by Rachel Burns
“Nanny McKinney, I’m trusting you with my wife.” Oliver looked at her, relaying with his eyes how important she was to him. “Why don’t you two have lunch together and get to know each other,” he suggested. “I’m going to head over to headquarters and see how things are working. It will give you a chance to talk without me being in the way.” Oliver kissed his wife on her cheek. “Tell me everything when I get back,” he whispered in her ear. “She’s here to make you happy.” He kissed her again before he left.
“Nanny McKinney, would you like to have lunch with me?” Emily asked her.
“I’d love to.”
Emily smiled relieved.
They went into the kitchen and ate at the island. Nanny asked Emily about her life. She was glad to hear that Emily came from the orphanage, claiming the nicest little girls came from there. Emily was able to tell her everything. She told her about the endless diets and the punishments. She told her nanny that Oliver’s family didn’t like her.
Nanny McKinney told Emily that she was glad that she got chosen. She told Emily that she’d be loyal to her for the rest of her life, hinting that she never wanted to leave Emily.
“Nanny, I think we’re kindred spirits,” Emily told her.
“I quite agree. Emily, you and your daddy are very much in love, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Nanny.”
“I agree with you. He did seem to like you very much. Nevertheless, you feel you aren’t good enough for him?” she probed for an answer.
“Nanny, I’m not. Sooner or later, he’ll find that out.”
“Of course, he won’t, and I’ll tell you why.”
“Why?” Emily inquired, eagerly.
“Because it isn’t true. I know why your daddy wanted me as your nanny. It was because he knows the truth, and because he wants you to know the truth too. He loves you exactly the way you are.”
“But for how long will he love me. There has to be a certain point where even he’d have to say that I’ve gone too far.”
“I highly doubt that moment will come from eating. He’ll lose his patience with your attitude before he sees you as being overweight. Men aren’t creatures who notice thing like laugh lines and extra pounds. They see a woman’s heart and know they belong with them. Their bodies listen to their hearts. I assure you, to your daddy, you’re the most attractive woman in the world.”
Chapter 9
Oliver had a lot of work to do. He took over his family’s business as was planned, allowing his parents and uncle to sort of retire. A person can’t really retire from a family business.
Oliver had to sign an agreement that his Emily would never get the company in the case of a divorce, or in the case of Oliver’s untimely death.
It was silly of his parents to think that Emily would want the company. She wasn’t interested in business. She was interested in roses.
It was time to show her the last house, the one he knew that she’d choose. It had the best garden. Besides, it was close enough to New York and that school Nanny wanted Emily to go to.
Oliver was surprised at how quickly he’d come three hundred and sixty degrees. He was a new person, one who took responsibility and loved doing it if it meant he got to go home to Emily.
His mind often drifted, and he’d remember what had happened the night before. He’d see her mouth wrapped around his penis taking him deeper and deeper as he laid his hands on her head, gently guiding her the way he wanted her to move.
There was nothing that he couldn’t suggest that she wouldn’t do. She smiled at him and thought that it was perfectly normal. He felt accepted when he gave her a bath, lovingly washing her entire body, and he felt accepted when he entered her from behind and gently slapped her wonderfully bouncy cheeks only for the pleasure of seeing them turned red and bounce.
This weekend he’d get her out of the city and out to the country where a sweet wife like Emily belonged. At the moment, his parents were so pleased with him that they’d let Emily do whatever she wanted to the garden as long as it meant that he’d be working and making them more profits.
Emily and Oliver would be able to make love in the house that would be their home. Oliver was looking forward to many years of sex with his little girl.
She’d be the only child he’d ever need.
Nanny McKinney answered the knock on Emily’s door. It was the butler. He had his hand tightly over the receiver of a telephone.
“There’s a call for Mrs. Keaton from Mrs. Keaton Senior,” he told Nanny McKinney.
Nanny looked at Emily, who had stood up.
Emily pointed at herself and mouthed the word Me?
Nanny took the phone from the butler, turned on the loudspeaker and brought it to Emily. She nodded at Emily to encourage her. The butler was still standing at the door, watching and listening.
“Hello?” Emily said unsure.
“Emily, here is Elisabeth. I’m in New York. I was wondering if you have time to meet me for lunch?”
Emily looked at her Nanny.
Nanny nodded at her.
“I’d be glad to. I’m looking forward to it. Wait! Don’t hang up! What time should I meet you and where?”
Nanny shook her head at Emily. She shouldn’t yell at her mother-in-law.
“I’m sorry; I was loud,” Emily apologized.
“That’s alright. We need to talk.” Elisabeth gave her the name of the restaurant, and the time she wanted to meet.
Nanny nodded, showing Emily that she could get Emily there on time.
“I’ll be happy to meet you.”
“Until then, Emily.”
Emily looked at her nanny. “You need to get me ready.” She was laying her trust in her nanny’s hands.
Two hours later, an exhausted nanny sat down at the bar and ordered a scotch. Her charge was sitting at a table in a smart-looking dress with a jacket, and her hair was straight and pulled back with a headband. She was sweet looking and a little more plump than the others in this noble restaurant.
