Babysitters Movies Novels & Stories

The mystery woman wasn't a mystery anymore and he didn't know which one bothered him more. "She's asleep. Goodnight Mr Stahom" the babysitter answered as she walked to the garage. Michael instructed the driver to drop her off as he climbed up the stairs to his daughter's room. He wanted to take a hot bath and go to sleep, he was exhausted. It had been a long day.

Cynthia replied and blew kisses at her boys. “And they don’t bother you?” “No Maggie, they don’t. The kids can’t make a mess, because Saon makes them clean it up. The Roberts keep the boys busy and James keeps them safe. Bradley hangs around here and sometimes helps me bake. He just hands me stuff and makes sure Nadine follows her zoom classes. I’ve got a bunch of babysitters that are making my life easier. Why would I complain?” Cynthia smiled at her new friends. “Besides, your glass has been full for the last hour and I didn’t have to get up.”

I bent down and picked her up, spinning her in the air, her laughter filling the space in a way that chased away any shadow from my chest. "Good morning, my princess. Did you sleep well?" "Yes! Isa let me sleep with a very fluffy bunny plushie. But you promised!" She pointed her finger at me, very serious. "I promised...?" I pretended to be confused, even though I already knew the answer. "Today is Saturday. Park day! But I want to go to the movies too. Isa said there's a new fairy movie playing!" I glanced at Isa, who was trying to hide her smile behind her coffee mug. She looked at me shyly, but her eyes had that sparkle that left me breathless.

At twenty-four, Clara Mercer is the sharpest, most indispensable Executive Secretary at Sterling Enterprises. Armed with an MBA, ironclad professionalism, and an unwavering drive to secure her financial independence, she has spent two years maintaining a strict boundary between herself and her cold, ruthlessly attractive boss, CEO Damon Sterling. Damon is a man defined by corporate dominance and emotional stone. Guarded and cautious after a bitter, high-profile betrayal by his ex-wife, his only soft spot is his four-year-old son, Toby. But Toby is an untamable genius who has systematically terrorized and fired seven elite nannies in three months. When Toby triggers a company-wide emergency

Both mine and Olli, but Oliver acts like such a stuck-up bitch that doesn't need a sitter, he acts as if he's a million years old instead of being in his twenties, I don't know what climbed up his ass, but it sure as hell didn't come back down. "Yes, monkey, you're the one climbing up the tree, not me," she yells again. "Right, you're the one barking at it," I say in a low voice hoping she won't hear me, but she did, Luna was a great babysitter, she loves kids, but once you pass the ten years old mark, she turns into the worst bitch you've ever met, and I'm dead.

“He’s so sweet.” Yeah, the cat being close with a little kid is probably the most rewarding part of Barry. As we watch the movie, I feel my eyes getting heavy. With the baby, sleep has been difficult. I try not to alert the girls to the exhaustion. But when I suddenly jerk awake, I can tell something has gone wrong. The movie is finishing up, and the girls are still grasping every word. I feel something wet, however, moving from under me.

It was either I watched them while cooking, which was almost impossible, or I left them with this Eve girl. Neither of them was ideal, but the latter seemed better, though I didn’t want to leave my sons with a stranger, no matter how good a girl Dante said she was. It didn’t matter that we were going to be under the same roof; she was still a stranger. I had never left them with someone I didn’t know. The babysitter I always left my sons with back when we were in France was a sweet high schooler whom I knew quite well. But I guess there was a first time for everything.

"You know? We're like a tiger and a cat—anyway, I'm the cat—but I love my stupid sister. So, if you watch over her for me while I’m gone, I’ll owe you big time and I’ll bring you a gift when I get back—" "Are you stupid? You already owe me so much from before," I said wryly, cutting him off. He grinned. "Wait? Is that a yes?" I shook my head. "I don't know, man. I can help you find a better person to watch over her. Someone without a criminal record. But me? I'm not sure I can do it with everything I have to handle. And I’m not much of a babysitter."

“The worst has passed.” I barely heard him. My eyes were already on the bed. On David. He was tangled in the duvet, his cheeks flushed, his hair damp against his forehead, but his breathing was steady—slow, even, real in a way that grounded everything else. I stepped closer without thinking, my hand lifting to brush his hair back. “What happened?” I asked quietly. “Maria said the fever kept rising.” “It was a stress response layered over a mild infection,” Dr. Evans said. “The move, the change in environment—it overwhelmed his system. Children don’t process disruption the same way adults do. Their bodies react.”

Without realizing it, she kissed his cheek again and again. “Noah, Mommy needs to take a quick shower and change clothes. Wait here, okay? Don’t cry,” she said softly, planting another kiss on his round cheek. “Mommy’s boy is so clever,” she added with affection when Noah laughed widely, his tiny mouth opening in pure delight. After saying goodbye, Elizabeth handed Noah to the babysitter whom Mawar had recently hired. Elizabeth had been confused. Mawar seemed to have plenty of money—enough to hire an additional babysitter—despite already paying her generously to care for Noah and nurse him directly.