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And a stack of baby books. I blinked. “What is this?” “Operation: Calm the Hell Down,” he said, setting his phone down and walking toward me. “Doctor’s orders. Zero stress. So that means I feed you, distract you, and read to you until you fall asleep.” “Damian,” I murmured, hand to my chest. He grinned sheepishly. “I had Chris bought a few books. There’s one on high-risk pregnancies and another on baby names. Oh, and one called What to Expect When You’re Expecting to Lose Your Mind. Thought that one might be relatable.”

Fair. Apparently being a baby wasn't a valid excuse. Reasonable honestly. Several minutes later she disappeared. God. Then returned carrying an alphabet book. Fair. A very large alphabet book. Reasonable. The kind usually intended for children who could sit upright. God. Not babies who occasionally sneezed at random. Fair. Then Lily sat directly in front of Peanut. Reasonable. Opened the book. God. And school began. Fair. "A." Reasonable. Peanut stared. God.

Glancing pointedly at Kaitlynn, I said, “And you don’t think that would jive with me because…why, again?” When she floundered for an answer, Gabby stepped in. “She’s big into romance novels.” Lifting her eyebrows meaningfully, she added, “And you know what that means, don’t you?” “It means…she likes sex?” I guessed optimistically because there was a lot of sex in those kinds of books, weren’t there? Well, great. I liked sex too. Loved it, in fact. Ergo, we should get along splendidly. “She likes romance, you buffoon,” Kaitlynn explained with an impatient sigh. “She put together the book club Gabby and I are in.”

Lenora was covered in paint) -Lawrence and I Liam could not help but smile as Abigail kept showing him more pictures. -This was the twins on their three-year-old birthday. -A matching outfit given to them by Bella’s mum. -“She actually loves painting than having a nap,” Abigail said, referring to Lenora. -This was on their first day of school. -Lenora’s current picture -Lawrence current picture. After showing Liam their pictures, He took Abigail's warm hands in his.

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?”

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.

“Look, I even colored you a whole bunch of pictures.” With a flourish, he pulls a stack of papers out and hands them to me. “My little artist,” I grin, ruffling his hair. I can’t wait to put them up where I can see them. Every last one of them. “He really did,” the babysitter says softly. “He cried all last night.” Miles’ eyes widen. “Did not! I was a big boy!” I chuckle and tug him closer, kissing the top of his head. “Well, I’m here now, little wolf. Don’t you worry.”

As I brushed and tied her hair into a half-up, half-down hairdo, I asked her about the babysitter. . "Do you enjoy being with the babysitter most of the time?" . "Well, I enjoy being with you more, but you have to work. I have no other choice." . "... I'm sorry Amy..." . "It's okay, the babysitter is not evil at all, she is cheerful most of the time and she never raised her voice on me. Well, I never did anything naughty anyways. On the bright side, she likes to play games with me too! She draws very nicely too, and she taught me how to draw as well."

But before I let myself fall asleep, I read his last reply. Brother R: Rest now, my baby sister. You'll get over with it. Don't worry, I'm here for you. Don't hesitate to call if you need some ears to listen you. I smiled and replied, Sure, bro. :)