"Do you have a lot of work today?" Ana asked after she'd put Phoebe back in her room, resuming her position against Christian as he lay in bed checking emails on his phone.
"Some conference calls with the Asia team, so Mrs. Winston will be here most of the day while I'm in the study. It's time to ease her in full time anyway since we'll be going back to the office in a few weeks."
Nancy Winston — they'd snagged a national treasure. She was a super-nanny who'd come recommended by everyone in Seattle. Christian and Ana had managed to convince her to take on Phoebe as her last baby before retirement.
Ana was hesitant to go the nanny route but with two kids and two CEOs in the family, it wouldn't be fair to saddle Gail with the childcare responsibilities. Their loyal housekeeper still had a special place in Teddy and Phoebe's lives, of course, and always gave them a breather when they needed one. They'd even gotten Gail some part-time help in the form of the efficient Mrs. Liu.
"So silly — we have all these people to help me at home and I'm still so tired," Ana lamented, shaking her head.
"Baby, we're entitled to a little help. The only thing that's silly would be not taking advantage of our money to ask for it every now and then. We raise our children. We run our companies. And you run a well-oiled household," he praised her, wrapping his arms tightly around her.
"It still feels so strange to interview applicants who are 30 years older than me," Ana mused.
"I noticed that when you were interviewing potential nannies you weeded out all the younger applicants. Afraid I'll run off with the pretty nanny like some narcissist celebrity Mrs. Grey?" Christian ribbed her, kissing her neck and making her shiver.
"No," Ana laughed. "I'll give you a little more credit than Jude Law. Besides, I never signed a prenup. That wouldn't be very bright of a savvy businessman like yourself," she reminded him, nestling closer to him as he chuckled. As if he'd ever go anywhere. "But you're partially right Mr. Grey — I did weed out the six-foot-tall blondes. That was just because I didn't want this house to resemble a Robert Palmer video like your office does," she quipped.
"Speaking of the office," Christian began in a sober tone, interrupting their moment of levity. "I've asked Taylor to join Sawyer so you'll have two CPOs when you go in today."