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Chapter Two

It is Tuesday. I know that much when I open my eyes to a pounding headache and puffy eyes. The sun is pouring through my sole window and it looks to be a nice fall day outside…

If only I had any interest in daylight at the moment.

I lay on my stomach for a few minutes. I was up until four o'clock this morning, applying at the various nanny agencies of repute in the state. Getting together a resume to be a nanny was an entirely different ballgame from getting together an acting resume.

And, it was, shockingly, a lot longer than my acting resume…

I glance at my phone, intent on shutting off the alarm that must have woken me up, but, there is not alarm and it is noon. I should not be this tired. It takes me a moment to register the almost-too-polite knocking on my front door.

I groan and roll out of bed –literally, roll- and land on the floor with a resounding "thud!" I'm sure my neighbors downstairs would have been unappreciative…if they weren't at work like normal people are at noon. I grab the doorhandle and pull myself up. It has to be my landlord. They were supposed to bring me the paperwork to finalize my option to not renew the lease for the next year. But, couldn't e have just left it in my mailbox like a normal person? At least he will get a sight of my wild hair, my Tinkerbell pjs and my puffy eyes before I move out…

"Y-" I open the door a crack and stop short. It isn't my landlord.

Standing at my door, a petite three foot six at most was the little girl from the park. Nessie, wasn't it? She was standing there in a frilly white dress, matching patent leather shoes and clutching a white pocket book between lace gloved hands. She tilted her banana curled head to get a better view of me in the doorframe and her giant chocolate eyes lit up.

"Nessie!?" I open the door wider and take a cursory glance of the hall. Her father doesn't appear to be with her. Actually, no one appears to be with her. I usher her inside. She can't be more than six. Someone had to bring her here. "Where's your father?" I immediately ask as she hops up comfortably on my bed, spreading her skirts out very properly on the messy comforters.

Despite her response, she seems mature and unconcerned. "He's at work." She goes to pick up the picture of myself and my mom that I haven't packed yet. "Is this your mommy?" She smiles really wide at the comment, but, I go for my hairbrush.I need to look presentable when the next person knocks on my door.

"So, if your father is at work, how did you get here?" I hurriedly throw my hair into a semi-orderly ponytail. This wasn't turning out to be a very good start to my day. I was rather ill-prepared for a six year old house guest.

"Uncle Jasper told me where you lived. I took the subway!" She claps her hands together and I cringe. New people. Who apparently had ways of finding out where I was located. Beautiful.

I rush into my bathroom and strip off my night clothes, hurriedly pulling on a camisole and jeans. "Ok," I begin, fastening the only bra that makes my chest look decent in a low cut top before I pull on the tight shirt. Gotta just find that blazer… "And, where is Uncle Jasper now?" I pry as I dig through my dirty laundry that I had intended on packing before I left. I should really do that…

As I am dragging a leather jacket from my clothes, I hear her shrug. Yes, I can hear her shrug in all her taffeta and crinoline. I should be prepared for the answer, but, even still, I am not.

"He's at home." I nearly topple over. This girl was much more gutsy than I was as a child.

I pull the jacket on and walk out of the bathroom, making sure to grab a damp washrag on the way. "What do you mean he's 'at home'?"

Nessie smiles at me, all innocence and puppies. "He's at the penthouse. I took the subway by myself."

My eyes grow wide. "Nessie!" I wipe off my face and throw the rag into the doorway of the tiny bathroom before I kneel down in front of her. "Do you know how dangerous that was?" I couldn't imagine her doing that by herself without any help. She could have been kidnapped or murdered or any number of horrible things! I mean, I'm a bit paranoid at times, but, she was a child! How could anyone have let this happen!

Nessie bats her lashes at me, as if she hasn't the slightest idea what I am talking about. "It isn't a big deal, Ms. Bella! Uncle Jasper and I do it all the time!"

I'm beginning to question the ability of "Uncle Jasper" to be a good influence…

I shake my head, feeling my ponytail hit my shoulder. "What was so important that you had to come all the way here?" I smooth out a banana curl that looked a bit frazzled. Why would she come to an almost stranger's apartment by herself? There was a lot that I was questioning about this child.

Nessie bites her lip, as if trying to decide how to proceed. "Well…I know you said you were busy…but, I thought, maybe you might not be busy in the afternoon and, maybe, you might want to come get ice cream still…or, if you're busy, maybe, I can help you! I'm a hard worker! Honest! Daddy says that I need to do a better job of my chores if I'm such a hardworker, but, honest, Ms. Bella! I can help you!"

I can't help but laugh. She isn't quite sure how to take it. I get up and start rooting around the mess of moving to find my wallet and my subway pass. "Alright, little miss sunshine," I say, uprooting my pass from a pile of things I had determined I needed to donate before I moved. A subway pass? Really? "Let's go get ice cream."

Upon hearing these words, Nessie claps her hands together, as if heaven has been moved for her. "Really? You mean it?"

I nod. She seemed so starved for attention…it couldn't hurt to pick her up an ice cream cone before I take her home… "And, after that, you are going home! And you are going to apologize to your daddy and Uncle Jasper for worrying them sick!"

