Babysitting Books Novels & Stories

Chapter 87 The full extent of the reading project became clear to her on a Sunday morning when she went to the study to return a pen and found that the nightstand collection was only half the story. The desk had a second stack. Larger. More varied. Not just the general pregnancy and fatherhood guides she had found upstairs, but more specific volumes: a book on early childhood language development, a dense academic text on the neuroscience of attachment, a slim practical guide to infant sleep that had been annotated so heavily in the margins that the white space on several pages had been almost entirely replaced by his handwriting. Beside the largest of the volumes sat a legal pad covered in

Before Jay could say anything, Angeline instructed Baby Zetty, "Baby Zetty, go grab the book Hacker Empire from the study." "Okay," Baby Zetty responded cheerfully. In no time at all, Baby Zetty walked out with a huge stack of books. Jay quickly got up to help her. "These books are really advanced, Mr. Ben. Mommy said that they’re books for geniuses. When you’re done studying these books, can you answer my mommy's doubts for her?" Baby Zetty was trying to create a chance for Daddy and Mommy to meet. Jay responded in a gentlemanly manner, "Sure."

The innocent in a child’s eyes are like magic, they have no idea the pain an adult feels even while they’re laughing to stop crying or smiling for no reason. There were often three to four babies being dropped off at a time with no consideration that they are all on different schedules and Capri would be exhausted after they were all gone. Not so often these days did Capri get called into work so usually it was ok to babysit. On this particular Saturday three hours in. her assistant had an emergent and had to leave immediately.

The house was quiet; the nanny had already finished and left, leaving just me and the children. Later that evening, after dinner, I sat with the kids in their room. I picked up one of their storybooks. “Storytime!” Caleb clapped his hands, bouncing on the bed. “Alright, let’s see what we have tonight…” I opened the book. The pages showed colorful drawings of a family of three camping outside under the stars. I cleared my throat and began to read:

This is when most people made the 'oh crap' face (as Michelle called it) and some dumb comment about them going to be a handful, like I didn't already know that. But Paige didn't do that. "Awwww! I love babies! We are going to be best friends you and I. And Aunty Paige is going to give you all the help you need. Baby sitting for date night or just a day with Aunty so you can get a nap, I'm your girl." Paige exclaimed, biggest smile I'd seen on her face so far. Paige and I had a seat at the table, gabbing about the book and the babies, interchangeably. A customer came in and I stood up to help them but Grams waved me away so I sat back down with Paige. We continued talking for a while until M

“My name’s Therese. I’ll be with you everyday. Nice to meet you!” “You mean…you’re my new attendant?” “Uh y-yeah. Something like that.” “How long will you stay here?” Therese’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “I’ll stay here everyd–” “Will you also leave me when you get tired of me like the rest of ‘em?” Did he mean his previous babysitters? Oh god, how many did he have before her?

─𖤝─ Rino ─𖤝─ Valeria was curled up next to me on the couch, a soft blanket draped over her legs, flipping through some thick parenting book with pastel-colored pages and a smiling cartoon baby on the cover. I had my arm thrown over the back of the couch, half reading over her shoulder, half pretending not to care. “Talk softly to your baby,” she read, trying not to laugh. “Gentle tones help them feel safe and secure.” I snorted, grabbing the book from her and skimming the page. “Yeah, sure. My old man never talked softly to anyone, and look how I turned out.”

I smile while grabbing the story book and open it seeing that it looks like Mummo’s book or at least the illustrations do. “I thought you might like this on, it reminds me of the stories Mummo used to tell us,” Raven shrugs her shoulders and points to the back showing it has a lot of short stories with illustrations. “It’s perfect, what else should I get?” I question while looking around after Rebecca comes over and grabs the clothes I picked out. “I would wait for things for the baby till we can start a nursery. Have you been sleeping comfortably; one book mentioned a belly pillow?” Raven questions while looking around then at the pages of a books she has in hand making me shake my head.

Maybe I just needed to take it one step at a time. I picked up a few books, leafing through them slowly. There was one that caught my eye—Baby’s First Year: A Journey of Love and Growth. It was filled with gentle advice, but it was the illustrations that drew me in. The little smiling faces, the soft colors, and the reminder that it was okay to feel unsure sometimes. I tucked it under my arm and kept looking, feeling like I could breathe for the first time all day. An hour later, I was sitting in the bookstore’s small cafe, a cup of tea in my hands and a pile of books next to me. I wasn’t rushing to go anywhere, just sitting in the quiet, letting the calm settle in my chest.

POV: Lena Moretti I found the books on his nightstand on a Monday. I wasn't snooping. I was looking for a phone charger I'd left in the living room and wandered past his open door and there they were. Three of them. Stacked in order of thickness. "What to Expect When You're Expecting." "The Birth Partner." And a thinner one called "New Father's Survival Guide" with a sticky note marking a chapter about the first six weeks.