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He is the troublemaker. But they were both utterly glued to me all the time, their chubby arms reaching for me even when Blair tried to coax them into playing with her. “They’re obsessed with you” Blair said one evening watching as I juggled the two of them on my lap. “They’re smart” I joked, pressing kisses to their cheeks. “They know who carried them for months.” “Three months” Blair corrected with a small smirk. *** The babysitter we’d found was a teenage girl named Tara who lived in the apartment above us. She was thin and pale, with dark circles under her eyes that made her look older than she was.

Lisa exclaimed as she entered the living room with Crystal in her arms. "What's wrong, Aunt?" Stephanie queried, concern etched on her face. "Can one of you babysit Crystal until I get back, please?" Lisa's gaze shifted between us, pleadingly. "I would love to babysit her." I volunteered, accepting the request without hesitation; I absolutely adore toddlers. Lisa sighed in relief. "Thank you so much, Bella. I don't know how I'm going to repay you for this, but I'm very grateful." She expressed her gratitude as she gently handed Crystal to me.

The car glided down the main road, the radio playing jazz that felt too relaxed for my mood that morning. Maritza, pink crossbody bag and battle-ready face, had already gone into the school with Ash, joining the other babysitters who looked more like a special ops unit with luxury strollers and discreet spy cams in their purses. If they handed out Oscars for Best Supporting Role in Protecting a Billionaire Kid, Maritza would take one home every year.

Lisa is the name of the babysitter who took care of Zachery before Lyra took over her role. "Is that right, Zachery?" asked Louisiana to make sure. Zachery immediately nodded his head. "Hm. My new babysitter is called Aunty Lyra. She is a famous model. Very beautiful. Great-grandma should see her. Aunty is very nice to me. She takes good care of me." Dominic immediately cursed in his heart when Zachery easily told the information. It for sure that his grandma will think something nonsense. "A famous model, hm?" 'Shit!'

I stopped in the middle of the living room. Still breathing hard. All three stared at me. Then Tyler smirked. “Why do you look like you’ve seen a ghost?” I looked at all of them. Then said: “My mum hired Hannah.” Silence. Tommy blinked. “What?” “My mum.” “Hired Hannah.” “For babysitting.” Tyler burst out laughing instantly. Like doubled over laughing. Tommy joined him. Adrian stared. “No way.” “I’m serious.” Tyler pointed at me between laughs. “You’re joking.”

She couldn't believe was about to live in one of the Desmond mansions! “I’m Jayce Perez. Raven’s best bro. Don’t tell him though, he would never admit to that.” He winked playfully towards her direction through the rearview mirror. Something about this man made her feel comfortable. He had a certain beauty that resembled the sun on a beautiful day. She helped him ease her nervousness without even trying. “You can call me Therese. I’m uh…the newly hired babysitter.” “Oh, I already know you. I also know about your spicy babysitter deal.” He said plainly.

A knock on the front door interrupted me. “I'll get it,” I sighed. Before I could reach the door, I stopped. Lyle stood there with it open. “What's going on?” I asked, confused. River, Beau, David, Jordan, Liz, and a couple of other girls I hadn't met before piled into the house. River bit his lip and tried not to smile. “I'm babysitting,” Helen said. Helen smiled as she strode down the hall. Liz and Jordan sat Xavier and Annabelle down on their feet.

Adrian turned left only to see an old lady, “Yeah, just came in yesterday.” The lady seemed nice to Adrian as they conversed for a few more minutes. And his luck by chance, she happened to know a lady who could babysit Aaron. He was quick to get the nanny’s phone number from her. And sent her a quick message before he started unpacking their stuff.

Aunt Claire said with bewilderment. “I don’t even want to know,” Calvin said as he shook his head from side to side. “How could you get a stripper to babysit a young, impressionable girl?” Aunt Claire asked with a disgusted expression. “Because she wasn’t mine. Or I thought she wasn’t,” Charles blurted out. “Well, at least Sara is good with kids.” Charles made a mental note to find a babysitter with a cleaner background in the future. Then his thoughts went back to the current situation. Debbie was going to be told. “I have no idea what to say to the girl.”