Nessie doesn't appear to hear that last part. She already has my hand and is dragging me out the door, rambling about what flavor of ice cream she should get today…

Watching Nessie eat ice cream is…to say the least, a strange thing. I make a mental note that, if an agency ever does get me hired, I will always make sure that every child learned the joys of cheap, Baskin Robbins ice cream. Plain vanilla ice cream in a waffle cone is apparently the best thing Nessie has seen since…well, according to her, since birth.

"You might want to slow down, there," I caution as she practically covers the lower half of her face with ice cream, diving in for more. "You've never had this kind of ice cream before?"

Nessie bites off a piece of the cone, creating an ear-splitting "chomp!" before she responds. "Nope. Daddy only really likes to get gelato. So, we go to this place in little Italy which has really good gelato…but, this is better than gelato, Ms. Bella!" She says, barely breathing. She takes another huge lick of her cone. I can't help but smile at her messy eating. I should clear her up before I take her home…

Nessie is finishing off her ice cream cone when it hits me. We have been together for hours and I haven't even addressed the move important question that every caretaker should address when with a child. My face falls and I am no longer smiling. For that matter, I am sure I look panicked. In all of the shock of having a child show up on my doorstep, I never asked her the most important question you should always ask a child when they are alone.

"Nessie," I say, trying very hard not to jump out of my chair. "Does your father know where you are?"

Nessie thinks for a moment, her ice cream slowly melting through the small stub of a cone she has left. "No…but, he's at work. He won't notice I'm gone." I glance at my phone. It is six o'clock.

"Renesmee," I say, as calmly as possible. Inside, I am terrified. What if he thinks I'm trying to kidnap his daughter? What if the cops see me and he's already filed a missing person's report? What if he thinks it's my fault that Nessie ran off. "Do you remember how to get back home?"

An hour later (traffic on the subway is horrible in the evenings), Nessie is dragging me past a very jovial doorman and through a posh lobby that belongs in a five star hotel and not an apartment building. I'm reeling in shock, so, I'm not really sure what else we encountered or, even, whoelse we encountered. All I know is that her pocketbook carries a magical key that runs her own private elevator up to the forty-first floor. I'm extremely nervous how the coming scene is going to play out. I'm rehearsing various scenarios in my head…

But, when the elevator opens, I am rendered speechless. I grew up pretty middle class. I wasn't poor…but, I definitely have never seen anything like what I am looking at now…

"I'm home!" Renesmee squeals, happy as can be as I try to digest the fact that they have an entrance gallery. The entire room is grey and white…except the various paintings on the wall. There's a beautiful sculpture made of marble and a piano that also help to fill the large space…but, apparently this family collects art…I'm unsure how to take this and feel out of my depth and uncouth.

Nessie gives my hand a squeeze, pulling me into the apartment further….

We don't make it far before Mr. Cullen is upon us. "Renesmee!" short of being cross, he appears panicked and scoops the girl up in his arms, leaving her laughing.

"Daddy! Put me down! Don't embarrass me!" But, he doesn't put her down. He tightens his grip on her.

He pulls away from her, just for an instant. "Nessie, never do that again! Do you hear me?" The words elicit a very sad expression on her face before he kisses her forehead. "Why did you run off?"

I note a tall blonde man with his hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans watching us from what looks like it must be a kitchen. He waves at me. I'm glad I put on clothes.

"I wanted to take Ms. Bella to get ice cream…and, you got busy and had to go to work, so, I had Uncle Jasper find out where she lived."

Edward Cullen shoots a sharp look at the blonde in the doorway. He holds up his hands in defense. "Woah! I didn't put her on the subway by herself and definitely did not tell her to bring strange women home with her."

Apparently, in the joy he felt at having his daughter home, Edward Cullen didn't notice me. He finally looks at me now, though his face is almost dazed. "Hello, again!" I smile, as innocently as I can. I note that my voice sounds shaky as a leaf and I want to kick myself. "Sorry to barge into your home like this…" Though, he probably has maids and a housekeeper and a butler who deal with the upkeep of this place where I have to actually clean myself… "I kind of found a lost child on my doorstep and thought I should return her home…Um…we got a little side tracked…and went to the park…and might have taken a jaunt through the zoo…and I might have walked her through Times Square…but, we did have ice cream before we came back!"

I am really lousy at making myself look like a normal person, aren't I?

I look at the floor. "I'm very sorry, Mr. Cullen. When I found her, I should have made her call you. Honestly, and, I know it isn't an excuse, we were just having so much fun that time passed us by…" I look at the elevator that brought us up. "If you'll let me out, I can leave you all in peace…"

Nessie seems to not like this idea and her father has yet to say a word. When he does speak, it isn't what I expect. "Jasper…you are forever forbidden from watching Nessie again. And, the next time she asks you to help her find someone's address, do yourself a favor and don't." I purse my lips. What does that leave for me?

Nessie clears her throat dramatically. "So? Are you going to hire her yet, daddy? I told you she's a wonderful nanny!"

