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So, when I got the promotion I’d been grinding toward for the last five years — senior partner at my firm — I felt like the stars had aligned. My salary doubled, the cases got bigger, and yeah, my hours got longer. It was all part of the plan.
That’s when the nanny conversation became more than just pillow talk.
“We can’t keep juggling sitters,” I told Patrick one night while feeding our youngest mashed peas. “We need someone consistent. Someone full-time.”
“Agreed,” he said, kissing my temple. “Let’s find a someone.”
And that’s when Molly entered our lives.
Twenty-four, bright-eyed, warm, and patient with the kids in a way that felt almost magical. She walked in with a soft smile and a natural ease around my children that melted my initial hesitation.
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Even my daughter, Ava, who could sense fear like a Rottweiler, took to her instantly.
