Grace started with something no one else had tried—respect. No yelling, no threats. She crouched to their level and asked, “What do you want most?”

“Freedom,” said Liam.
“Fun,” Noah added.
“A robot dog,” Oliver grinned.

Grace smiled. “Deal. One week without chaos, and I’ll make the last one happen.”

The boys blinked. No nanny had ever bargained before.

Grace turned rules into games. Breakfast became a manners contest. Cleaning? A treasure hunt. Bedtime? “Secret Agent Mission Sleep.” Laughter replaced tantrums.

Alexander noticed. Expecting disaster, he came home to silence, his sons asleep, Grace reading nearby. Something stirred—admiration? Relief?

One night, he asked, “How did you do it?”

“They didn’t need control,” Grace said. “They needed connection.”

By week’s end, the boys kept their promise. Grace kept hers—with the most advanced robotic dog money could buy.

The triplets were in awe. So was Alexander—but for a different reason. Watching her laugh with his sons, he realized something.

He didn’t just need a nanny. He needed her.

And that terrified him.

Because Alexander Harrington never lost negotiations—until now.