“I need a nanny.”
“You need to be watched, but I wouldn’t go that far.”
I wave my hand. “Enzo has a kid.” I frown. “Actually, I have a kid.”
“Wait. You’re the father of Enzo’s toddler?”
“You know about Luca?”
“Bellanti told Coach when he asked to join the Blizzards. He said the kid had family in Boston…”
“That’s me. Enzo’s late sister and I had a child together.”
“Jeez. I heard she passed. So awful.”
“Yes.” God, I can’t imagine what Enzo’s going through.
“And you’re really the father?” Evan presses me.
“My sperm is so good even I get surprised.”
“Ah. That’s why Enzo hates you.”
I frown. When did donating baby-making material become so controversial?
“Nanny, Evan. It’s urgent. Do you know someone?”
Evan chews his lip. “You know, I actually might. Stella had a live-in nanny—Patricia—when she was younger. Patricia sent an e-mail out saying she was looking for a new position… Her last family just moved abroad. I’ll see if she’s still available.”
Evan enters something in his phone, then a ping sounds.
“She’s available.”
“Awesome sauce. Give me her deets.”
“Right.” Evan texts me her number.
“Thanks. I’ll interview her before the game tomorrow, and she can move in the next day!”
“That would be very quick.”
“Right?” I grin happily, then my eyes widen. “Baby furniture!” I usher Evan away. “I need to do some online shopping, Captain.”
“Good luck.”
I shrug. “I’m normally lucky.”
I mean, just today I found out I’m the father of the cutest little toddler. How awesome is that?
I open a children’s furniture website and start adding things to the cart. Car bed. Play mat. Toys. Waterproof mattress pad. Extra sheets. Training pants in bright colors that won’t make him think about diapers in case he’s sensitive about the whole accident thing.
They need to start selling hockey-themed ones. Maybe I should start a business selling them. Enzo could help me. That would be wild. Get Enzo out of his head, so he’s not moping all the time.
Though I don’t want Luca to feel forced to play hockey. Maybe he’s more of an artist type. Pretty sure his mom was awesome with the paintbrush, and who knows, maybe someone in my family finally got musical talent.
I add some toys and children’s music.
My kid is going to have the best life.
