Babysitter Blues Novels & Stories

Brie laughed, also grabbing her drink from the table. "You have a point. So, the position is for a nanny? It should be simple, right?" she asked. Brie's face darkened. "His nephew is everything to him, so it's not that easy." Brie leaned forward, trying to look mysterious, and whispered. "The servants said that he saw the nanny slapping the little boy and yelling at him." "What?" Sarah asked in shock. "Shhh!" Brie put her fingers in front of Sarah's lips, so she could continue the story.

" Couples on the beach doin' the dirty tricks.... La la la la ". Ava Adams sighed and closed her laptop. Her stepbrother, Bobby was back and it meant she was in for more trouble tonight. Her joy at being hired as a babysitter dampened the moment she heard Bobby's voice. " Where have you been? " He said, the moment she came downstairs. He staggered, and Ava knew then that he was drunk. She rolled her eyes inwardly but replied anyway.

She couldn't believe was about to live in one of the Desmond mansions! “I’m Jayce Perez. Raven’s best bro. Don’t tell him though, he would never admit to that.” He winked playfully towards her direction through the rearview mirror. Something about this man made her feel comfortable. He had a certain beauty that resembled the sun on a beautiful day. She helped him ease her nervousness without even trying. “You can call me Therese. I’m uh…the newly hired babysitter.” “Oh, I already know you. I also know about your spicy babysitter deal.” He said plainly.

Lisa exclaimed as she entered the living room with Crystal in her arms. "What's wrong, Aunt?" Stephanie queried, concern etched on her face. "Can one of you babysit Crystal until I get back, please?" Lisa's gaze shifted between us, pleadingly. "I would love to babysit her." I volunteered, accepting the request without hesitation; I absolutely adore toddlers. Lisa sighed in relief. "Thank you so much, Bella. I don't know how I'm going to repay you for this, but I'm very grateful." She expressed her gratitude as she gently handed Crystal to me.

One-Hundred Sixty-Two: Construction Time Haze I am not sure how I got stuck on babysitting duty. Luckily I wasn’t the only one. Blain, Reecie, and Rye were also assigned babysitting duties. This, however, was not your typical babysitting job. I had to laugh when Dustin told us what he needed us to do. I knew why Rye and Reecie were given this task. I am not sure why he thought Blain and I would be able to help if shit hit the fan, but here we are.

"Good morning, Sir. I'm Xyneth Lava Asuncion, here to apply as a babysitter. My past jobs might not be related to taking care of children, but I'll do my best to take good care of whomever I'm assigned to." The man answers in a cold tone, still looking at a painting framed on the wall. "How can you be so sure that you won't mess up in taking care of my son?" I'm still looking at the floor, bowing my head before I speak. "I'm not 100% certain that I won't make mistakes in taking care of your son, but I'm 101% sure that I will do everything I can to take good care of him. So please be kind and patient with him."

Joan gripped her hands, holding her back. "Clean the room and leave every single toy the way it was because Emily has an OCD" Joan gritted through her teeth as she pulled unto her. "You've already said that before, like a million times. Everything's going to be fine" She added and Isa heaved a deep breath, turning back to Holly. "And if anything happens, the bar is just a few blocks from here" "Or you can call me" Isa pointed at the new babysitter. "You should call me." She nodded and Joan chuckled softly. "You should go to work, that's what you should do. Everything's under control" Joan continued and Isa held her bag closer.

I smiled, ruffling her hair and pecking her cheek. Cayson and Clayton came around the corner, still in their pajamas, rubbing their eyes. “Good morning, sweethearts,” I greeted them, ushering them to the bathroom. And I started bathing them one after the other; then we headed to their room to dress them up. The doorbell rang, as I was dishing out their food in the kitchen. Oh, that should be the Babysitter Bluey helped me to hire. "Hey, good morning," I said as I opened the door.

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.

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.