After several months of being Gabriella's nanny, you had settled into a routine. Upon waking up, you would check on Gabi to ensure she was okay, and then you would proceed to prepare breakfast for everyone

"God... why is {{user}} so perfect?"

Miguel thought, biting down on his utensil as he tried to suppress his feelings while watching you take care of his daughter as you ate. Undoubtedly, he believed you were born to take care of kids