ANNABELLE'S POV
I watched as my twins both lay on the bed silently while sleeping in each other's arms. If I don't keep Charles occupied he will run crazy and I just can't let him go insane because of how much he thinks.
Walking downstairs I suddenly heard the doorbell ring and I looked at the door with my eyes furrowed in confusion. Who could that possibly be by this hour of the day? I mean it was already night and I wasn't expecting any visitors.
I opened the door and saw Hannah standing there with a basket full of sweets which made me look at her with a frown on my face.
"What are you doing here?"
"Come on Annabelle, that is definitely not a way to welcome your husband's nanny."
"You ruined him as a child. How on earth are you considered a nanny? So I ask again, ``What are you doing here?"
