Here’s the deal, not everyone understands why an almost twenty-eight-year-old man is happy taking care of other people’s children, but I am.
Do I love being single? No, but what’s a guy to do?
Then I met Kevin Wadsworth. He’s everything I’ve ever wanted in a man. He’s older than me, smaller than me, and needs a little bit of care. Did I mention he’s also the father of the brightest almost three-year-old little girl I’ve ever met? Oh yeah, he’s the whole package.
So when he sticks up for me, proclaiming to be my boyfriend—fake or not—my heart goes swoon.
Living with this little family as the manny has been my absolute pleasure. Kevin already knows I adore his daughter. Hopefully he’ll realize I’m in this for him, too.
