Alien Architect Needs a Nanny (Alien Nanny Agency 1)

Emilia

Twenty minutes later, Emilia surveyed the table, happy with the way dinner had turned out.

Ra’as sat at the head of the dining table, with Faline on his right.

Emilia sat at the foot, with Mimi and Dyrk on either side.

“Wow, look at this spread,” Faline said. “I hope he pays you enough to do all this on the weekend.”

Emilia chose to ignore the rude question.

“Dyrk, why don’t you pass the rolls,” Emilia asked.

Dyrk swiped the sensor on the hover basket and the rolls sailed to the head of the table.

Ra’as took one and offered one to Faline, who took it slowly from his hand, blinking up at him.

“Oh, this looks so rich,” she said in a sultry voice.

Ra’as smirked and grabbed his spoon.

They all dug in and began to enjoy Uncle Pryne’s stew.

Mimi gobbled hers up, humming her approval, and Dyrk ate quietly and politely, much to Emilia’s pride.

“This is amazing,” Ra’as said, smiling at the kids. “Well done.”

Dyrk grinned back and everyone continued to eat in silence.

Only Faline picked at her stew without eating much.

“We forgot,” Mimi wailed suddenly.

Ra’as frowned.

“What did we forget?” Emilia asked quietly.

“The sprouts,” Mimi said.

“Oh, that’s all right,” Emilia said. “Let’s go get them now. They’ll be delicious.”

Mimi brightened.

“I’ll get them,” Dyrk offered.

“That would be lovely, Dyrk,” Emilia said. “Thank you.”

He disappeared into the kitchen and came back with the fresh sprouts.

Emilia was proud to see him walk to the head of the table to offer his father a garnish first.

“Thank you, son,” Ra’as said approvingly.

“We grew these in our own garden,” Dyrk said proudly to Faline, offering her the basket.

Emilia thought her heart would burst at his open-hearted confidence.

“Why would you grow sprouts?” Faline laughed. “Can’t you just have your cook buy them in the store? They’re practically free.”