Her Dad’s Best Friend novel Chapter 71

Part 1

Chapter 1

First Day

Elia

Outside of the nursery, the phone rings. Danny, the baby that literally fell asleep thirty seconds ago, opens his blue eyes and begins to scream.

I didn’t know that he was such a fussy baby before I took this job. When he’s well-rested, he’s the best baby in the world. He’s a hell-demon when he’s tired and he never wants to go to sleep, even if his eyes keep drifting shut. I guess his screams didn’t carry over to my house, which is next door.

“Danny, sweetheart, time to sleep.”

The volume of his screams just gets louder. I can hear his dad on the phone, possibly with mine. They’re business partners. Jeff has been working from home most of the time lately, because he’s had a terrible time keeping nannies for his son.

And Day 1 of being his temporary nanny, I can see why. I love Danny and have since the moment I saw his tiny little baby face and smelled his intoxicating baby scent, but he has colic and refuses to sleep, which means that his little lungs get a big workout very frequently.

I can hear a door closing and wince. My dad will definitely be calling back and telling me to take better care of Danny. I was a model baby and didn’t have colic, so I’ll have to explain what’s going on.

Things would be much easier if Danny’s mother hadn’t died in childbirth. Alongside grieving for his wife, Jeff has had to adjust to caring for a baby. Danny doesn’t cry as much when his dad is taking care of him. He only has one parent and seems to be firmly attached to Jeff. Jeff loves his kid, it's true, but he also has a business to run.

"Come here, sweetheart," I say as his face gets even redder. I hold him over my right shoulder. He nuzzles his face into my shoulder as his screams fade into hard hiccups that shake his whole body. "I know you want your daddy, but he's busy right now." I walk in a slow circle around the nursery. After the two-dozenth time, I feel Danny's tiny body relax. He isn't making much noise now. I cautiously turn my head to see that his little eyes are closed.

"Time to go down again, little one," I say. I start to remove him from my shoulder, but his eyes burst open and his mouth opens like he's about to start screaming again.

"Okay, okay," I say, and his eyes close. I'm starting to get tired, though. There's no bed in here besides Danny's crib, and it's not going to work for me. I think about walking downstairs to the couch, but it makes me nervous to walk downstairs with a sleepy and fussy baby in my arms.

I can think of an easy solution. Jeff won't come upstairs for a while, so I go and sneak into the master bedroom. It smells like him, like pine and musk. He has another crib in here so that he can take care of Danny at night. It's literally adjacent to his bed.

"I guess your daddy doesn't get much action these days, huh? His whole life is centered around you, munchkin." I settle Danny into his crib, keeping a light hand on his soft tummy. He doesn't seem to be upset, although his mouth opens in a gigantic yawn.

"There you go, little guy." Maybe the fact that the whole room smells like his father is helping. I yawn. I think yawns are contagious. As I watch Danny's eyes shut, I can feel mine slipping downwards. I can close my eyes for just a few minutes. Nobody will know.

"Your father will murder me." I wake up to the sound of Jeff's voice. Despite the words, his tone is light.

"What?" I murmur, blinking in the bright sunlight. "Where am I?"

"My bed," Jeff says, laughing a little. "Danny isn't awake yet, so speak softly." I look at the screaming hell-demon, who looks like a perfect angel.