12 Nana

Who the heck is Nana?

I broke off the hug and then face Lance, who looks dejected from the separation.

" Who's Nana?" I ask him, confusion written on my face.

He look at me and said " You are"

"but my name is Olivia." I continue to look at him weirdly. " How did it go from Olivia to Nana." The transition sounded off, like two words completely different from each other but sounded the same to him.

" because you love me and you take good care of me." and then he added " Just like nannies do." with his innocent look.

I was dumbfounded, this guy really thinks that I'm his nanny. I glared, notifying him that I'm still mad and he should tread his words carefully or he won't be able to enjoy his dinner.

But the guy just pursed his lips, his eyes staring back at me with amusement.

I suddenly preferred him being silent than him talking to me with his annoying words.

"Are you still mad at me?" He said in a small voice. He was peeking, trying to read the expression in my face.

I felt him tugging my hands like a little kid who wants to have someone's attention.

Her expression soften seeing him like that. How could she be mad at him but she didn't answer him and that caused him to feel anxious.

He started to regret teasing her. He was pouting, thinking that he won't be able to taste his dinner tonight is totally disappointing.

But it didn't take long when she ushered him to sit and wait for their dinner to be cooked.

His mood became cheerful while he sat at the dining table with a smile plastered on his face.

He knows that she won't be able to be mad at him for too long. His Nana cares for him and he knows it. Although it was evident that she doesn't want to be called Nana at all.

He remembered he had a lot of nannies before.

but right now, she's his favorite. His nanny wife is so beautiful and kind no one could even compare.

She noticed him, dazed and smiling like an idiot. She just shrugged it off thinking he's just too happy that finally he could enjoy his food and the nagging is over.

When she was busy putting food on his plate. He was watching her every move. He loves the attentional she's giving to him. Then out of the blue he asked her,

" You won't get tired of me right? You won't leave and hurt me?" His eyes begging for answers.

I look at him, my heart aches from what he just said.

I smiled at him warmly, and tousled his hair gently before I replied " I won't leave, as long as you want me by your side, I'll stay no matter what. "

I know his heart's filled with uncertainties. His wounds might have been long healed but the psychological scars was still there, deeply carved into his heart.

I saw how his eyes brighten when I said those words. He smiled at me,genuinely happy.

Tonight, he opened up and told me his thoughts and fears.

This past few days, I'm trying to think how to get him associate with people and also be socially active. Locking himself and always being wary of people is not healthy at all.