Babysitter Blues Novels & Stories

The babysitter untied her apron as she said, “I’ve already prepared dinner for you, Ms. Emiliano, and it’s ready to be eaten now. I must head home soon. Also, Bobby had a slight fever today. I’ve brought his temperature back down, but the poor child must have felt quite unwell. You should take him to the hospital for a check-up, Ms. Emiliano. His body won’t be able to take it if this goes on for longer!” “Really? Did Bobby cry today?” Liliana frowned and hurried into the bedroom to lay a hand against Bobby’s forehead, which did feel warm to the touch. She hurriedly scooped him into her arms. “You can head back first. Thank you so much for keeping an eye on him this late in the night. I’m so

I stood up and disconnected my laptop from the plug on the floor, "I was fine today. That was until you threw me right on my face with my ex... fucken thanks to you Laura.." The older woman sighed, "here's the bitchy me, I can't babysit a 24 year old grown woman 24/7 understood? So here's what's going to happen, you will talk to Layla and then know where both of you stand so that on monday when you come back here, you will have picked yourself up and put your game on.. other that, or stay at home for fucken good. I'm running a company here, not kindergarten." It went so darn quiet as I let her words settle in. Shit! Was I seriously being babysat? Did I drag it that much?

There, before me, were them: my daughter and the woman who, little by little, was rewriting everything I understood about love, patience, and starting over. Isa was sitting on the edge of the empty bathtub, a brush in her hand and a small hair elastic between her teeth. Giulia, in her Minnie Mouse pajamas, smiled and swung her feet while letting her brush her golden hair with care and affection. They were so absorbed in each other that they didn't even notice my presence at the bathroom door.

His eyes brighten, and he slides off the woman’s lap, waddling toward me as fast as his little legs can go. “Daddy!” He crashes into my knees, clutching my trousers like I’m the only stable thing in his world. Something tightens in my chest, that feeling I’m still getting used to. I lift him up immediately, inhaling the faint scent of baby soap and cereal. The woman stands, smoothing her dress. “Good afternoon, sir,” she says politely. I narrow my eyes. “Who are you?” “I’m a babysitter. Miss Sera hired me to watch over Ezra.”

Am I really that cursed that nobody wants me around them, my presence itself triggers anger in them. The cleaning lady takes a look at me and then the entire bathroom. “My goodness you kids are always Messing up the bathroom like this.” She snaps, “Wait are you crying? Oh this is why I don’t have kid… err go to the teacher’s or the principal's office she’s the babysitter not me.” She says ushering me out.

My baby's gone. And you expect me to raise yours? Shameless. I said nothing. Just stared out the window. Mary wouldn't drop it. "Did I say something wrong? Why are you ignoring me?" Jack waited at a red light, his face turning cold. "Stella, what's your problem? Apologize to Mary. With that attitude, how am I supposed to trust you with the baby?" Mary's eyes lit up—couldn't even hide it. "Jack, don't blame her. It's my fault. Maybe I should just get out."

But I still didn’t understand why Mary turned out like that. "I was actually wondering what was wrong with you when we met last time," I said, jolting her out of her thoughts. She turned to me in fear. "So it was because you found out that your daughter was the one who poisoned me?" I asked. The truth was that Betsy had already told me everything. She was the one who took the nurse that bought the drugs. Lydia's secretary bought an abortion pill while her own daughter bought poison. The mother wanted to kill my kids while the daughter wanted to kill me.

He asks taking a step forward. “I called you a bloody bastard... Mr Gordon punch him hard on his face which sends him to the floor. “How dare you an ungrateful out call me that?” he roars. He advance toward him on the floor and makes an attempt to hit him again on the floor and he feels a fragile holds on his hand. He forcefully yanks his hand off the grip and he hears the sound of someone falling on the ground with a loud thud. He looks back and behold, it is the new babysitter that he hired to watch over his son.

She tended to chat with friends until she missed her ride, especially since her dad wasn't around to pick her up. I still wasn't happy playing babysitter, but since I promised Zane to look after his sister—and when I commit to something, I commit to it one hundred percent—that's what I'd do. Yesterday, I had another upgraded security system installed around her house to monitor her from the neighboring apartment. She was livid when the installers showed up at 6 AM, disrupting her sleep. She gave me hell that morning, but by the afternoon, she'd cooled down. It was necessary because the less trouble she found herself in, the less I worried, allowing me to focus on my business and plot my reve

, He spoke, and I stared at John, who seemed to be more in shock at the situation than I was. "Son, that's Liz, your babysitter! ", John said recovering and crouching down next to the boy, who didn't seem to understand what was going on. "No daddy, isn't she mommy?", Bryan asked confused, and I decided to jump in. "Hi Bryan, what's up, I'm Liz, I'm your new babysitter, I'm not mommy, but, I have a son who is almost your age, would you like to see a picture of him?", I asked crouching down next to him, and he nodded, so I took out my cell phone and showed him the screen shot.