You Looked Down on Me Once Now You Look Up (Patricia and Oliver) novel Chapter 955

Raising a kid really was a game of trial and error. If one trick didn’t work, you just tried something else.

That night, the nanny wrapped the little girl up in one of Oliver’s jackets and managed to get her settled down early. When the baby started fussing in her sleep around midnight, the nanny woke up right away. She checked the cradle and realized she’d left the jacket on the sofa when she’d put the baby down. She rushed over, grabbed it, and covered the little one with it.

With her dad’s scent on the blanket, the baby made it through the night without any of her usual drama.

When the nannies realized their plan worked, they traded relieved glances. Thank goodness. At least they were still helpful. If this little princess kept up her tantrums, they’d all be out of a job.

The baby was precious, and her dad spoiled her rotten. Sometimes, when Mr. Padilla video called her grandparents, the nanny would catch a glimpse of a face she’d only seen on the news.

They’d all gone through training before starting at Cloud Peak. Their job was simple: take care of the child, don’t ask questions, don’t pry, and the paycheck would be more than fair.

Mr. Padilla was generous, especially if the baby was happy and healthy. The first six months, they were extra careful, terrified she’d get sick. Luckily, she hadn’t. Any little issue—spit-up, jaundice, a mild fever after shots—was just the usual baby stuff.

Overall, things had gone pretty smoothly.

That night, Oliver and Patricia got home from dinner just before eleven. The night maid greeted them at the door.

Patricia headed to the downstairs bathroom to wash her hands, while Oliver stood in the living room and asked, “How was the baby tonight?”

“The nanny said she didn’t cry. She was asleep by eight thirty.”

Oliver let out a deep breath, nodded, and thanked her before heading to the bathroom himself.

When he came out, he and Patricia went upstairs. He thought about checking in on the baby, but then remembered the nanny was probably asleep by now, so he let it go.

After washing up, Patricia lay in bed, tossing and turning.

Oliver lay beside her, gently patting her back. “Can’t sleep?”

Patricia scooted closer. “I haven’t seen her all day. I just feel… empty.”

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