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Fucking hell.
The bathroom door opens, and Astrid comes out, her T-shirt soaked through with the outline of her breasts showing. She startles when she sees me. “Adeline!”
“What?” Damon rushes out after her with Clover in a towel, cuddled into his chest. “Hey, Adeline.”
It makes me feel a little better about the situation because I know Damon wouldn’t be fooling around in front of our daughter. But just a little.
“Guess I missed out on all the action.” I meet Damon’s gaze.
“I should go.” Astrid hurries to the door. “I hope she’s not sick. Bye, guys.”
I hold Damon’s gaze, but as soon as I hear the door to the apartment open and close, I stomp into the kitchen and grab a glass and my bottle of white wine from the fridge.
Damon comes into the kitchen, standing behind the breakfast bar. “You didn’t think…”
I pour a heavy amount of white wine into my glass and gulp it down.
“You actually think I’d fuck the nanny?” He laughs, but there’s no humor to it.
“Why wouldn’t I think that? There are a million romance novels about it. Not to mention, isn’t it every guy’s wet dream to fuck the hot nanny? It’s not out of the realm of possibility.” I swallow half the glass.
“Shit, Adeline, Clover had a blowout. I came home, and Astrid was in there trying to clean her up. Didn’t know how to use the shower spray properly, and the nozzle went crazy on her. We shut the door a bit so water didn’t get everywhere. She soaked her shirt. Go look, you’ll see.”
He heads into mine and Clover’s room—to put her in a diaper and change her, I suppose.
I head into his bathroom and see that it’s a disaster. On the floor sits the outfit I put Clover in this morning, covered in poop.
I go back to my room and rest my shoulder on the door frame. “I’m sorry for thinking that. It’s just…”
“It’s fine. You wouldn’t be alone in thinking that. It’s who I was, right?”
Was? He’s using past tense.
“It has nothing to do with you or your reputation. It’s me.” I walk away and go to the living room window to look out.
Astrid is waiting at the bus station. Thankfully, she had a sweatshirt she’s able to wear even though it’s still warm outside.
A couple minutes later, I hear Damon join me in the room. “What do you mean it has to do with you? If I heard the same thing you did, I would’ve busted in the door. How do women control themselves in those situations? They can wait until nighttime to cut off his dick or plan for months to take his money little by little until they divorce them.”
I chuckle. “Haven’t you ever heard that revenge is best served cold? While we want revenge, you guys always want to beat up the other guy. In our eyes, you’re the one who hurt us, but you guys always blame the other guy. Or maybe hitting him feels good, and you won’t hit a woman. I’m not a psychologist.” I finish the wine in my glass and go back to the kitchen for more.
Damon puts Clover on the mat that has all the toys hanging down above her and comes over to take the bottle from my hand and pours me a glass. “Talk.”
He sits at the breakfast bar across from me and slides the wineglass over to me.
“Astrid is good with Clover, but every time you’re here, she’s more interested in what you think. She always flirts with you, and I don’t like it.” I have no idea how I can convey this without outing myself as jealous. “We’re doing really well with what we have going, and I don’t like how she’s trying to come between us. And then with what happened in there, although it was nothing, she looked guilty when she came out of the bathroom.”
“Probably because I could practically see her tits. Believe me, I didn’t look.” He holds up his hands in front of him.
“We’re not a couple. You can look. I just don’t want someone in this house who wants you or me. I understand there’s not a long line of men waiting to nanny our baby and who would want a middle school teacher with a postpartum body, but…” I laugh at my own joke.
Damon doesn’t. He just nods, looking more serious than usual. “I understand.”
“It’s not that I’m jealous,” I say, because I want that out there. But I am so jealous, and now I’m sure I’m making it obvious.
He stands and rounds the island. “She’s gone. I’ll make the call.”
“Are you sure you understand…”
