Natasha’s schedule as a nanny wasn’t as hectic as she expected it to be. It usually started with her waking up very early to prepare the kids for school. She would follow the driver to drop them off at school and afterwards, she would return home to clean their rooms. Then, she would eat her breakfast and wait for them to return while lurking around the kitchen. Once they returned, she would take them upstairs to get their baths and get changed, have lunch and drop them off at their different afternoon sessions. When it was time, she would go get them and they would have dinner, watch television a while, then, go to bed.That was pretty simple, right?So, why was she still finding it difficult?Why was she losing the kids at every give chance? All she had to do was look away for one second and the moment she looked back, they would no longer be there. It didn’t take long for them to wander off whether they were at home or outside.Why was she finding it hard to wake up early enough to

By the time, Natasha hauled Alex and Alexa up the staircase to change and prepare for dinner, Malcolm had gone into his office, angry but somehow, amused. As she cleaned them up, Natasha wondered how long she had slept to the extent that the twins somehow snuck out and she had no idea until Malcom returned in the evening!As she led them down the stairs to the table, Natasha wondered if Malcolm would ask her to leave. She hoped and silently prayed that he wouldn’t. She made a mental note to go to him and beg to keep her job, damn her pride.As Alex and Alexa sat on the chairs in the dining room, they looked around expectantly. “Where is daddy?” Alex asked, a small frown on his face.Natasha shrugged. “In his office, I think. Why?”“Is he going to eat?” Alexa asked quietly.Natasha paused, her hands freezing mid-air as she tried to pick up the spoons to place in their plates. “I think so,” she said, carefully. “He might eat in his office.”“Is he angry at us?” Alex asked, still frownin

Saturdays were one of Natasha’s worst days as a babysitter, mostly because the kids were usually around and she had to take them out to the park or the beach. She had to watch over them every fucking time and no matter how hard she watched them, they still always managed to get missing. Luckily, she often found them before anyone could do and by anyone, she meant Malcolm or his annoying best friend, Brian.But Natasha knew that this particular Saturday was going to be even more stressful than the other ones, mostly because her annoying elder sister, Diane, had decided that it was a good idea to bring Cameron, Nicole and Mirabella over to hang out with Alex and Alexa. Natasha had protested against it, obviously. She couldn’t be going through the stress of looking after five children. Looking after two was already enough problem for her, imagine looking after five!She couldn’t do it.But somehow, Malcolm had overhead their discussion and agreed that it would be a good idea for Alex and

Natasha stood in front of the mirror, her eyebrows furrowed deep in concentration as she stared at her reflection. She was dressed in a tight white mini-dress that stopped right above her knees. Her long black silky hair had been packed into a bun and she had applied slight make-up of powder, eyeliner, lip-liner and lipstick. She looked beautiful and she knew it. So, why wasn’t she confident? Why was she feeling so nervous? Why were her palms sweating? Why were the lower parts of her legs trembling?The knock on her door interrupted her thoughts and she swung around suddenly, turning towards the door. “Who is there?”“Natasha?” Came Malcolm’s voice. “Can I come in?”Natasha glanced around frantically, searching fro anything that needed to be taken out of the way. Seeing nothing, she hollered, “Yes, come in.”The door was pushed open and Malcolm came in, saying, “The kids are waiting for you to get……..” His words died down in his throat as his gaze landed on Natasha. He stared at her,