Babysit Synonym Novels & Stories

“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.

Alaine said, and I just sat there staring dumbly at him. "I don't have a babysitter, she's my nanny." Ray said, turning bright pink. "Babysitter or Nanny." Alaine said, "they still mean the same thing." "Alaine, the babysitter is there so that nothing bad would happen." My mum scolded looking like she was having a second thought and I silently prayed she did. "Besides, I trust Ray not to do anything funny. Right?" She said looking at him for confirmation. Ray nodded.

Emily had also been quite busy since she volunteered to help at a single mothers' institution, a place she and Douglas found out about through his sister Nora, which was quite surprising, actually. "Yes, she is," Charlotte confirmed. "She's an adorable child, and Nicole knows that well. We have several babysitters taking turns caring for her, as well as Melanie and me. So, we agreed that it wouldn't be necessary to leave Eloá with babysitters after school. She stays at our apartment until Oliver gets home from work, which is a short time, actually." Knowing that my little one was being taken care of in Brian and Charlotte's apartment until Oliver arrived filled me with relief and happiness.

My daily schedule is babysitting a FUCKING bear, which sucks. "Yeah, I'll get back to you right away." I smiled and looked around. Secure! 💰💰💰💰💰💰

His lips puckered in confusion. “Mamma, what is babysitter?” he asked, tilting his head slightly. The word was new to him. “A babysitter is someone who takes care of small babies,” she explained softly, brushing his hair away from his forehead. He listened carefully, processing the idea, but the slight crease between his brows remained. “Mamma, are you going to leave me alone?” he asked quietly, the fear hidden beneath his simple question. Her heart tightened at that. She knelt down to his level and shook her head firmly.

"Doing what?" "Babysitting, mostly," she said, leaning in, her eyes shining with a warmth that felt dangerously genuine. "For a very wealthy family. They have this little girl... Oh, Mama, you should see her. Her name is Louise. She’s... she’s adorable. She has these big, soulful eyes and she’s so smart. I’ve only been there a short while, but I already love her so much. Sometimes, when I’m holding her, I feel this connection... like I’m her own mother. It’s the strangest, most beautiful thing." The world stopped.

My mother asked as curious she could get. One of the most life-threatening traits of her personality, because she would get into the depths of it. I don't think it's even supposed to be titled as curiosity as told by her. It's more of a nosing into people's business but I can't tell that to my mother. That'll be an insult. So I prefer the term spy. Maybe she is my FBI agent... "He's my babysitter. What else was I gonna say, mom?" I huffed, slouching on the couch in the state of boredom and utter disbelief.

he giggles as the bunny rubs his ear on his thumb. “You good?” Archie asks, even though he knew he won't be getting any answers from his pet. He runs his hand on its head and checks the cage to see its bowl is half filled with milk. “Let have your bowl fill up. Shall we?” we grin, standing on his knees. He drops the bunny beside him and decides to fill the bowl with more milk. He grabs a bottle of milk from his pet cage and pours a large quantity into the bowl. “I won't be coming here more often like before, I've gotten a babysitter and she's the last good woman on earth.” Archie beams and smiles shyly, recalling how his babysitter was treating him like a child, earlier at the dining.

He ordered and I only nodded He smiled at me and was about to climb the stairs when I called out to him, “Sir, Jaxon, what are their names by the way? I didn't get to ask it last time.” “Oh, right. The chubby one is Summer and the slim one is Winter.” He answered and hurriedly went upstairs this time. Guess he really is in a rush. I fed them lots since they didn't seem like they wanted to stop eating, do they really love my cereals that much? “Summer?” I called out and the little boy looked over to me with such wondering eyes. Hehe, cute. “And then you're winter.” I smiled at the little girl and she clapped and once I got closer, she poked my nose gently.

Sophia's enthusiasm was infectious, and the idea of seeing James again—seeing Killian with James—sent a flutter of anticipation through my chest. “What about work?” I asked. “I have got the London site opening, media interviews, donor meetings.” “Perfect! Handle your business stuff early in the week, then stay for the weekend party. Make it a proper babymoon.” “A what?” “Babymoon. Last romantic trip before the baby arrives. Very trendy among pregnant celebrities. You could use the rest, Em. You sound exhausted.” She wasn't wrong. The foundation expansion was demanding every bit of energy I had, and the pregnancy wasn't making things easier.