Mr. Romeo's Unexpected Nanny's Wife

DAVID

Saying I’m embarrassed right now is a total understatement. I don’t even know how to describe how I feel.

Noel is so annoying!

How could he say that? In front of a lady, too.

What if she was my crush? He would’ve buried me in shame.

Does it mean he’s tasted my socks??

I wouldn’t be surprised. He’s a foodie. He’s always been one since he was a baby.

As a baby, he would chew on his diapers and lick his cream…

I wonder what it tasted like to him. Strawberries?

And to think my socks weren’t left out!

Noeeellll!!!!

I silently cried inside as I pitied myself. I couldn’t help but wonder what Rosiana thought.

If I ever take my kids out in public again, I’m going to stitch their mouths shut with glue.

That way Janietta won’t freak out the moment she sees me talking to a lady and say ridiculous things.

And Noel won’t eat up the party and describe how my socks taste.

As for Kayla, I won’t just stitch her mouth — I’ll tie her to a chair, so she won’t wander off.

Because my baby Kayla is a wanderer.

There was a time I took my kids shopping. While talking to the cashier, Kayla wandered out of my sight without me noticing.

I didn’t realize until I was done.

Janietta and Noel were busy arguing and didn’t notice either.

I searched the entire store for hours and almost went mad because I couldn’t find Kay. I felt like I had disappointed my late wife, Maria — I promised her before she died that I would always protect our kids.

I contacted the police and asked customers for help, panicking.

I searched everywhere like a lunatic until I finally found her near the waste bin beside the mall, pouring trash into the dirt bin.

When I asked what she was doing and why she left my side, she opened her small mouth and said...

"Mommy always said we should be neat and never stay in a dirty place so we don’t fall sick. The mall was pretty dirty so I had to pick around."

She looked so innocent saying it.

Imagine that. Picking trash around a mall??

Meanwhile, I was searching like a madman. I even called the police.

"You will never frustrate me, Kayla," I said, not knowing whether to cry or laugh.

She thought it was a joke.

I compensated the police before they left.

The salesman in charge of the mall was pleased by her sweet nature and gave her a free toy.

He didn’t know giving her a toy would only encourage her to do more.

Kayla can be unpredictable sometimes, and she reminds me so much of my late wife, Mariah.

••••••

I finally drove into my compound and parked in the side garage.

My kids climbed out immediately and ran inside. Yes, they have their own keys — just in case.

Rosiana got down after me, and from the look in her eyes, she was definitely surprised to see such a magnificent building.

"Please come in," I said, and she nodded with a smile, following behind me.

"Welcome to my home, Rosiana."

She stepped inside, her lips parting slightly as a soft gasp escaped.

"Oh my... so beautiful," she whispered, staring around in amazement.

"Thanks. Feel free," I said, smiling at her.

Oh! That reminds me — her clothes.

She’s still wearing stained clothes. I don’t have time to take her shopping.

"Mr. David, please... I can’t cook in this outfit," she said.

"Yeah... I was thinking the same thing. You need to change into something. Come with me to the guest room."

She nodded and followed me.

I led her into one of the guest rooms.

"The shower’s inside. You can use it. But before that, I’ll get you a dress."

I walked out and headed to my room.

Mariah’s clothes would definitely fit her, I thought as I searched through her things.

Her unique scent filled my nostrils, and I suddenly missed her again.

I picked a free sun-dress and brought it to Rosiana.

"Thanks a lot," she smiled, taking it.

"When you’re done, ask one of the kids to show you to the kitchen. There are lots of uncooked foods. If you’re unsure what to prepare, just ask Noel — he’ll gladly tell you."

I chuckled lightly and she smiled again.

"I’ll be back shortly," I said before walking out.

With Rosiana in the kitchen today, I felt relieved from stress.

ROSIANA

I’ve never been in a house this big and beautiful before. I marveled as I washed up in the bathroom, letting the water cascade down my body.

I made sure not to spend too long because I still had to make lunch.

I dried myself with a new towel on the bed and let my hair fall over my shoulders before putting on the sun-dress.

I checked my reflection — wow. It looked so good on me.

I walked out and saw the kids playing in the sitting room. They’d already changed, and I guessed they had bathed too.

I approached and cleared my throat.

"Can someone please show me to the kitchen?" I asked.

"Is that my mom’s dress you’re wearing?" Janietta stared at me, shocked.

Her mom’s?

"Oh my God, I didn’t know. Your dad gave it to me—"

How could David give me his wife’s dress?

"Well, now you know. It’s my mom’s dress, and it doesn’t belong to you," she said with a straight face.

Oh hell. I felt embarrassed.

"But it fits her... and she looks pretty in it," Kayla said, her voice tiny and soft.

"Didn’t you notice she had stains on her own dress? What do you expect her to wear? Your clothes?" Noel laughed sarcastically.

"Duh… she should’ve brought hers," Janie huffed.

"You complain too much, Janietta. The dress fits her and she looks good. Don’t you know people have to look good before cooking... so the food can taste really good too?

Unlike Dad, who doesn’t mind tying a towel around his waist to prepare a meal," Noel added seriously.

Hell no! A towel?? Who does that?

"...and his food tastes just like his appearance," he added.

This boy is too much!

I wish David were here — actually, thank God he isn’t. Noel would be dead meat.

Noel stepped forward dramatically, clearing his throat.

"Most beautiful milady, I hope you don’t mind me taking you to the kitchen... because I’m starving," he said in a Spanish accent, stretching out his little hand.

He looked so funny.

"No, Mister… I certainly don’t," I giggled, replying in a Spanish accent too. I placed my hand on his and curtseyed, lifting my gown slightly as I bowed my head.

Then he led me to the kitchen, our hands still joined.

Kayla held the hem of my dress as she followed behind.

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TBC