His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 115: Fever

Edrick

As I drove Moana home from the hospital, I was too stunned by everything that had happened to even

notice that I was holding her leg until we finally pulled up to the curb. I paused for a moment, my eyes

searching Moana in the passenger seat as my heart pounded in my chest, before I finally pulled my

hand away and got out of the car.

While we took the elevator up to the penthouse, however, I couldn’t help but want to be as close to her

as possible. Knowing now that she was my mate, I didn’t want to let her out of sight for even a moment.

“Moana! Daddy!” Ella exclaimed as the elevator doors slid open. She practically leaped up off of the

couch and flew to us. Moana, with tears streaming down her cheeks, crouched and pulled Ella into a

tight hug. “I was so worried about you,” Ella cried into Moana’s shirt. “I cried and cried all day!”

“It’s okay, love,” Moana said. “I’m okay, and so is your daddy. He’s my hero.”

Ella smiled up at me then. At some point, I would have to tell her the story of how her big, strong dad

saved Moana, but for now, I needed to make sure that Moana was okay. Not only that, but I felt my own

temperature beginning to rise. I had begun to feel sick from the exhaustion in the hospital room, but

somehow managed to hold myself together. Now, however, I felt like death.

And of course, the nanny noticed this when she looked up at me. So did Ella, but Moana quickly sent

her away to be with Selina again, who was standing in the doorway with relief washed across her face

and tears in her eyes.

“You look like hell,” Moana said, taking me by the arm. “You need to lie down.”

I shook my head, but Moana persisted and pulled me toward my bedroom. Even when she had just

been through hell herself, she was still fully focused on others. I loved that selfless side of her, but at

the same time it made me worried that she wouldn’t get enough rest of her own.

When we made it into my room, I watched as Moana scurried over to the bathroom. I heard the bathtub

start to run, and when she reemerged, she stared intensely at my dirty clothes.

“You should get out of those wet clothes and take a hot bath,” she said, placing her hands on her hips.

I couldn’t help but chuckle, but even chuckling sent me into a coughing fit. “Don’t you need to get clean,

too?” I asked once I finished coughing. I gestured to her clothes, which were even more dirty and wet

than mine. As I did so, Moana blushed and stared at the floor.

“You’re right,” she said. “I’ll go change and take a bath myself.”

She went to scurry past me then, but suddenly, my own instinct took over and I stopped her. Our

bodies were close as she slowly looked up at me. Even now, covered in dirt and mud, she looked

beautiful. I wanted to kiss her so badly… But I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Not yet. I wasn’t sure if I

was ready to reveal what I knew about us now, and I wanted her to tell me about her lineage herself.

“Um… Stay with me,” I said quietly, taking a step back and averting my gaze as I felt my face go red.

“You can use the bath first.”

Moana’s face turned an even brighter shade of scarlet pink. She opened her mouth as if to speak, but

promptly shut it again and instead nodded. I watched then as she turned on her heel and disappeared

into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.

The primal part of me wanted to follow her. Now that I knew that she was my mate, I wanted to be as

close to her as possible at all times… And I had to admit that I wanted her badly now, more than ever.

But I knew that I had to control myself, so while she bathed I went to her room and retrieved her robe

and nightgown for her. I returned just as I heard her stepping out of the bath.

Next, she made me bathe. I wanted to keep my eyes glued on her at every moment, but I knew that I

needed to listen to her, so I did as she asked. And when I was finished, I stepped back out into my

room in my pajamas and saw her sitting on a chair next to the bed. She had a worried look on her face,

but I couldn’t get over the way that her red hair cascaded down over her shoulders in her robe.

Suddenly, however, I felt myself become weak. I staggered a bit where I stood, leaning against the

doorframe as my vision began to flicker in and out.

Moana suddenly jumped up and ran to my side.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

I shook my head, holding my hand over my face as I tried to steady myself. “I’m fine,” I replied. “Don’t

worry about me. Worry about yourself.”

Moana frowned. I felt her come up beside me and put her arm around my waist just as I started to

teeter again, and she somehow supported me while she led me over to my bed. She peeled the

blankets back, then guided me onto the bed. I felt weak as the room spun around me; why now? When

I only wanted to take care of Moana, why did it somehow turn out that she would have to take care of

me?

“I’m sorry,” I said as I felt her pull the blankets up around me. I shut my eyes, trying to shut out the

feeling of the room spinning around me.

“Just rest,” she replied, almost sternly. “I’ll be right back.”