I had been struggling with paying for school. Even with loans and other financial aid, I found it difficult to make ends meet. There was simply too much to do and I still had to find time for homework and classes. I was a full-time student working two jobs. It was too much. Two years of this and I was so tired.
I had made my decision. I was going to transfer back home and go to the local university. It pained me to even think about leaving my dream school but I didn't feel like I had another choice. I was drowning.
"You can't leave," said my professor when I told her about my plans. "You've worked so hard and
you're almost done," she added.
I explained my situation and told her that money was tight. Her expression turned serious and she told me that she might have a solution. She said someone she knew was looking for a nanny for a two year old. She said to call her that same afternoon.
It all happened too quickly. I called her and she was excited. She told me that she had talked to her colleague and I had the job. I was going to be a live-in nanny for her friend's son. She gave me the contact information and my new employer's name: Dr. L.
I made the call the next morning and discovered that my employer was Eric L., the newest addition to the biology department. He explained his busy schedule and said that he was willing to work around my class times. It worked out perfectly. I would stay home with the baby on the days he taught and go to class on his days off.
The pay was great and I would have a roof over my head as part of the deal. A few weeks later, I moved in and started working.
His little boy was simply adorable. He was the sweetest baby and always gave me a reason to smile. We all fell into a schedule. I watched Nicholas during the day and Dr. L would take over in the evenings so that I could study.
I lived in the garage which had been turned into a cozy studio. I had my own space to hang out, study, and cook. I even had my own entrance. The only time I was inside the main house was when Nicholas and I were alone. I usually retreated to the comfort of my room when he came home.
It seemed like the perfect arrangement until that one night. I had been out on a date, which was a luxury considering my class schedule, and my date was dropping me off. He walked me to my door and leaned in for a good-night kiss. It was sweet and gentle but I felt like something was missing.
I heard someone clear their throat and pulled away thus breaking the kiss.
It was him. It was Dr. L. His eyes were filled with something I couldn't quite decipher. But I suddenly felt exposed. My date looked confused. He said good-night to both of us and walked back to his car. I watched as he drove away and then turned to meet Dr. L's stare.
