Connor’s POV
‘So, you put an ad in the grocery store for a Nanny?’ my sister calls from the living room curiously, as I place a sleeping Grace into her crib and turn on the small monitor on the table beside it, ‘how is that going?’
‘Terrible’ I grumble honestly as I stalk back into the room and flick on my monitor, before picking up the abandoned bottle from where Hali was just feeding my daughter before she fell asleep. ‘I don’t know what I was thinking, half I didn’t even meet because they sounded like lunatics, the other half I met at Mackenzie’s bakery and even she gave me horrified looks. I swear, one woman was in her nineties, all power to her for still wanting to work, but as a nanny for a six month old?’ I blow out an exasperated breath because this child care situation is stress
