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you can ?” she croaked. “I mean…you’ve only just got your son- surely people could understand that you need some time to bond?”
“I really can’t,” Paul said, feeling suddenly very weary. He didn’t know how to explain that now was not the time to stop showing up to work.
“What are you doing this morning?” Bridget asked him. “Going in to prep? Could he come with you? I’ll keep him out of the way.”
Paul tried not to visibly shudder in horror at the idea of a child in his kitchen. He still hadn’t forgotten the shattered breakfast plate!
“I’m going to the market this morning,” he told her, “And then I have to work out the menu for tonight.”
“The market?” she said thoughtfully, “Well…that doesn’t sound too bad. Maybe Tad could tag along?”
His initial impulse was to reject the idea outright, but Bridget was smiling at him again- the lush, full-lipped smile that made him want to drag her into his arms and kiss her senseless. He didn’t want her to lose that look, and he knew that an outright rejection would transform it instantly into a pout or frown. Besides, she had a point. There wasn’t much use in having Tad around if he was never going to see the kid. The markets were a mess anyhow.
“Okay… I guess he can come,” Paul said slowly.
“Excellent!” Bridget beamed.
The way that her smile affected Paul was really quite incredible. He somehow managed to tear his eyes away from her face and to gather his thoughts.
“We really need to leave now though. The best produce goes fast,” Paul said, glancing anxiously at his watch.
“Okay, I’ll wake up Tad. Do we have time for breakfast?”
“No,” Paul whimpered, shifting his weight agitatedly from foot to foot and already regretting his agreement to the plan. “I’ll fix him something special when we’ve got the stuff,” he added quickly, sensing that the nanny was about to voice some sort of disapproval.
“Well, I suppose that might be all right,” Bridget frowned.
“Good. Please go and get him?”
As Bridget went to wake a sleepy Tad, she wondered if accompanying Paul to the market was her brightest idea. She didn’t want to get in his way, but she did need him to start spending time with his son.
Tad was like a sleepy little zombie, barely opening his eyes as Bridget washed and dressed him. He stayed in his stupor all the way to the subway station. Then he suddenly sprang to life.
“Where are we going again, Nanny?” he asked, looking around in wonder.
“Daddy’s taking us with him to the market. Won’t that be exciting?” Bridget smiled, no longer feeling terribly eager as she was jostled and pushed about by the other passengers on their way to the train.
“On the subway?” Tad asked eagerly.
Paul had just returned with tickets. “Yeah, on the subway. Come on guys, there’s a train leaving in one minute!” He ushered them through the barriers and started walking at a blistering pace.
“Mr. Devoe!” Bridget called, having to shout to be heard over all the noise. “Tad can’t walk that fast!”
Paul solved this problem not by slowing down, but by scooping Tad up and carrying him on his hip. To Bridget’s surprise, Tad let out a little laugh of glee, and then to her even greater astonishment, Paul reached back and grabbed her hand so they didn’t get separated.
He must really want to catch this train! She thought to herself. She tried not to notice how strong his grip was, or the way it was making her whole hand tingle.
Paul just made his train. It was crammed full of people, but he managed to find a seat. He instructed Bridget to take it and then popped Tad onto her lap.
“Isn’t this cool, N anny?” Tad asked, twisting so that he could see out of the window.
Bridget smiled and nodded, embarrassed that she was out of breath.
Paul wasn’t paying them the smallest bit of attention now. He was staring intently at a piece of paper that
“I really can’t,” Paul said, feeling suddenly very weary. He didn’t know how to explain that now was not the time to stop showing up to work.
“What are you doing this morning?” Bridget asked him. “Going in to prep? Could he come with you? I’ll keep him out of the way.”
Paul tried not to visibly shudder in horror at the idea of a child in his kitchen. He still hadn’t forgotten the shattered breakfast plate!
“I’m going to the market this morning,” he told her, “And then I have to work out the menu for tonight.”
“The market?” she said thoughtfully, “Well…that doesn’t sound too bad. Maybe Tad could tag along?”
His initial impulse was to reject the idea outright, but Bridget was smiling at him again- the lush, full-lipped smile that made him want to drag her into his arms and kiss her senseless. He didn’t want her to lose that look, and he knew that an outright rejection would transform it instantly into a pout or frown. Besides, she had a point. There wasn’t much use in having Tad around if he was never going to see the kid. The markets were a mess anyhow.
“Okay… I guess he can come,” Paul said slowly.
“Excellent!” Bridget beamed.
The way that her smile affected Paul was really quite incredible. He somehow managed to tear his eyes away from her face and to gather his thoughts.
“We really need to leave now though. The best produce goes fast,” Paul said, glancing anxiously at his watch.
“Okay, I’ll wake up Tad. Do we have time for breakfast?”
“No,” Paul whimpered, shifting his weight agitatedly from foot to foot and already regretting his agreement to the plan. “I’ll fix him something special when we’ve got the stuff,” he added quickly, sensing that the nanny was about to voice some sort of disapproval.
“Well, I suppose that might be all right,” Bridget frowned.
“Good. Please go and get him?”
As Bridget went to wake a sleepy Tad, she wondered if accompanying Paul to the market was her brightest idea. She didn’t want to get in his way, but she did need him to start spending time with his son.
Tad was like a sleepy little zombie, barely opening his eyes as Bridget washed and dressed him. He stayed in his stupor all the way to the subway station. Then he suddenly sprang to life.
“Where are we going again, Nanny?” he asked, looking around in wonder.
“Daddy’s taking us with him to the market. Won’t that be exciting?” Bridget smiled, no longer feeling terribly eager as she was jostled and pushed about by the other passengers on their way to the train.
“On the subway?” Tad asked eagerly.
Paul had just returned with tickets. “Yeah, on the subway. Come on guys, there’s a train leaving in one minute!” He ushered them through the barriers and started walking at a blistering pace.
“Mr. Devoe!” Bridget called, having to shout to be heard over all the noise. “Tad can’t walk that fast!”
Paul solved this problem not by slowing down, but by scooping Tad up and carrying him on his hip. To Bridget’s surprise, Tad let out a little laugh of glee, and then to her even greater astonishment, Paul reached back and grabbed her hand so they didn’t get separated.
He must really want to catch this train! She thought to herself. She tried not to notice how strong his grip was, or the way it was making her whole hand tingle.
Paul just made his train. It was crammed full of people, but he managed to find a seat. He instructed Bridget to take it and then popped Tad onto her lap.
“Isn’t this cool, N anny?” Tad asked, twisting so that he could see out of the window.
Bridget smiled and nodded, embarrassed that she was out of breath.
Paul wasn’t paying them the smallest bit of attention now. He was staring intently at a piece of paper that
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