Author's note: Thank you all for the support. I appreciate it, but the people who criticized me were not evil, nor "assholes" etc. I really, really, appreciate the support, but, while the comments hurt my feelings, they weren't profane or intentionally mean. I even received and apology from one of them. So, thank you soooooo much for your support and encouragement, but let's not bash others. :) (I appreciate your anger for me, I'm not saying that, but I don't want to make others feel bad too) I got over one hundred supportive emails, reviews and messages on facebook which lifted my spirits. You guys are soo great.

I also want to make it clear, I have no intention of "flouncing" on this fic. I have enough written right now to get us through February, though I must warn you that there may not be updates on the weekends as I have hockey tournaments. If for some reason I can't get online, I'll post double or triple on the following Mondays. Usually hotels have good enough internet to upload, but not always. Pushing from my phone isn't enough for . After February, I might only post once or twice a week, but then they would be longer, like 1K or more. I really am doing my best and I know you know that.

So this is the next part :)

After I released her we sat down and discussed it a bit more. We compromised on five hundred dollars a day as her salary. She insisted it was too much, but I pointed out I was paying one hundred per bag, and now she'd be feeding up to twelve times a day, so I was getting quite a bargain.

She laughed at my joke and countered that I was paying her over 180,000 a year to literally just sit there.

"Let me take you on a tour of the house," I said when we'd stopped laughing.

"I can't wait," she responded.

I gave her a tour of the main floor showing her the study again as well as an additional sitting room, the formal dining room and a few odd rooms. "Through here," I said opening a sliding door, "is the pool and hot tub. Feel free to use it whenever you want." She smiled.

"We also have a workout room just through those doors...not that you need to work out," I added quickly, not wanting to offend her.

"The bedrooms are upstairs," I said showing her to the large staircase that landed in the foyer. "This house has tons of rooms, but we only use a few."

We walked down the hall to the large double doors. "This is the master suite." I could have said it was mine and Tanya's room, but it really wasn't. True it had been the room we shared together when she'd first moved in with me, but as soon as she was pregnant she claimed to have trouble sleeping and wanted to sleep alone. I wasn't going to force her to sleep with me, and I had wanted what was best for the baby, so I'd let it go.

We walked down the hall past several doors. "These are guest rooms," I said motioning to the tastefully decorated, yet very simple bedrooms. Again I didn't point out that Tanya used one as her primary bedroom.

"This is Charlie's room," I said with a smile as I pushed open the door to his nursery. The walls were a rich blue and there was cream colored carpet on the floor. I'd had cherry furniture which included his crib, a few dressers, a changing table and a glider that sat next to a large window. "You can nurse him there, if that's comfortable, or does it have to be a couch?"

"No, my arm just gets tired, so it's nice to have a pillow under it." She smiled at me and again my heart did a little flip. Was it just because she was playing house with me, or was I truly attracted to her? The morning sun was coming in through the window making what had looked like simple brown hair come alive with strands of gold and copper. I felt my cock stir and shook my head to clear the thought.

Don't sleep with the nanny, Cullen.

End note: Soooooo finally a bit of chemistry. I do want to say, super slow burn. I don't want this a wham, bam, thank you Ma'am story. Thanks again for reading :)