Adventures With Babysitters Novels & Stories

Sarah had finished eating dinner and was watching one of her favorite cartoons while we waited for her babysitter to arrive. Sarah’s babysitter, Cory, arrived about half an hour later. She complimented me and told me how beautiful I was. Sarah started crying, saying she wanted to go with me and Roman to have fun, but I didn’t want her to go because Levi would be there, along with a lot of people.

"What? Won't you be late for the meeting, it's a five hours journey." "Aunt they are taking care of all the travel and accommodation. I have a plane ticket booked already and Lisa agreed to drive me to the airport." She held Tommy who had fallen a sleep in her arms, tired from playing all day with other kids at the kindergarten. "I'll take Tommy to kindergarten tomorrow aunt, you don't have to wake-up early." Melissa wanted to spend every little time with her son hoping it will make up for the days they would be a part. "Okay dear, take him to sleep now I'll Lock up. You should sleep early to." Betty got up taking the key's to lock the front door.

I heard Xavier's voice pierce the thin silence that braced my ears. I jolted back to reality, the panic gripping me. "We left her in your care," I pressed, my voice trembling. The babysitter’s face crumpled, her eyes welling up with tears. She looked helpless, and for a split second, I felt sorry for her—but fear quickly drowned out the sympathy.

“Just let me finish, Miss Brooks, and please do not interrupt me anymore.” My face reddens with embarrassment, but I nod. “I have tried the agencies, but no one wants to be my baby’s nanny. Truth be told, she has gone through a total of ten nannies in just one month.” He seems to consider his words and pauses. Ten nannies in one month. Just wow, Lucy. “Nobody could last longer than three days with her, and I am in a really tight situation here. Which is why I am offering you a position as my baby’s caretaker.”

The car glided down the main road, the radio playing jazz that felt too relaxed for my mood that morning. Maritza, pink crossbody bag and battle-ready face, had already gone into the school with Ash, joining the other babysitters who looked more like a special ops unit with luxury strollers and discreet spy cams in their purses. If they handed out Oscars for Best Supporting Role in Protecting a Billionaire Kid, Maritza would take one home every year.

I roll my eyes at his annoying attitude. "You go to the same school as me, right?" He says this in a nicer tone. "Yeah. I'm in your chemistry class." A smirk tugs at his lips. I narrow my eyes. "What?" "Nothing." He clears his throat and the handsome smirk disappears. "So, um, why exactly do you need a babysitter?" He rolls his eyes. "My mom found out I was doing drugs at a party. She doesn't trust me to stay home alone anymore, so she did this. It's part of my punishment."

I was exasperated, disagreeing with her brilliant idea. Now here's the thing. It's not like my mother never appointed babysitters for me when she had business trips and contests to judge. But, all in vain, there were hundreds of complaints registered against me which led them to quit the job- which had a pretty fair pay- and now those files are probably rotting somewhere in the attic. These babysitters even took payment for their damages. I'm not a monster or anything but it's just their necessity stuff used to mesmerize me and as a curious explorer child, I was prompted to check them out.

she whines. “How about I take you out for ice cream once I'm back?” Arieya shakes her head stubbornly. “No, I want to come with you.” “Arieya, come on, you love ice cream.” She shakes her head crying. “What do we do with her?” Adrian sighs in defeat. “I guess the babysitter is coming too.” “I can babysit her if you want.” Annalise jumps into the matter uninvited as I rolled my eyes mentally at her new found busybody.

The babysitter lasted four hours. Her name was Cara and she came highly recommended by two pack families who described her as unflappable, experienced with supernatural children, and entirely trustworthy. She was twenty-two and had been working with pack children for three years and arrived on her first morning with the calm professional confidence of someone who had handled difficult situations before and expected to handle this one. By noon she was sitting on the kitchen floor with her back against the cabinet and a slightly distant expression, like someone who had briefly visited a different reality and was still processing the return journey.

"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."