TYLER
April
Okay. The kids are off to school with the nanny and I still have three hours before I need to be at a team meeting at the arena. Today is going just swimmingly.
There is a lot of shit around my house now. Toys, books, snacks. Kids make a lot of messes. It's honestly fucking with my OCD tendencies, so I pace around, picking things up, organizing. I have Marlena coming now twice a week, but damn, I cannot take this clutter in between.
As I'm dumping an armload of toys into a bin in the kids' room, the doorbell rings. It's got to be Nanny Patricia and the kids - maybe they forgot something for school. I swing the door wide and, nope, it's not Patricia and the kids. It's Zoya.
Sweet, beautiful Zoya. Her hair is in two long braids and she wears a black dress with thin straps and flip-flops. She looks exactly like the sweet young coed she is, and I nearly pop wood just looking at her. It's so wrong.