Babysit Synonym Novels & Stories

the babysitter said, making sure my baby was in good condition. Still, my body felt weak. “But am I okay?” I asked, seeking reassurance. I felt tiredness creeping up on me, but the joy of seeing my daughter overcame everything. “You’re going to be fine, Ariane. We’re all here for you. This is a very precious moment,” the babysitter replied with a smile, doing her job to make sure everything went smoothly.

Emma needs this. I watch as the girls sit on the couch and floor and gossip about what's been happening lately. I learn whose been dating who, who's gone off to college, who got a new car, and who pissed off mommy and daddy and got financially cut off. As interesting as it all is, I grow bored quickly. I shuffle over into the room and stand against the wall, wanting to blend into the background, then sit down on the floor. The girls don't seem to notice me and I'm glad for it. They continue to laugh and talk, and I rest my head against the wall, content to sit here for as long as I have to.

He somewhat noticed the thick atmosphere and decided to give them privacy saying Alex should get to know his ' Babysitter ' better now that he was back. Alex frowned at Jack's choice of words. It obviously didn't sit well with him and both Jack and Ava noticed. " My babysitter? " Alex asked in a low, threatening growl and he looked like he was going to strangle Jack any moment. Ava tried to keep her laughter in as she looked at his fuming face. He looked like a child who was about to throw a tantrum. All her attempts to keep her face straight failed and she quickly placed a hand on her mouth to prevent her from bursting into laughter. She must have chuckled because both Alex and Jack directe

We both stare at each other for a moment before she speaks again. "Why aren't you letting it all out?" She says in what I assume is her normal voice. I cant help but laugh. "You really think I'd hook up with Zeke?" "You didn't?" She let's go of my hands. "No," I say through my laughter. "I'm babysitting him." "Oh, you are the babysitter! I am such an idiot," she laughs, face-palming herself. "Don't worry about it. I just can't believe you thought I'd be low enough to sleep with him. Who are you anyway?" I try not to sound rude in the last bit.

“For your information, I’m not a baby.” “You’re my baby.” “Baby?” She laughed fakely. “Me? Your baby? Am I a joke to you?” “I’m your babysitter, right? So that makes you, my baby.” He even moved closer, pretending he’d touch her shoulder, making her step back. “Come on, baby. Drink your milk now.”

Andrew hummed: "I just think Miss Sister is very good. She even played games with me on the plane. Mommy never played with me. Do your homework." "That's because your mommy is busy and won't be by your side all the time." Suzanne Reid said with a smile: "Look, you are accompanied by your classmates at school, and a nanny at home, how nice, so many children come back home. The family is under the control of parents and can't play!" "The babysitter is not good at all, she is always nagging behind me, watching TV for a while, playing more, not taking a bath, but also eating more snacks, I don't think it will be long before, I'm going to have depression."

"Hopefully I get one that pays higher than the Coffee shop." Maddie turned to me sharply, her eyes shinning in that, 'I have news!' way. "What?" I raised an eye brow, most times, her 'I have news' ended being the kind of news that had the chances of killing us both. "Okay, so don't get mad..." "Madison Anne Hawthorn, what did you do?" I narrowed my eyes. She swallowed. "I might have applied for a job for you." "What?!" "It was a good offer! To be like a live-in babysitter to three sweet boys, and their pay was pretty high, I couldn't look past it."

Pheobe remarked with another sigh and I couldn't help but chuckle slightly. "It's just getting them a gift what's with all the sighs?" "Because I'm doomed" Pheobe sighed."I'm their substitute babysitter." "That's not a bad thing, is it?" Phoebe gave me a look, as she muttered." Do you have to ask?"

“Hello?” Ms. Monroe’s voice came through cold and sharp, with a dangerous calm that prickled against my nerves. “Are you seriously trying to kidnap our children?” I exhaled slowly, trying to hold my temper in check. “It’s not kidnapping. I’m babysitting. And frankly, this place doesn’t even qualify as a school,” I said, scanning the dismal classroom with disapproval.