Guys, I need your help is there anything wrong with this answer grammar-wise? Also, guys, you don't need the story but I will give it to you to read just for fun

Here is the question

What is the relationship like between David and his nanny Peggotty? Describe their
relationship in the space below.

Here is my answer
Peggotty takes care of David( In the first question they say that David is young) and helps him any way she can. The more David & Peggotty talk about certain topics( Examples of topics they could be talking about: What's it like to get married, or What are your favorite things to do and why.) the more they will grow and feel comfortable to be around all of the time. Peggotty is kind and likes to see what David thinks about things. ( referring to the topics they could be talking about or will be talking about in the future) She is also gentle and takes her time with David. On the other hand, David just needs company, love, and attention. Peggotty & David have an inseparable and strong relationship.

Here is the story so you can read for fun

'Peggotty,' says I, suddenly, 'were you ever married?'
'Lord, Master Davy,' replied Peggotty. 'What's put marriage in your head?'
She answered with such a start, that it quite awoke me. And then she stopped in her work, and
looked at me, with her needle drawn out to its thread's length.
'But WERE you ever married, Peggotty?' says I. 'You are a very handsome woman, can't you?'
I thought of her in a different style from my mother, certainly; but of another school of beauty, I
considered her a perfect example. There was a red velvet footstool in the best parlor, on which
my mother had painted a nosegay. The groundwork of that stool and Peggotty's complexion
appeared to me to be the same thing. The stool was smooth, and Peggotty was rough, but
that made no difference.
'Me handsome, Davy!' said Peggotty. 'Lawk, no, my dear! But what put marriage in your head?'
'I don't know!—You mustn't marry more than one person at a time, may you, Peggotty?'
'Certainly not,' says Peggotty, with the promptest decision.
'But if you marry a person, and the person dies, why then you may marry another person, mayn't
you, Peggotty?'
'YOU MAY,' says Peggotty, 'if you choose, my dear. That's a matter of opinion.'
'But what is your opinion, Peggotty?' said I.
I asked her and looked curiously at her because she looked so curiously at me.
'My opinion is,' said Peggotty, taking her eyes from me, after a little indecision and going on
with her work, 'that I never was married myself, Master Davy, and that I don't expect to be.
That's all I know about the subject.'
'You can't cross, I suppose, Peggotty, are you?' said I, after sitting quietly for a minute.
I thought she was, she had been so short with me, but I was quite mistaken: for she laid
aside her work (which was a stocking of her own), and opening her arms wide, took my curly
head within them, and gave it a good squeeze. I know it was a good squeeze, because, being very
plump, whenever she made any little exertion after she was dressed, some of the buttons on the
back of her gown flew off. And I recollect two bursting to the opposite side of the parlor, while
she was hugging me.
'Now let me hear some more about the Crorkindills,' said Peggotty, who was not quite right in
the name yet, 'for I can't hear half enough'