset and unhappy with me.

Great. Just great!

"Sorry..." Kayla smiled at the lady.

"It’s okay, sweetie. What’s your name?" she asked, squatting to my little girl’s height.

"Kayla. And yours?"

Yeah... one question I forgot to ask her in the first place.

"Rosiana."

"You’re pretty, Rosiana," my baby remarked.

True. Absolutely true. She isn’t just pretty — she’s physically endowed with beautiful features.

"And you’re beautiful," she complimented Kayla, who giggled in excitement and ran to meet her siblings.

"Omg! Janietta, she just said I’m beautiful!"

Hahaha! I love my baby girl so much.

"Dad! Come open your car. I wanna go home," Janietta called out.

"...and eat," Noel added.

"Let’s go, please," I said to Rosiana, and she nodded.

I used the key control to unlock the doors before hopping in.

Janietta quickly sat in the front seat beside me, leaving Rosiana standing outside.

"Get down, Janie. Join your siblings in the back."

"But Dad—"

"No questions. Rosiana wants to sit here." I hushed her.

She angrily mumbled something before stepping down.

"Don’t get too comfy with my dad," she said straight to Rosiana’s face before joining her siblings.

"Ignore her, she’s always like that," I told Rosiana as she got in.

"No problem. Thanks," she said, settling into the seat as I started the engine.

"Seatbelts!" I mouthed as I adjusted the mirror above me, watching my kids through it as they strapped themselves in.

"Good," I muttered as I reversed out of the school, heading straight home.

ROSIANA

The silence in the car as he drove was… something else. It wasn’t comfortable at all. I suspected I was the cause of it.

Why would a family be so quiet on a simple ride home?

Kids should be talking about school, homework, or something interesting to their dad.

I bet they’re not comfortable with me here.

I just can’t wait to get back home.

"Dad, I’m hungry..." David’s little boy said as his stomach growled.

"You’ll eat when you get home, okay?" his dad replied.

"The last time I checked before school, there’s no food at home. ’Cause you didn’t wake up on time to make us breakfast. And lunch..."

Wake up on time? So David makes breakfast for his kids before going to work?

What about his wife??

"Oh God! I didn’t remember..." he palmed the steering wheel.

"You kids will wait till I go get Junior from daycare. Then I’ll buy food packs from a restaurant so you can eat to your fill."

Another baby??

My eyes almost popped out as I realized he has another child.

This man is the father of all nations. Imagine staying home with the type of kids he has. Four in total.

"I’m gonna die of hunger before you get back..." my favorite, Kayla, almost cried.

I don’t like seeing her upset.

I like her so much.

"Kay, baby. You won’t die. I’ll beat the traffic for your sake. You won’t die, okay? Not when there’s enough water to revive you," David joked.

"Dad, no way! I’m hungry too, and I can’t wait for you to get Junior first. It’s our stomach first. Our stomach. Your first priority," the older girl declared.

I cocked my ears in amusement.

"Yes, Dad. Justice for our stomach!" Noel added.

"I want pancakes for lunch!"

The three kids began ranting.

Their ranting almost deafened my ears.

Passersby stared at the car — it was that noisy.

"Alright... kids! Kids! Calm down! Ca—"

But they didn’t even listen to their dad. Instead, the noise increased.

Is all this because of food?

"I’ll cook for you guys," I said.

The car suddenly fell completely silent as they stared at me, shocked.

"I mean... I could help with lunch before your dad gets back," I added.

Did I say something wrong?

Well, I used to work as a cook at Dean’s restaurant until he fired me this morning.

I could help them, at least for Kayla’s sake. I don’t want her to die — like she earlier said.

"That’s if you guys are okay with it," I quickly added.

"You sure about that?" David asked, as if unsure.

"Yeah," I nodded.

"Kids?" David called out, wanting to know their opinion.

"Sure, you can cook for us. As long as it doesn’t taste like Dad’s socks!" little Noel agreed.

Wait. What??

Did he just say his dad’s socks?

"NOEL?!" David screamed his name, his eyes turning smoky red.

I quickly suppressed my laugh.

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TBC