when we met. | t/toddler. #atozchallenge

when we met. t/toddler.

She was his last hope. After about a dozen others, Adam was down to his last interview. If this didn’t work out, he would have to start all over. Being a single father to a toddler had its challenges, and finding a nanny seemed to be the worst of them.

He tried to be hopeful about Elena. On paper, she was perfect. Education, experience, recommendations. And on the phone she sounded enthusiastic. She was also looking for a place to live, so the live-in part of the job was perfect for her.

When Adam heard her knock, he opened the door. And he struggled to catch his breath. Damn. I can’t hire her. She’s fucking beautiful. How can I live with her? I’ll lose my mind.

“Adam? Hi. I’m Elena.” With a smile, she held out her hand and he took it.

“It’s nice to meet you, Elena.” He backed up to let her into his home. “Please come in.”

He spent nearly thirty minutes talking with her, desperately trying to focus on what she was saying, not on her irresistible smile, infections laugh, or intoxicating scent. What troubled him the most, though, was how perfect he knew she was for the job. But he had reservations because of his intense attraction to her.

Before Adam figured out what to say to Elena, torn between knowing she was the perfect fit and knowing he might go insane living with her, Lily ran into the room and jumped on her dad’s lap.

“Daddy! I’m hungry.”

“We’ll eat soon, munchkin,” Adam said. Elena laughed and the sound of it caught Lily’s attention.

“Hi!” Lily said.

Adam smiled. “Lily, this is Elena.”

“Hello, Lily. I like your dress.”

“Thank you. I like your hair.”

Elena smiled. “Thank you.”

Lily hopped off Adam’s lap and walked to Elena. Lily reached up with both arms extended, wanting Elena to hug her. Elena turned to Adam and he nodded. With Adam’s approval, Elena gave Lily a hug. When they separated, Lily stood beside Elena.

“You’re so pretty,” Lily said. She turned to her father. “Isn’t she pretty, Daddy?”

Adam felt his heart pounding in his chest. Yes, she’s pretty. She’s fucking perfect. He turned his eyes from Lily to Elena and back again. “Yes, baby. She is very pretty.” When he looked at Elena again, he adored her blush. And her smile.

“Elena?” Adam said.

“Yes?”

“The job is yours.” God help me.

—♥—


p.s. — I’ll take the job. And the man.

Hot guy: Serbian model Dusan Susnjar (and his daughter) (How fucking adorable are they?)



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Sandra is a writer, blogger, poet, artist, emotional disaster. She thinks far too much and sleeps far too little. Sandra lives in the Northeastern U.S. but dreams of an oceanfront home in Italy, but she would settle for a non-oceanfront home in Italy, too. She loves books, brutal honesty, coffee, and the color black. She hates insincerity, beer, whipped cream, and facebook. And she is uncomfortable talking about herself in the third person.
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15 Responses to when we met. | t/toddler. #atozchallenge

  1. Hmm I’m thinking Elena was checking out the dad also!

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  2. Liam says:

    Another winggirl to the rescue!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. mydangblog says:

    A match made in heaven! Love the story:-)

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Mrs Fever says:

    That would be awkward…

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Pingback: when we met. | post-challenge reflection. #atozchallenge | what sandra thinks

  6. jrvincente says:

    Another great opening! How many things can go wrong here? 😀 (But don’t worry, it will all get resolved!)

    Liked by 1 person

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