Babysitter Blues Novels & Stories

I do not like authority, but I truly need it and need to be put in place every now and then. I would not have much of a problem if dad had hired some thirty something, tall, hot as hell, handsome hunk, in fact I would have been thrilled to have an absolute hottie as my babysitter- but instead I have Greta and I find her absolutely atrocious. At least I will not have to see her sour face for a week, this is the only time I can say thank goodness for Bassa!

“Make sure he follows these. Hydration, proper meals and actual sleep. He's in your hands now.” I watched the two of them like I had been outmaneuvered in my own boardroom, Deborah folded the papers nearly, her expression triumphant. As the doctor left the room, the silence returned and I groaned playfully dragging a hand over my face. “So now I have a babysitter. Wonderful.” She grinned, leaning back in her chair. “Careful, Mr Blackridge. I might actually enjoy bossing you around for once.” “Not a chance, Miss Brown,” I smiled. “Not a chance.”

Without changing my expression, I tapped the DNA report with my finger. "The report says I am the child's mother. I gave birth to him." "It's already proven! Why are you dragging this out?" Shirley cut in impatiently. "She's the mother who abandoned the baby. It took a lot to make her take responsibility. Just file the parentage already!" The clerk's expression hardened instantly. "This is absurd! Do you think this office is a playground? I can't process this registration. Please leave." Shirley's face went blank as panic crept in.

She wanted to punt her out a window. “Sky,” he muttered, “Let’s just go home.” He stepped past her toward the door, stopping just inches from her shoulder. Close enough she felt the warmth radiating off him. Elisa gasped dramatically, like she’d just witnessed someone cancel Christmas. “Wait…hold on,” she squealed, rushing forward in her sparkly heels. “You’re leaving? Already?? Sky, that is literally so lame.” Sky’s head whipped around. “Excuse me?” Elisa folded her arms, hip popping out with Olympic-level smugness. “You just got here. And you’re gonna dip because your babysitter got a little messy?”

Blue stood with a sigh. “Let me,” Anya smiled warmly, reaching into the stroller. In moments she’d taken the bundled child outside, bouncing him softly and humming mostly to herself. Blue had fondly nicknamed her a walking miracle. She’d soothed babies for a living. All she could do was offer a wordless smile of appreciation as she relaxed in her chair. All her husband could do was wrap an arm around her and rub her arm comfortingly.

TOKYO, JAPAN CHLOE MAE BERSALES was wanted! Indeed. She'd been wanted in a good and bad way—from her enraged father to being a billion-dollar Baby Mama of an innocent soul that she would meet nine months from now. The page of her book went beyond extraordinary when the billionaire CEO of Greyson Stockholdings disclosed an offer she could not resist. Well, that was two months ago and in baby steps, she learned to play along in the cycle. An unexpected yet interesting progression in her old mundane life.

my aunt chimed in, entering the conversation and once again showing her disagreement with my idea. "What I'm going to do is something absolutely 'normal,' Aunt," I countered delicately. "Where is Eloá?" Oliver had brought his daughter with him because his wife had fired the two young babysitters for the girl, and he hadn't taken a liking to any of the professionals his wife had hired for the job.

They didn’t tell me exactly why they wanted to see me, just that I should present myself at the administration office. As I crossed the pediatric hallway, something unexpected happened. I stumbled upon a little blonde girl with green eyes; her face was pale, and she seemed to have difficulty breathing. I reacted instinctively and grabbed her arms before she could fall to the ground.

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.

I asked. “Oh, Miss Tissa keeps crying, ma'am. Maybe I missed you," answered the babysitter. “Hey, I already paid you handsomely. So you do your job well. I am busy." I immediately ended the call. Strange babysitter. Even though I also want to have fun, she also bothers me. "What's wrong, why do you look so angry? I'm here to make you happy," said Ronald. “Ah, I have too much trouble. I just want to enjoy my days," I answered.