The Mafia nanny [✓complete]

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Leah's POV

"Mammy, is breakfast ready?" Bella whined.

"Oh great, now you're like Gabriel!" Andrea sighed whilst typing on her phone.

"At least it's something useful," Gabriel shrugged.

"Yeah, what Gabe said!" Bella protested.

I just smiled and shook my head. Andrea put her phone down and leaned closer to Bella "Bella, take any personality trait from Gabriel but his stomach" she explained.

"Hey!" Gabriel hit her softly. "Believe me, that's the only thing that tears us apart" Andrea shook her head.

"But I'm gonna diiee if I'm hungry for any longer" Bella dramatised.

Andrea shook her head "How am I to live my life with them?" she mumbled.

I put their plates on the table, "Okay, you guys can come eat. Argue about food later" I said.

The kids rushed to the table, each taking their seats with a sense of urgency as if they had been starving for days.

I couldn't help but chuckle at their antics as I sat down.

As they tucked into their breakfast, I watched them with a mix of affection and concern.

These kids became my world, and I wanted to make sure that whatever decision I made wouldn't disrupt their lives more than necessary.

"Slow down, you two," I said with a fond smile. "You see, you guys are gonna choke" Andrea stated.

They just nodded, their mouths too full to respond properly.

It was moments like these that made me appreciate the simple joys of being with them.

Despite the challenges and uncertainties in my life, I was grateful for the love and laughter that filled my day.

As they continued to eat and bicker playfully, I took a moment to think about my own problem.

He had been surprisingly understanding about my need for space, sensing that something was bothering me.

Part of me wanted to confide in him, to share my worries and fears, but another part was afraid of what that might mean for us.

For now, I pushed those thoughts aside, focusing on the breakfast table and the warm, familiar faces that surrounded it.

As the kids finished their breakfast, I watched them scramble from their chairs, their appetites fully sated.

They knew the routine well– off to the kitchen to wash their hands before heading off to school.

I lingered by the table, lost in my thoughts, as Luca descended the stairs.

Our eyes briefly met, and I could sense his concern, but I wasn't ready to confront the emotional whirlwind inside me.

The sound of the kids chattering and giggling in the kitchen provided a brief distraction.

They were oblivious to the complexities of adult life, and in some ways, I envied their innocence.

I just looked down and fidgeted with my fingers.

What am I even doing?

I won't be able to avoid him forever. I need to make a decision soon.

The kids returned from the kitchen, their hands now clean and their backpacks slung over their shoulders, interrupting my thoughts.

I sighed inwardly, grateful for the reprieve, as they prepared to head off to school.