Adventures With Babysitters Novels & Stories

"Do you remember what I said about magic?" "All of it." "That's my happy place." My ears feel hot and I want to shut up, but Emma feels... safe. She might understand. "I like to imagine the big magics, no doubt- the wolf women sprinting under the moon, the witches casting spells and curses- but my favorites are the little magics. The boy in the playground getting the courage to stand up to his bully, the woman having a healthy child, unexpected discoveries. Their stories are my happy place." I smile wistfully, recalling the countless hours I spent playing the world's adventures in my head. "They live happily even when I can't. The world keeps spinning, and I'm okay with that."

Hiring a babysitter was not difficult. There were many available “online”, but even so, she preferred to ask for the contact details of her niece's babysitter. Gustavo asked her a series of questions before agreeing to give her the number: “Where will you go?” “Who will accompany you?” “Be very careful, Adeline. An accident could happen to you”

Sky says. "Wha… oh. Ooooohhhhhhh." I chuckle. "No, I don't go underwear shopping with Ben. I do, however, go with Jared and that's the trip that needs a babysitter." I insinuate before walking over to Ben. I look over to see the shock on both of their faces before Adrian’s eyes gloss over as he mind links, probably Aidan, to tell him about me and Jared. I hope Jared gets in trouble. Serves him right for not warning me about my chaperones. __________________________________

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She hated it, she would’ve called it whiny or annoying, but it was a melody to his ears. “So… what do you do, you know, for work?” He asked shyly. “Oh… haha, Uh, jeez. You’re gonna laugh when I tell you.” She responded awkwardly. “I won’t laugh, promise.” “Well… I’m sort of… um, a high-end escort? There’s no sex! I mean, I don’t get paid for sex. There has been sex… but only if there was a real attraction. They don’t pay me for that, is what I mean.”

'' I completely understand what she meant by babysitting Colton but she has her own babysitter, why would she need me? ''Well, you see...'' She breathes out, ''Colton's babysitter is having a week off because she has a school trip so I just hope that you could help me, you know,'' I can imagine her biting her lower lip as she say so, ''Babysit Colton.'' ''Are you kidding me?'' ''No, Athena. Please?''

So far, I think I’ve done a good job. I hired a babysitter to look after Victor while I’m gone. There’s no way that I’ll leave my baby all alone, even if it’s only for a few hours. I’d rather be safe than sorry. The girl is named Bethany and actually, Thomas was the one who recommended her. She’s sixteen and lives in the building. I walk out of my room and grab my purse, which is on the counter. Victor is seated on the sofa but turns his head to look at me. His eyes widen. “Whoa, Mom.”

Dad lied. My backpack felt heavier than usual, not just with books but with the weight of every broken promise. I dug my nails into my palms, trying to focus on the biting chill of the Aurelia evening instead of the tremor in my hands. New mission: survive the Sterlings. New reality: I was their charity case, Charles Sterling’s personal babysitter. His babysitter. The thought made bile rise in my throat.

I folded one of the blankets and arranged a small baby pillow. Then I organized the diaper and wipes kit on a low shelf. I washed the new bottles, leaving them to dry in the sink. On the activity mat, I hung the little bells and swayed them, imagining Serena laughing. For a moment, I stopped and looked at everything. A corner of my home that now had the scent and shape of a home for her. I had no idea what the next day would be like, but I knew I wanted her to feel safe. Night fell quickly, and I ended up going to bed late, a bit distracted by painting. The anticipation of Saturday kept me awake longer than it should have. It was already in the middle of the night when my phone rang.