Alex missed his sweet baby, the beautiful, unplanned bundle of joy. Being out on duty for over a month had been nerve wracking on its own. Now that his little baby had yet another nanny only added to his worry.

The parenting style that Alex chose to adopt was gentle and balanced with the appropriate punishments. If his child made a mess, they cleaned it. If his child hit, they were given a stern talking to and put in time out. Alex didn't want to raise a hand to his child, out of fear that he didn't understand his own strength and for the fact that it was a child. The problem was that every nanny he hired didn't follow that rule.

"You wait until my daddy gets home!" Alex could hear the familiar bite of his troublesome toddler's refusal of something. Any hope he had of this nanny following his rules was dashed when he rounded the corner of his home.

Tears staining chubby cheeks and two small hands covering what Alex could only assume was a freshly spanked bottom. And the nanny? That's where Alex's blood really began to boil. One of his thick leather belts was held in her hand, folded in half as the grown woman yelled at his child. His child.

"Daddy's home, baby." The words were growled as Alex ripped the belt from the woman's hand, "What do you think you're doing?"

The nanny rolled her eyes at Alex, "Your brat is disrespectful and needed more than stern words. If you bothered to be a parent, you would understand that children need a firm hand to know what is and isn't allowed in this world."

That struck a terrible chord with the CIA agent. He had seen worse than the nanny could ever even imagine. And she was going to tell him what was and wasn't okay?

"You will be getting out of this house. Now." Alex got in the womans face, "And I'll make damn sure you never take care of another child for as long as I live."