I can't sleep with the nanny. Or get her pregnant . . .
Nannies never last long under my roof. They all kind of hate me-Natasha, the newest one included. My kids are unruly, and all under seven. They say I'm distant and cold.
But when Natasha takes over, finally things start falling into place. She's sweet, innocent, and beautiful. I'd do anything for her.
She says we need to keep it platonic, for the kids. But her curves call to me. We can't keep our hands off each other.
Our family is about to get a whole lot more complicated . . . when we find out she's having twins.
