"She changed papa." She tells her younger sister. "I like her."
The young one smiles knowing that papa was there more often.
"Nanny? Is she our new mummy?" The young toddler asks. Her curls noticeable.
"No, she's not your new mummy." The man's voice strong just like they've come to know. It was clear it was their papa's voice.
"She's just your nanny. Now to bed."
He kisses their forehead, tucking them in. He smiles at them before turning off their lights.