Maid For Beckett Catching The Baseball Legend’s Heart novel Chapter 206

Chapter 206

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It wasn’t an easy feat to make a decent meal when my throat wanted to shut. My emotions were high, and it took all energy to keep them down.

I don’t even know how I managed to cook spaghetti without burning my hands or messing up the ingredients. I was autopilot the entire time, chest tight, and my taste buds sent the same response to everything I tasted. If Shay wasn’t taste the sauce, I would have messed it up.

The kids knew their routine when it was time to eat. Each one grabbed a plate and fork, then they lined up like good children, waiting for their turn to get spaghetti.

One by one, they sat in their designated seats at the dining hall. They waited until everyone was seated and said a pra before they ate.

I was seated with Beckett, Miss Alice, and Miss Lyra at the teacher’s table. They praised the spaghetti, and I heard a ra compliment from the kids, too, but I didn’t hear any of that. All I could think about was how many kids were here, an many of them were like Shay, who lived on the streets.

“Is everything okay?” Beckett asked as Miss Alice and Miss Lyra discussed the upcoming exams.

I nod, sliding a tentative glance at Beckett. “Yeah. I’m okay.”

He can see through my lies, but he didn’t push it. Knowing him, he’d wait for the right time to ask me again, when I am ready to tell him the truth. For now, he let it slide.

“Uhm, where is the girls‘ bathroom?” I asked Miss Alice. She was lady in a white shirt with soft brown eyes and brunet hair tied in a neat bun. She looked strict, but she can be friendly too.

“In that hallway,” she pointed at the left side entrance of the dining hall. “The door to the left.”

“Thanks. Excuse me,” I excused myself from the group and headed in the direction Miss Alice pointed I dragged in w feet as I walked past the kids, who were having a good time finishing their food. Questions filled my mind, but I know ly ask Beckett until we are out of here.

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Smouth, and her sheeks turned bright red.

I’d put her at six years old, with blond hair in pigtails, green eyes, and slightly chubby cheeks.

“Dada Beckett will divorce you she clenched the edges of the plate as she looked up at me fiercely

To say I was shocked by what she murmused would be an understatement. Divorce? Does this little girl know what thi means? And why does she call my husband Dad Beckett?

I looked at her, genuinely confused. “You know what divorce means?

She rolled her eyes. I should be vexed, but I find it cute. “I’m six years old,” she murmured, as though her age explaine she knew that word. “I know a lot of things.”

“Oh, okay,” I suppressed the giggle that was about to fall from my mouth. “Why would your Dada Beckett divorce me? do something wrong?”

She didn’t expect that question. She staggered back and looked thoughtful for a moment, and she looked just like her then. Innocent, young, with the world waiting for her to conquer.

‘Is it because of the spaghetti?” I asked, smiling softly at her.

This is the only time I wouldn’t get offended by that D word, and try to understand where she was coming from.

‘Y… yes,” she stuttered. “Because it tastes like garbage and because you are not Dada Beckett’s one true love.”

I blinked at her. “I’m not?”

“No!” she bristled. “You’re the evil stepmother. You’re ruining Mama Sophie’s life story!”

‘Abigail!” Miss Alice was standing at the end of the hallway, horrified by what she had just heard. Her surprise quickly morphed into disappointment when she shouldn’t have. Abigail was just a kid, and I don’t take it to heart

Abigail lowered her gaze to her plate, biting her lip as Miss Alice’s removed the distance between us with elephane robeer Apologize to Miss Andrea, now.”

Miss Alice had been sweet and friendly the entire time we were eating spaghetti. But at that moment I witnessed the disciplinarian side, and she looked like a mother upset by her child’s actions.

I shook my head no, but Miss Alice pinned me with a warning gaze. She was teashing Abigail a lessons and to spare that I wasn’t offended, there was more to this than what I was feeling

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