Author: Moxiegirl13 PM
Emma Hart had a job interview for a nannying job. But when she gets there, her would-be boss asks her to marry him because his parents disapprove of Nannies. Oh, and there is the little detail that he'll be deported back to Italy if he doesn't marry an American citizenRated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Family - Chapters: 11 - Words: 13,430 - Reviews: 28 - Favs: 15 - Follows: 33 - Updated: 04-14-13 - Published: 10-04-12 - id: 3063068
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I took a deep breath and rang the doorbell.
I was standing in front of one of the most beautiful homes I had ever seen.
One of my close friends sister knows a man who needs a Nanny. And Kristen ( my friend) thought I would be perfect for the job.
"Are you sure Kristen? A nanny? I don't think I'd be good at that." I'd said, twisting a lock of my light brown hair around my finger.
"Okay Emma. Let me ask you this.
Do you like kids?" She asked, placing a hand on her hip.
"Yes." I answered.
"But I don't-"
"Are you good at cooking?
"Yes." I said again."
"Are you organized, good at cleaning, a nice person, experienced with kids."
I didn't have to answer because she answered for me.
"Yes, yes, and yes."
I looked at her.
"Alright. I guess I'll at least go to the interview."
Kristen jumped up and down.
"You won't regret it!"
I didn't know why she was so. It was just an interview.
But when the man I was waiting for opened the door, I knew.
"Hello. I'm Antonio Vasquez . Won't you please come in?" Said the tall, handsome, Latino man before me.
I stood staring at him for a second.
He was drop dead gorgeous.
Six foot with dark hair and warm brown eyes.
"Hi, I'm Emma Hart." I said softly, so softly I was unsure he could hear me.
He smiled, opened the door wider and I stepped in.
I looked around at the big rooms.
To the left I looked in and saw a huge living room with soft looking cream colored carpets, mahogany furniture and a flat screen T.V mounted on the wall. There were racks of movies, CDs and books. Most of them were children's movies like shrek, Cinderella, Shark Tale, and a looney toons collection.
Across the hall I spotted part of a kitchen that I could have only seen in my dreams. There were many other rooms, but Antonio grabbed my hand and led me to the kitchen.
It was h-u-g-e.
All the appliances were stainless steel and there was a stove, a double oven and every gadget that you could ever want.
A red teapot began whistling on the stove and Antonio went and got out two ceramic mugs.
"Would you like some tea?" He asked, turning to me and smiling.
"That would be great, thanks." I said, trying not to blush. He was that good looking.
But I did want him to be my boss. So I tried to banish all romantic thoughts of the man.
He poured tea into the cups and again turned to me.
"Milk and sugar?" He asked.
"Yes please." I said smiling.
He finished the tea and brought it over.
He sat in the chair next to mine and looked at me.
He cleared his throat and began to speak.
"So you are good with children, yes?"
"Yes. I'm the oldest of six children. I babysat a lot as a teen. And uh. I volunteered at the kindergarten class."
I hated how inexperienced I sounded out loud. Lets just say I sounded a lot better in my head.
"You wouldn't mind living in would you?"
I swallowed hard.
"No. Not at all."
I tried to smile, but I imagine it looked more like a grimace.
"I have one. Uh. One more thing to ask." Antonio said, running his hands through his dark hair.
"I would appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone you were a nanny. Besides Kristen and Sandra of corse. They already know not to say anything about it."
I struggled for words.
"No. Well. I guess... no I won't tell anyone. But if its alright, may I ask why I can't tell anyone?" I tried to sound as polite as I could.
He sighed and looked down. He looked like a little boy in trouble.
"Well... People in this state don't really approve of Nannies. You know, that's why you don't really hear of nannying here. And my parents really disapprove of someone else caring for my children. My whole family (and it is a large family) believe that.
But I can't care for my children and work. And believe it or not, we need the money."
"I understand what you mean." I said
And then softly I asked,
"But what am I going to tell people for a reason as to why I am living here."
He blushed a pinkish color and and smiled a sheepish smile.
"This may be a bit awkward. But I was hoping that maybe..."
He trailed off and put his head in his hands.
When he looked up again he looked even more embarrassed.
"Would you tell them that you are my wife?" He said quickly, rushing the words so much that I could barely understand what he said.
I stared at him for a few minutes.
Was he joking?
He wanted me to LIE and pretend I was his wife?
But I needed this job badly.
"I can do that." I said feigning confidence.
"Yeah I can do that...Honey." I said, throwing in the honey for good measure.
He smiled and looked relieved.
"Another reason is... If I don't marry and American citizen I'll be deported Back to Italy."
Italy... Oh so he's Italian.
I snapped out of my trance and replied,
He merely nodded.
"Okay. I said. I'll do it."
He looked like he was about to speak again when a little girl who looked about two, walked into the room holding a pink blanket and rubbing her eyes with her little fist.
She was adorable with caramel skin and dark ringlets framing her face.
She ran up to Antonio and shouted : "PAPA!"
He scooped her up in a bear hug and then pressed her cheek against his.
"Alright Loretta, You can go and play for a little while I talk to..." He trailed off and looked at me.
I gave him a sideways glance and then said.
The child had grown up without knowing who mommy was, and she didn't have one so she assumed that this woman who sitting next to her papa had the name of mommy.
The little girl ran to the living room and came back with two barbies. A brunette and a blond.
She walked over to me and handed me the brown haired doll.
"Oh now Etta. Let ay. Uh. Mommy, talk to Papa for a second." Antonio said.
The little girl look so sad it almost broke my heart.
"Antonio, would you mind terribly if I went and played with Etta for a little while? Just a few minutes an then we can finish talking."
He smiled and shooed us away with his hand.
"Go have fun."
"We'll talk later."