Basically, Emily looked like everyone else except for the childish spark in her eye. She looked awake and alert, whereas the others tried to look bored and disinterested.
Emily’s heart pounded as she waited.
When her mother-in-law did arrive, everyone recognized her. Elisabeth smiled brilliantly at the people in the restaurant. They all looked at her in awe and pointed her out to others, telling them exactly who she was.
Elisabeth put on her best fake smile for her daughter-in-law. “Emily, I’m so pleased you made time to see me.”
“I was glad to. In fact, it was good that you called today. This weekend were going to the last house.”
“Yes, Oliver saved the best for last. I’m sure you’ll love it.”
They sat down together and immediately a waiter brought them menus.
Emily glanced over at her nanny, wishing that she could sit with them. Emily looked over the menu. This was one of those fancy restaurants that her husband so loved. Oliver always helped her picked something out to eat.
The waiter asked them if they wanted a wine.
“Do you have chocolate milk?” Emily asked.
The waiters jaw dropped.
“Of course they do, Emily. If they didn’t, they’d run out and get some. Wouldn’t you?” Elisabeth stared the waiter down, making it clear what she expected him to do.
“Chocolate milk isn’t a problem,” he said responding to the cue he’d been given.
He took the rest of their order and hurried off.
Elisabeth turned to Emily and smiled at her. “I’m guessing the chocolate milk is a craving? Can I take that to mean that you’re already expecting a baby?”
“Oh, umm... no.” Emily blushed. She hadn’t expected her to ask something like that.
“Oh.” Elisabeth couldn’t hide her disappointment.
“That has time, doesn’t it?” Emily asked.
“We’re Keaton women. Our one purpose is to give our husbands heirs. Oliver
’s father and I had to get married. Not because I was expecting, but because our parents arranged it. I couldn’t stand him at the time.”
Emily’s jaw dropped. She didn’t understand why Oliver’s mother was telling her this.
“Still, I did what was necessary to provide an heir. You’re lucky. Oliver loves you. It’s probably nice with him.”
“Yes, it is.” Emily blushed because they were talking about sex.
Elisabeth continued to look at Emily, hoping that she’d tell her what she wanted to hear.
When Emily remained quiet, Elisabeth pressed on. “So when are you two going to have a child.”
“Oh us? Soon I hope. I’ve always wanted to have a large family. I’m used to having lots of people around me.”
“That’s wonderful.” Elisabeth beamed at her daughter-in-law.
She’d heard that some men preferred pudgy women. She never would have guessed that her Oliver was one of them.
Still, it explained why Oliver never got serious about the women he dated.
“It’s never too soon to start with something like that. As women, it’s our job to give the men a push in the right direction. They see children as work and as nuisances. If I were you, I’d tell Oliver that the house is perfect for a family. I’m picturing you two in the garden, and he has his arms wrapped around you. Wouldn’t that be a magical moment?”
Emily was also picturing the same thing. “Yes, it would be,” she agreed.
“How exciting. I could be a grandmother next year at this time.”
“Would that make you happy?” Emily asked, wanting to get her mother-in-law to like her.
“Ecstatic. You’re both such good-looking people. Your child would be amazing.”
“You think so?” Emily beamed at her mother-in-law.
“I know so, and Oliver would have the heir that he needs to carry on the family line. Your eye color is especially nice. I hope you pass it on to the baby.”
“I’ll try,” Emily promised.
Oliver walked into the restaurant and removed his sunglasses. He spotted his mother and his wife whispering like bandits. Their heads were very close to each other’s, and they were smiling.
“Mr. Keaton, should I escort you to your mother’s table.”
“I’m actually here to see my wife.” Oliver strolled over to their table. He’d raced here the second his butler told him that his mother had arranged a meeting with Emily.
Emily spotted him. “Oliver,” she said, happy to see him. She got to her feet to greet him.
Oliver kissed her on her cheek and smiled at her. He was ignoring the things that Emily was wearing. They made her look older and thinner. It made him feel shy about touching her.
Oliver helped Emily with her chair before he went to his mother and gave her a cool obligatory peck on the cheek.
He sat down next Emily, moving his chair very close to hers.
“Sir, can I bring you something to drink?” a waiter asked Oliver.
“I’d like a large glass of pineapple juice. Do you have that?”
“Sir, for this table we have everything that your hearts could desire.”
Oliver looked at Emily’s empty glass. “My wife would like another glass of chocolate milk.”
“Of course, sir.” The waiter left, taking Emily’s empty glass.
“Pineapple juice? Don’t you want to try some of their house wines?” Elisabeth asked, surprised by his choice.
“I don’t drink anymore. I have a responsibility for Emily. I can’t be what she needs me to be if I’m drunk.” Oliver laid his hand over Emily’s and lazily stroked the back of her hand with his fingertips.
Oliver looked up at his mother. “You two were talking like you were making plans to rob a bank when I came in.”
