working as a nanny episode 37 & 38

WORKING ?
AS?
A ?
NANNY ?

?(The Ice Queen )?

BY: Worthy stories

Chapter 37 ?️?️

JADA’S POV ❤️

I watch Ryan look at his room in awe. He runs to his ‘Hulk’ themed bed and jumps on it.
“This is awesome.”

He says excitedly as he grins and I smile. Ryan has adjusted to the place and he loves it here. We moved into the house five days ago and I had people decorate this room after enrolling him into a school twenty minutes away.

“I take it that you love it.” I say and he gives me a cute grin. “Now, for the final surprise…” I say dramatically making him stop jumping on the bed and looks at me with a wide smile.

“Follow me.” I say and start jogging. I hear a thud as he jumps from his bed and follows me to the backyard were I had sealed the door with a large cardboard so that he couldn’t see.

I give him a pair of scissors and he looks at me curiously. I take him to the sealed door where I placed a ribbon.

“And now, for the birthday that I missed I’d like to present to you my last surprise.” I say dramatically making Ryan chuckle.

“A swimming pool?” He asks when I’m done and I roll my eyes.

“How did you know?” I ask raising an eyebrow with mock anger and he looks at me.

“B’cause swimming pools are found in the backyard and, I’ve been asking for it a lot. I know you’d do anything for me.” Ryan says making me look at him in awe. I move closer to him and kneel in front of him.

“That’s right baby.” I say kizzing his hair. “Now cut it.” I say releasing him. He cuts the ribbon making the cardboard fall.

I open the door and we walk outside where a large oval pool is. I’ve placed a high water slide on the shallow end. He runs to the edge of the pool and kneels then dips his hand as if not believing that it’s there.

“Woah. Best pool ever!” He shouts and I already know that he wants to swim.

“Go change.” I say and he runs into the house. I take off my jacket and start walking into the house too so that I can change into a swim suit.

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That was so fun. I can’t wait to have friends and show them our pool.” Ryan says after dinner. I smile at him.

“It’s time to sleep. Go start preparing for bed and I’ll be there in a few minutes.” I say and he nods as I walk to the kitchen and start cleaning.

I walk straight to Ryan’s room and find him reading a book. He shuts the book after noticing me and I sit on his bed.

“Are you happy here Ryan?” I ask suddenly feeling unsure but he smiles at me and nods. I smile too and kizz his forehead. “Now sleep. I’ll take you to school tomorrow.” He gives me a disgusted face and I giggle.

“Sing for me.” He says and I do so.
I shut Ryan’s door and start walking to the kitchen and pick out a new bottle of wine and a gl@$$. I pour myself a gl@$$ but when I’m about to place the bottle back to it’s place, I decide against it.

I walk to my bedroom where my laptop is on the table and I switch it on. I take a sip as I look throu-ghthe job advertisements but none pick my interest.

I see a few secretary adverts and I imagine myself as one and a laugh escapes my li-ps. I’m not good at obeying rules. I search for some time until I give up. I let out a sigh as I pour another gl@$$ of wine.

When I had a perfect life, I always saw myself as a fashion designer. I was so into fashion that I decided to study it.

I had so many ideas. Suddenly, my mind drifts to Ashton and his death. I was so depressed that I put my studies on hold and my mother had also been diagnosed with a Br@in tumor. I had to be there for her. I was five months pregnant then.

I take a hu-ge gulp of the wine and try to think of something else and surprisingly, I think about Leo. I’ve always done what my guts and conscience have told me is right.

The Spider’s minion said Leo was killed because of me but it can’t be true. I saw the shooter already aiming at him and so I shot him but I was already late… too late.

It must be because of my relationship with Julian. I saw the news and Julia was found next to Julian terribly hurt with a recording where they admitted to the Williams’ murders.

I thought Jayden would kill them as he had said he would but leaving Julian paralyzed might have been enough for him.

Sometimes I wonder about Jayden too. His personality mostly. He said we’re more alike than I would think and sometimes I believe him.

Only people with tainted souls like mine can enjoy torturing and killing as he does. I tortured Ian for hours but he only took a short period of time. How did he do it?

Is his soul darker than I think? He lost his father, brother, best friend and nephew after all and I know the feeling.

