The Biker's Nanny

“That was fast.”

“I’ll have to come back for the rest. I have what I need.”

“I’ll get one of the boys to help with that,” he said. “You don’t have to worry about a thing.”

Why did she have a feeling that her life was about to change forever?

Chapter Three

One month later

Hawk spent way too much time at home already. It was a Friday night, and rather than be at the club fucking one of the number of club whores that wanted him, he was parked in his driveway.

He already spotted Jasmine’s car, and in the backseat was his daughter’s chair. The first week she moved in, she asked him to help fix that thing in her car. It was a massive one, but it meant a quick glance in her rearview mirror and she’d be able to see Bethany. A couple of the boys had seen her in town, and even though she didn’t acknowledge them, they all spoke very highly of her.

She took care of his daughter as if she was his own, her kindness showing through in every passing second.

He’d even put a few cameras around his home to check on her to make sure he wasn’t getting the wrong vibe off her. It had been easy to do, and now any time he wanted, he could check in at home through his cell phone and she didn’t even know that he was checking up on her. Each time he did, she was either playing with Bethany, feeding her, cleaning, cooking, or something that a wife would do.

It was like having a wife, only he didn’t get to fuck her—and he really wanted to. Coming home every single night wasn’t about getting her home-cooked food, which in itself was like heaven on a plate. No, he went home every night because he liked being in her company. She didn’t make demands on him. They hung out, watched movies, talked about everything and anything. She never asked about the club or what he was doing. If she didn’t see him for days at a time, she didn’t expect an explanation. He would tell her if he’d be gone a few days but again, no questions or curiosity as to why. Just simple acceptance of it.

Climbing off his bike, he made his way inside and was once again met with the most amazing smell.

“I think that’s Daddy, baby girl. I think he’s come to see you. Let’s hope he likes your surprise.”

He walked down the short corridor and entered the kitchen where he found an apron-covered Jasmine and his little girl in her high chair. Bethany had some toys, and Jasmine was covered in flour.

“Hey, you’re home. You’re a bit early.”

“What are you making?”

“We’re making pizza. We’ve already done some chocolate chip and walnut cookies. They’re over there cooling if you’d like one. My pizza sauce is ready, and now I’m just shaping my pizza.” She held a ball of dough in her hand.

“That’s a lot of pizzas you got there.” He did a quick count and discovered ten already made and cooling on trays.

“Yes. Life can get pretty hectic, and I’ve been making food that can go straight from freezer to oven. That way I don’t have to worry.”

“You could order out.”

“That I could but I know how to make myself some pizza and tomorrow it will be lasagna. I’ve already cleaned every surface in this place, and Bethany loves seeing me in the kitchen. I think she likes it here.”

Since Jasmine had been living with him in the spare bedroom, he’d enjoyed a whole month of full nights’ sleeps.

He’d not even heard his little girl wake up.

“I’m sorry to ask this, does she wake up in the night?”

“The first week I was here, she did. I’d change her diaper, feed her, burp her, and then just rock her for a few minutes before putting her back to sleep. We do so much during the day now that she’s too tired to wake up. Why?”

“I just, I could never get her to sleep before you came along. She’d be awake and that was it, she wasn’t going back to sleep.”

“Babies thrive on routine, but she spends a lot of time playing. I’ve got a little secure playpen in the living room. She can crawl around and play with her toys. She’ll be walking before you know it. I’ve taken her out into the garden as well. If you tire her out, she’ll sleep soundly at night.”

Jasmine always knew what she was doing.

He didn’t want just anyone taking care of his little girl, so he’d gotten a background check done on her. There were a few things about her life that she wasn’t telling him. He didn’t want to just blab them out or demand answers. She’d not technically lied to him. Jasmine didn’t have children, but that didn’t mean she hadn’t been expecting one.