“Your mother is convinced that I’m going to love the next house and choose it. I can hardly wait to see the garden. Everyone says that it’s wonderful.” Emily gave him a lovely smile. He was glad to see that she didn’t need rescuing.
Oliver relaxed a little. “It will be perfect. You’ll love it, and we can settle down.”
“That I like to hear,” Elisabeth told them. “Settling down will be the best thing for you. I’m so happy for you two. Getting married was the best thing that could happen to you. I thank God that you found Emily. She saved our family from breaking apart.”
“Me?” Emily asked, pointing to herself.
Oliver sat up and turned so he was looking at Emily. “Yes, you.”
Elisabeth smiled at them. Emily and Oliver would do what she wanted.
Chapter 10
Oliver parked his car and looked at Emily. “We’re home.”
“I’ll decide that,” Emily teased him. She grinned at her husband. Being married was the best thing that had ever happened to her. She was getting very sure of herself.
Oliver liked that. A beautiful woman should know that she was one and carry herself accordingly. A woman, who was at ease with herself, was less shy in the bedroom. That was something he profited from. “I think I’ll begin the tour in the bedroom to prolong the honeymoon as long as possible.”
“Daddy, no. I want to see the house.”
“Then we’ll end the tour in our bedroom.” He winked at her.
Oliver showed Emily the smallest of the Keaton estates. This one was nicknamed the jewel box. It was one of the more costly projects. The house had everything from tennis courts to a Jacuzzi in the master bathroom. All the precious metals that his family mined were represented in the house that only had eight bedrooms. Naturally, each bedroom had its own master bath, walk in closet and a sitting area.
When they entered the house, Emily’s jaw dropped. She thought that she was getting used to all the marvelous things that her Daddy was showing her, but she hadn’t been born into this wonderful world, only adopted into it.
“This house has an extra house for the staff. We could be alone here, just the two of us.” Oliver wrapped his arms around Emily. He snuggled his penis into her buttocks.
“First, I want to see the garden, please.” Emily wiggled out of his hold.
Oliver loved it when she wiggled and bossed him around. “Yes ma’am.” Oliver took her through the kitchen and into the dining room. Emily’s eyes were on the glass doors to the outside. She saw a massive garden.
“The garden was designed by an absolute expert in the eighties. Of course, it isn’t up-to-date anymore, but the trees are mature.” Oliver sounded like a professional tour guide as he spoke.
Emily gave her husband a puzzled look.
“I called the gardener and wrote down what he said so I could impress you,” Oliver confessed with a grin on his face.
Emily smiled at him. He was more important to her than the garden. “That was sweet of you, Daddy.”
Oliver actually blushed. He was pleased that he’d made her happy. “I love you, Em.”
“I love you too, Daddy.” She stepped close to him and wrapped her arms around his waist. She pressed the side of her head into his chest.
Oliver wrapped his arms around his baby girl and sighed. “I’m amazed that one tiny person could change my world so completely. You make me happy, Em.”
“You make me happy too, Daddy.”
“Let’s go look at the garden. I still have a few more things that I memorized to impress you.”
Emily did a little excited dance, and then they went out.
“You’ll notice that the garden is divided into five sections. On the right, we have the section called the orchard. Fruits and berries grow in that section. In front of it, you’ll see a section called the apothecary garden. Herbs and things used for medicines grow there.
“In the middle is the grass area. As you can see, mature trees and patches of flowers break up the lawn, making curves and hidden sitting areas.
“If the beautiful lady would be so kind to look to the left, she’d see the vegetable garden and the greenhouse. I asked the gardener about roses. He told me that the
y’re everywhere in the garden except the orchard. The gardener also said if you wanted a traditional rose garden, one could be added to the back of the grassy area. He even got inspired, saying that you could make stone pathways and arches.”
“Maybe even a maze with a fountain in the middle,” Emily added.
“I’m sure you two are going to get along famously.” Oliver stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her. “I’d like to show you the bedrooms. You pick one out, and I’ll make love to you in it.”
“The garden is wonderful. We could even add a little playground for when we have children.” Emily felt clever, slipping that in the way she had.
“You’re my child,” Oliver told her.
“But we’ll want a baby, a real baby of our own.”
“A baby? They cry a lot.”
“Babies grow up and stop crying.” Emily was picturing a couple of children playing catch in the garden.
“We could add a playground over there. That way I could see the children from wherever I’m at in the garden.”
“Children? Emily, slow down. I’m still getting used to being your daddy. We can talk about that in many years to come.”
Elisabeth had been right, Emily thought. He’d need a push in the right direction.
“But that way you could come inside of me. I’d like that.”
Oliver spun Emily around so she was looking at him. “Emily, quiet. Someone could hear you.”
Emily blushed red all the way to her toes. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I forgot.”
“Don’t cry, baby.” Oliver hadn’t meant to give his sensitive angel such a harsh scolding. “What we do in the bedroom is just between us.”
“I thought you’d want to,” she mumbled, softly.
“Of course, I do, but having a child is a life changing decision. I just made a decision like that when I married you. I’m so happy, and I don’t want to do anything to ruin what we’ve built up.”