Each death took a piece of me with them and my baby’s destroyed me.

The thought makes my heartbeat increase. My son is out there and I’m too scared to search for him. I’m trying to convince myself that Ryan might be him but what if he isn’t?

I’m a bad mother.
I take another sip as I walk to my balcony that faces the backyard.

Was I wrong to come here instead of staying in LA and search for my son? Am I wrong to want a new life? To try and feel human again?

If I’m honest with myself, I know I ran away from reality. We make choices that we have to deal with and I choose to deal with mine.

I feel a cooling breeze and my mind turns to a few nights ago in my apa-rtment when Jayden came back after dealing with Julian. I was sipping on a gl@$$ of wine just as I am doing right now. That day, I felt human.

I didn’t feel as broken as I’ve always been. That scared me. I crave for that feeling but I’m scared.

With Ryan, I feel whole. I feel like I have a purpose in life. I feel content.

His happy face and grins make me feel proud of myself. They make me happy too and I’d die for him because he’s my son blood or not. I’ve always seen him as my second chance. He’s the baby that I wish the Italians never took away from him.

But why do I still this way inside? This suffocating feeling inside of me?

My rhetorical questions are disrupted by a ping on my cell phone making me furrow my eyebrows.

Only the house retailer and Ryan have my number. I walk to it to find an unknown number flashing but I already know who it is.

“How did you find me?” I ask immediately and I hear a chuckle.

“I’ll always do baby.” I roll my eyes before registering what I’ve done. I take a sip of the last wine before placing the gl@$$ on the table next to my window.

“I had imagined you taking wine and looking outside the balcony like last time I came to your house.” Jayden says and my eyes look outside out of reflex.

“What do you want?” I ask instead.
“I found your son.” My heart stops for a second

WORKING ?
AS?
A ?
NANNY ?

?(The Ice Queen )?

BY: Worthy stories

Chapter 38?️?️

I park my car in front of the hotel that Jayden had agreed on meeting me after dropping off Ryan to his new school.

This is it. I’m finally going to find out about my son. I take a de-ep breath before getting out of the car and handing my key over to the waiting valet.

I walk inside where I’m directed to the reserved table making me confused.

I find Jayden enjoying drinking his usual Br@ndy as he looks down at his phone.

He stops using his phone when he notices us and stands. He @$$es me from my head to my dress clad body to my feet and lifts his eyes to me in amusement.

He pulls a chair away and I sit without thanking him.

“Wow! Who would have thought Jada Costa would wear a dress willingly?” He says still amused and I find myself let out a sm-irk but a file next to him catches my eye reminding me why he’s here.

Jayden hasn’t changed in the slightest since the last time I saw him which was two weeks ago.

I look at his blue ti-ght shirt covering his muscle filled body. Images of the few times we were together cross my mind. I clear my throat as I look away.

“We can change your dreams into reality baby.” Jayden says and I scoff.
“And what would my dreams be?” I ask playing his game.

“With the lust I can see in your eyes or how you’re suddenly moving in your chair, I can bet my whole life it involves me and you in a hot steamy session with no clothes involved.”

He says confidently his blue eyes turning darker.
I sm-irk and lean in front.

“What will you do about it?” I fli-rt back my voice low. Jayden looks into my eyes as the se-xual tension rises until a weird cough breaks it.

I don’t look away from Jayden as he turns to the waiter and order something for the both of us.

“So, why did you insist we eat here?” I ask after the waiter leaves.

“It’s been lonely since you left.” He confesses and I look away. “I missed you.” He adds and I scoff.

“They’re so many women in Los Angeles. You can’t possibly be missing out on anything.” I say and he shrugs.

“Yeah but you know I’m not that type of guy.” He says before silence fills the table. The food comes and we continue eating in silence both of us lost in thought.

“So, what do you have for me?” I ask when I’m done after taking a de-ep breath. Jayden looks at me intently.

“Can you please tell me something that happened to you before.” He asks his voice low and I look down.

My past is weighing me down. I was advised to see a therapist but I’ve always convinced myself that I don’t nee-d anyone and I’ve been fine.

I look at Jayden who’s looking at me curiously. He makes me vulnerable and I hate it. What is it about him. Sydney’s best friend, Luke, tried everything but I got even more closed off.