I get a shock from that comment. Did she actually orchestrate this entire plan over a nanny? "I…"

Mr. Cullen cuts me off. "Ms. Swan, do you have any professional experience dealing with children?" I feel my face flush. "Any training as a teacher or a nanny?"

I shake my head and look at the ground. I want to just get in the elevator and leave. "Only the experiences I had watching the neighborhood kids growing up and my experiences working as a nanny throughout college during the summer months. I swear, Mr. Cullen, I had nothing to do with…"

He cuts me off once again. "And, how old are you, Ms. Swan?"

I bite my lip. "I turn twenty-three in September…" This is not going well. I am simply silently begging that I don't get sent to prison.

"Can you provide references?"

I blink and look up at him. "Beg your pardon?"

"Would the families you worked with be willing to vouch for you?" He rewords his question, still holding Nessie in his arms, as if it requires no effort.

"I…I guess?" I am honestly not sure what he is asking of me at this point.

"Great," he says, extending his hand to me. "When can you start?"

I look at his hand and then back at him. "What?"

"The job. As Nessie's nanny. When can you start? Because, honestly, I don't think she will let me hire anyone else…and, after seeing how happy she is with you today, if you want it, the job is yours." I'm still confused. He's supposed to be upset. Is he? Is this some kind of game? Am I supposed to turn him down?

I shake his hand. "Um…tomorrow?" I question, hoping this is the right answer.

He smiles. "Excellent." He shouldn't be this easy going. Especially not about his daughter's nanny. "Jasper, can you show her to her room so that she can see how much space she has to work with?"

My what?

Jasper puts his foot down. "Wait a second, Edward. She seems sweet and all, but, the agencies couldn't find a single nanny you liked and now you're ready to have a strange woman move into your house to take care of your daughter? No offense, but, she isn't exactly a Russian mail-order bride…"

Edward sets Nessie down as she runs to hug my legs. I'm nearly knocked over, but, I pat her head. It seems that Jasper is the point of reason in the family…whoever Jasper is. "She's not a stranger. We met yesterday," he defends himself in what is probably the worst way possible. "And, I've already run a background check on her. She's harmless…though, she should really stop speeding."

Ok…now the reason he was willing to hire me on the spot made more sense. He was proactive.

"Yay! Ms. Bella! Did you hear that? You get to live here with me now!" Nessie smiles up at me like it's Christmas and I am the present.

"Nessie…there are ground rules…"Mr. Cullen begins, but, Nessie is too excited to listen. She's already trying to drag me off. He sighs. "You mentioned you were in the process of moving. Was there a lease involved? I can have a lawyer go over the lease and help you get out of it. You might…"

"Actually…I was moving to Washington state…" I say, resisting Nessie for a moment. "But, I was applying for jobs here last night in the hopes that I could find something concrete, so, this isn't an inconvenience at all…" I try to say, but, Nessie knocks me over.

I fall, flat on my face…into their hardwood floor. Jasper laughs as Mr. Cullen helps me up. "Are you alright?" I rub my nose and nod, embarrassed.

Jasper walks up and extends a hand to me. "Congrats, 'Ms. Bella'." He winks. "I like her already." He seems to be completely content with my being hired at this point. But, I don't know how my possibly broken nose was endearing. He turns on his heel and starts to walk back toward the kitchen. "Now, Bella, Edward…if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go finish dinner. I hope you don't have any food allergies, Ms. Bella, because I have already prepared fillet mignon for everyone and it will break my heart if you tell me you have an aversion to either bacon or a very prime slice of beef."

I try to respond, but, before I can, he is gone. I think I just was informed I'm eating at a five star restaurant…in my "new boss's" penthouse…

Mr. Cullen sighs and shakes his head. "I keep telling him that I am a vegetarian, if only to get him to stop cooking extravagant meals for dinner…" I don't know if he expects a response, so, I nervously bite my lip. He turns his attention back to me. "Now, Ms. Swan…would you like to join us for dinner? We can negotiate over dinner…"

He is almost immediately cut off. And his velvety voice had my rapt attention…

"No business deals of any kind at my dinner table!" Jasper yells from the kitchen. I'm confused…is he Edward Cullen's brother or his chef or his butler…?

Edward Cullen sighs once more. "Would you be available to stay a while after dinner to discuss your position? I'll make sure to have Jasper drive you home after we are done."

I'm still unsure of what is actually happening. I'm actually expecting for the punch line at any moment…but, it never comes. "I…sure. That sounds wonderful!" I try to insert as much enthusiasm into the sentence as I can. Did a six year old just get me a job?

"Excellent!" He says, rubbing a hand through his hair. He looks nervously at Nessie who is pouting now because she has not been able to get me to budge. He kneels down to be more on her level. "Well, Nessie? What do you think? Did I do a good job picking out a new nanny this time?"

Nessie looks to be in serious thought for a moment before a wide smile breaks out across her face. "You did good, Daddy." She hugs him. For a moment, I see the complete and total resemblance between the two of them and it is the strangest, most remarkable thing in the world.

It is so adorable, that I have to smile.

I think I could learn to like it here.

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