Eating Out The Babysitter Novels & Stories

“She kicked me out of her kitchen because I was ‘too loud,’ and told me to sit down and shut up.” Sienna pointed at Angela. “She doesn’t understand fine dining!” I set down my mango juice and sat up straight. “If you eat sand again, Mommy swears I’ll hose you down. And not because you’re hot.” Angela, her babysitter, flopped onto a bean bag with a dramatic sigh. “She’s got boss energy. Like, mafia CEO level.” “She’s my kid,” I said calmly. Angela rolled her eyes “Genetic crime.” I leaned back again, trying to enjoy the sea breeze, it lasted about three seconds.

“Boys, come down! Dinner's ready.” The smell of food prevailed over any surprise, and the hungry triplets eagerly headed to the table. *** The three brothers, seated at the dining room table, stared at their plates of pasta, resembling a strange mix of noodles and charred meatballs. Stacy, the babysitter, served portions with a smile, trying to cheer them up despite the culinary disaster. “Guys, you better eat everything. It's not that bad,” Stacy suggested as she served Dorian's plate. Dorian, looking at what was in front of him, asked with a disgusted expression, “Do I really have to eat all of this?”

Easton cuts in as he roll his eyes and fixed his glasses, "We need cash." "Oh?" I raised an eyebrow. "So, you decided to babysit a toddler's birthday party?" I mocked, "Because that's the best and easiest way to earn cash?" I held my temple. "I cannot believe you guys." "Sarcasm aside, it really is." I scoffed. "I do not think so." Easton grabs the black trash bag on the ground and shrugged his shoulders. "Besides, isn't it a pity that a young boy is spending his birthday without his parents because they are working?"

What I do not expect is what actually happens. Bobby walks out of the kitchen area, uncuffs us, and directs us to a small dining table. There are two plates, and both are filled with generous servings of eggs, bacon, and toast. Paige and I sit down in the chairs that Bobby directs us to, and Bobby turns a third chair backwards and sits down, with his belly against the chair rails. “Eat,” he barks at us. Neither Paige nor I move. If the food isn’t a hallucination, and it isn’t a form of torture, it must be poisoned.

A woman walked out of Max’s room, holding him in her arms, a look of concern on her face as she stared at Hollis. “She will babysit for us,” Hollis said, feeling a sense of responsibility weighing on me. “You hired a babysitter just to take me to a party?” I questioned him, surprised by his action. I mean, he hired a babysitter just for me to go to a party to take his nanny out for the evening. “Shut up, and we don’t have time to argue about this,” Hollis snapped, clearly irritated by my questioning. “She will take care of Max and Hollis while we are away.” Hollis continued, his tone firm, as he ushered me out the door.

His babysitters are nowhere. Panic surges through me, but I try to push it aside since I know I’m only imagining the worst again. “Sammy isn’t missing, and is alright,” I keep mumbling like a mantra. The babysitters may only have taken him for a stroll in the garden, or to feed him in the dining area. As I turn to leave to look for them, a piece of paper tucked in the crib catches my eye. I pick it up, and the words scrawl on it are like a thousand dagger to my already fragile sanity:

Other maids hid behind while pacing back sluggishly. “You don't really have to get angry at the maids. You keep firing the babysitters the same way you fire your workers. None of them ever satisfied you. I don't even think there's anyone out there that can ever satisfy you, you're unappeasable. Richard Sullivan, shoot your shot for once.” “What you need isn't a babysitter. You need a wife.” Bryant interrupted instantly as he stepped down from the staircase. “What do you mean?” Puzzled, he lifted a brow at him with his eyes darkened with suspicion.

Joaquin protests as Jesse picks the apple out of his lap, dropping it in the trash. "I'm sure there's a whole category dedicated to babysitting horror movies. You know, there's a horror movie just called The Babysitter. Try harder," Jesse rejects, eyeing his screen as he takes a sip of his coffee. Joaquin sighs, coming to lean against the side of his desk. "Like me or Wallace would let anything bad happen to you." Jesse scoffs, "Oh, that makes me feel so much better, thank you." "Yah. I'm serious," Joaquin mutters with a scowl, swatting at Jesse’s chest. "You think I'd ask you if I thought there was any chance it was dangerous? You think I'd ask you if Wallace hadn't approved of the idea?"

I asked and they nodded, I guess I finally got them to be my friends. A few hours later, they were both asleep and I got so tired as well, who would believe babysitting kids is this stressful, I needed to go home to get some rest but I just can’t leave Lisa home like this, she will be tired and hungry once she gets back from work this evening, as a true friend, I will take the stress upon me and clean her home then prepare something nice she can eat and also for the twins to eat once they are awake as well. I spent hours cleaning the whole place and cooking as well, I texted her when I left the place and she told me she was already on her way home and she will call me.

“Mom, the doctor knows their job, which is to take good care of their patients. Why must I call?” “You silly goose, did she even get to eat breakfast? It's noon already and only God knows what the poor child will eat, go get her food.” “Mom, I am not her babysitter, how do you expect me to get her food?”