I tried at first but the memories made it ha-rd and I pushed him further away. It was like my walls thickened.

But with Jayden, I want to pour what’s left of my broken heart to him. It feels natural and I hate it. What’s the use if in the end he’ll leave? Gosh! I’m starting to sound like a R0m-ntic teenager.

Like how I felt when I first met Ashton. Am I betraying Ash by wanting to open up to another person about my past life?

Betrayal. The word swirls in my mind as I think about Ashton’s daughter. I want to feel bitter but I don’t. At least he died with a daughter who was seen and loved but I failed him and our son.

“You called me to talk about my son Jayden. Now let’s get this done with. I have places to be.”

I spit and he lets out a dry laugh as if he was expecting this reaction. I can feel my features ha-rden and my hands form fists.

He’s acting like he knows me well and that makes me angry.

He takes the black file and hands it over to me and I open. I expect to see a photo as I’m used to the files for my missions given to me when I was in the FBI but there’s none.

I don’t even see a name either. I see the descriptions though. He was born four days before my due date. Green eyes. Black hair.

I look at other descriptions like his height as I feel tears rise. I rou-ghly wipe away and look at his medical report. He has nut allergies just like Ash did.

Two pages later I see an adoption certificate and I check to find my name and Ryan’s. My eyes lift to Jayden who’s watching me.

I stand and take the file then leave without a word. My emotions are all over the place these days. I walk to where I know there are washrooms but a hand stops me. I instantly know it’s Jayden.

He guides me to the elevator and I think for two seconds before getting in. He takes the file from my shaking hands as soon as the door shuts and presses to a bu-tton. My eyes are blurry and so I look straight ahead. I’m not weak.

I won’t cry. I had already known he’s my son de-ep down and I don’t know if I should call it motherly instincts but I’ve always known.

I hear a ding and Jayden gets out and I follow him to his hotel room. “Come here.” Jayden says softly after placing the file on a table. I look at him curiously and he lets out a breath.

He walks to where I am and palms my cheek then brings my forehead to his li-ps.

“It’s okay to cry. I cry too.” He whispers hu-gging me and for the first time I realize how he towers over me. How I feel hidden when in his arms.

I see a drop fall on his shirt just below where his brea-st is outlined. The drop of tear is socked into the blue shirt making it darker as it spr-eads. I see more tears fall and soon I let out a sob.

He hu-gs me ti-ghtly to his che-st telling me to let it out and I do. I cry for my life seven years ago. I cry for Ash, my two sisters, my brother, my mother, my papa and my son, Ryan. I cry for Candice Martins.

Jayden carried me to the bed and lays me there and lies beside me as I continue crying. I feel him kizzing my face from time to time until I finally calm down. He runs his fingers throu-ghmy hair making me concentrate on it.

“It’s today.” I say and his hand stops midway for a second before resuming playing with my hair.
“What is?” He asks, his voice low.

“The day that a pa-rt of me broke.” I say and he moves an inch away from me. He looks at me in confusion.

“Twentieth May seven years ago on my birthday.” I say and he raises his eyebrow at me. Today is my birthday but I don’t celeBr@te it. It’s another day for me.

“Talk to me.” He says after a while making me look at him.
“I started the day like any other. My parents FaceTime me wishing me a happy birthday.

I was five month pregnant then. Still in university pursing my dream course with my perfect boyfriend that I loved with all of my heart.” He squee-zes my hand slightly before releasing it and I let out a small laugh.

“My friends had planned this big pa-rty for me and so I told Ash about it but he kept on receiving these long calls but I never minded.

He told me that his friend was all alone and was in nee-d. She didn’t have anyone else but him and I was slightly angry that he was leaving me on my birthday for a friend who was in labor.

We fought and he told me how I was selfish and so I left when angry.” I say before taking a de-ep breath but Jayden kizzes my forehead.

“I was preparing myself for the pa-rty after work as I was watching the news until I heard about a flight that Ashton had told me about in his goodbye note.

They had crashed and no one survived.” I say as I shut my eyes. I feel his thumbs wipe away my tears but they increase.

“I hate this feeling Jayden. I hate feeling like this.” I whimper.

“I know baby.” He says soft kizzing my forehead for the millionth time. “I know

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