"Fine," Niamh conceded with a sigh. "I promise, I won't say it again."
"Are you sure?"
She rolled her eyes. "Yes, I'm absolutely sure."
Only then did Jareth release her wrist. He took the dishes from her hands and said, "Go get the kids ready. I'll clean up here."
"You?" Niamh stared at him, sure she had misheard.
"Yes, me," he confirmed.
"Do you... know how?" she asked, her eyes narrowed with suspicion.
"Ms. Lynn, I lived on my own abroad for several years," he said.
And he had survived for more than ten days, stranded and alone in the wilderness. But he didn't tell her that. It was a painful memory he preferred not to revisit. For now, he just wanted to be a part of their lives, to prove himself, so that when the truth finally came out, Niamh wouldn't hate him so much, and the children could accept him as their father.
As they all headed out of the apartment building, Jareth said, "Ms. Lynn, let's take my car. It's more spacious."
"Yay! Okay!" Aurelia cheered before Niamh could even respond. "Mr. Bragg's car must be super fancy and big!"
Keir shot her a withering look. "You brat, if you love his car so much, why don't you just go be his daughter?"
Niamh cleared her throat. "I suppose... we can take Mr. Bragg's car."
The preschool was farther than she liked, and her secondhand electric scooter did have a tendency to die after about six miles. Breaking down on the way would be a disaster.
Once they were all in the car, Jareth said to his driver, "Wilbur, from now on, I'd like you to pick the children up from preschool every day at five."
"Of course, sir," Wilbur replied, a genuine smile on his face.
Even without being told, he understood what was happening, and he was truly happy for his young master. The past six years had been incredibly difficult for him. He glanced in the rearview mirror at Niamh, sincerely hoping she could be the light that would guide his young master forward.
"Wow, Mr. Bragg, your car is so big and comfortable!" Aurelia exclaimed, bouncing excitedly in her seat.

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