His Nanny Mate (Moana and Edrick Morgan) novel Chapter 77

#Chapter 77: A Compromise

Edrick

In her fit of anger, Moana threw a pillow, of all things, on the floor. She stood there silently after she did it, breathing heavily through flaring nostrils with her fists clenched at her sides. At that moment, she looked adorably small and helpless, like an angry child. But she wasn’t a child; she was a woman, and my actions had upset her.

For some reason, seeing Moana act so passionately made me want to hold her. Without a word, I walked past the discarded pillow and pulled her tightly into my arms.

She stiffened at first, shocked by my sudden display of affection, before she finally relaxed into me. Her petite body pressing against me made me feel warm all over, and for a long time, I just held her there in the middle of the living room. I didn’t want to get too close, but I couldn’t deny the feeling of her slightly protruding belly against me combined with her fluttering heartbeat. For a brief moment, I thought about our fated one night stand that resulted in her unexpected pregnancy. It started to make me a little aroused, admittedly, but I quickly pushed those thoughts back down and just focused instead of making the mother of my baby relax.

As I hugged her, however, I was suddenly alerted to an oddly familiar smell. I couldn’t quite place my finger on it at first, but it grew just a little stronger, and I suddenly came to the realization that it was the same scent that I picked up at the maze all of those weeks ago. Just as quickly as it came, however, it suddenly faded.

I stopped hugging her and pulled away, looking down at her with narrow eyes. That scent was so distinct, and it was sweet. That day at the maze, I thought that it might have even been my mate’s scent, but that was impossible; Moana was a human. Was she hiding something from me?

“What’s wrong?” Moana asked, looking up at me with innocent confusion written across her face.

She looked genuine. I didn’t think that she had anything to hide; maybe it was just some perfume that she used on occasion and it was nothing more than that.

“Nothing,” I said, shaking my head and taking a step back.

Neither of us spoke for a few moments until Moana finally said, “I’m sorry I got so worked up.” She solemnly walked over to the pillow that she had thrown on the floor and picked it up, setting it back down in its rightful place on the couch with a sheepish expression on her face.

I shrugged. “It’s alright.”

Moana stared at the floor for a little bit. My own mind felt as though it was whirling around with a million different thoughts. I knew that I was being a jerk for not telling my mother about the baby, and for making Moana feel so badly. But at the same time, I was a werewolf from a highly esteemed family. Even though I did like Moana and enjoyed her company, I could never be so forthcoming publicly with a human nanny.

“Well… Goodnight,” Moana said quietly before turning and walking toward her bedroom.

I stared after her for a moment, biting my lip as I watched her go.

“Wait.”