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onto her lap.  “I went and told your daddy how sad he made you. He worked hard to make your breakfast.  I think it hurt his feelings that you wouldn’t try it.”
    “It looked yucky!” 
    “Yes, but Tad, you didn’t give it a chance. He was only trying to be nice.”
    “It’s not nice to shout.”
    “No,” Bridget agreed. “It’s not.  I’ll talk to your daddy again,” she promised, giving Tad an extra big cuddle.  “Why don’t we-” she stopped when there was a knock on the door.  Tad jumped off her lap and ran over to the corner of the room.
    Bridget sighed and went to see what Paul wanted.  Maybe he had come to apologize? 
    He wasn’t there when she opened the door. However there was something sitting outside and it brought a small smile to Bridget’s lips.
    “What is it, Nanny?” Tad whispered from across the room, curious when he failed to hear his father’s voice.
    Bridget picked up the tray of food that had been left outside in the hall.  “I think this is your daddy’s way of saying sorry,” she smiled, showing Tad the new breakfast of boiled egg and toast that were sliced into thin strips: “soldiers , ” as Bridget had taught Tad to call them. She wondered if Paul already knew what they were or if he had taken the time to look it up on Google. Either way, she was impressed.
    This time, Tad eagerly cleaned his plate. Having something in his tummy went a long way toward improving his mood. After he was finished, he picked up a picture book and started showing the pages to his stuffed rabbit. Bridget took advantage of the quiet to slip back to the kitchen.
    Paul was just finishing the dishes. She was surprised to discover that he did the dishes by hand.
    “Phoebe leaves those for me to do,” Bridget said without thinking. She cursed under her breath when Paul turned around and she realized what she’d said. “ Left ,” she corrected quietly and hurried forward to pick up a dishtowel to start drying the pans that he had left on the rack.
    “You washed dishes?” he asked, arching a brow.
    Bridget nodded, “Well, I did all sorts of tidying…”
    “I thought you watched Tad.”
    “I did that too…” Bridget said with a shrug. “I did a lot of stuff, actually.”
    “Like what?” Paul pressed. When Bridget hesitated he continued, “I guess I should know if you’re going to be working for me.”
    “Oh. Right…” Bridget felt an excited flutter in her stomach as the possibility of staying on with Tad once again seemed within her grasp. “Well, I did whatever she needed me to, really. I picked up the dry cleaning and I ran errands. I took Tad to play dates and to the doctor. I did the grocery shopping…” She very much doubted that Paul was going to let her do that job here.
    “What did Phoebe do for herself?” Paul muttered, with a hint of bitterness in his voice that heavily implied the answer.
    “Er…”
    “Right,” he didn’t make her say it. He turned around to face her. Bridget kept wiping the plates. “How much does a job like that pay?”
    “Er…” she hesitated, “…six hundred a week?” Bridget breathed out unsteadily, wondering if she was going to get away with giving herself a 20% raise. “Plus expenses,” she added hurriedly before she lost her nerve, “And room and board, obviously…and I’m off every Sunday afternoon and Thursday night.”
    “Damn!” Paul said and whistled. “I should have been a nanny instead of going to cooking school.”
    Bridget bit her lip and held her breath, hoping that she hadn’t just blown her chances. She would honestly work for free if it meant staying close to Tad. She was just about to say so, when Paul shrugged in agreement.
    “Ah, well. It’s only money, right? I guess I don’t pay child support anymore.”
    “Quite,” Bridget answered, a little annoyed by the way that he had phrased his acceptance. “I’m actually quite a bargain,” she said with a bit of wounded pride, “I’m qualified as