Imagine Babysitter Novels & Stories

A city full of memories of her parents. Being a babysitter is not an easy thing. Jasmine must be skilled under any circumstances; she should be able to do everything from bathing to making milk and choosing nutritious foods for babies. A baby needs enough love and the best nutritional intake. From childhood, if the child's development is very good, surely, when the baby is grown, the baby will also be a good person.

It barely overpowered her speech, so it was not noticeable. “Grace.” Your babysitter. Not a nanny. “You are pretty.” She batted her lashes furiously, her face exposing deep dimples as she smiled. “Thank you, Ruby. You are also pretty.” “Do you want to go look at my toys? I have an Iron Man action figure.” My, my. I was expecting some Barbie gang, but this is good. I struck a dramatic pose. “Don’t tell me, you are a Marvel fan too?” She jumped happily and smiled again. Damn, she is pretty. One can only imagine how good-looking her parents are. Come to think of it, there are no family pictures around.

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.”

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

Sounds suspicious to me. “Well, I can see that you’re a good student, trying to finish your study to have a great career, and besides, I won’t offer it to somebody I know would waste it.” Well, he had a point, “What’s the job?” “To babysit, for boys,” he reread my paper, “I saw that you have some experience with services and taking care of other people as your job.” “Sir, it’s a full-time job.” “No, I mean, you just have to watch over them, not twenty-four-seven; I’ll give you a room to stay, foods, amenities, salary, of course, bonuses, some day-offs, what do you think?”

Too bad I felt like throwing up. My phone buzzed. Alex on video call, chocolate smeared across his cheek. "Mommy! Mrs. Chen made cookies and I helped!" My babysitter appeared on screen, this sweet elderly woman who lived next door and treated Alex like her own grandson. "He was very good today. Only tried to climb the bookshelf twice." "Only twice? That's progress." I blew him a kiss. "Be good for Mrs. Chen, okay baby? Mommy will be home soon."

No warm-up. “Because I’m not just a babysitter,” I said. “I understand kids—their needs and feelings—and I’m multifunctional. I can play the role of both babysitter and professional housekeeper.” After hearing him speak, I was definitely sure it wasn't him, and it finally put me at ease. I could finally smile. For a flicker of a moment after I smiled, something passed through his eyes—something like she’s trustworthy, but suddenly, they got covered with a duvet of professionalism.

She liked to believe that it was her superpower. "We do. I mean, he can fire any of us at any time, right? When he's in a bad mood, we all learned to stay away. This way he can't vent his anger on us. Just keep that in mind and you should be fine." Fabio ended the conversation with a big smile and got up from the chair, leaving Sarah alone. She finished her breakfast and went back to brush her teeth, going straight to Benjamin's room right after. She had to wake him up and get the little boy ready for his classes. He normally had classes during the morning, so she thought it should be easy.

I was exasperated, disagreeing with her brilliant idea. Now here's the thing. It's not like my mother never appointed babysitters for me when she had business trips and contests to judge. But, all in vain, there were hundreds of complaints registered against me which led them to quit the job- which had a pretty fair pay- and now those files are probably rotting somewhere in the attic. These babysitters even took payment for their damages. I'm not a monster or anything but it's just their necessity stuff used to mesmerize me and as a curious explorer child, I was prompted to check them out.

she says. "I was hoping on that," I say commending my acting skills. "Well I'm not the real nut to crack, Ma-fe is, my four year old sister who you're babysitting." "Oh," finally my fake job here is clear. I'm a babysitter. "Ma-Fe!" She shouts suddenly startling me. "Oh Bella, would you stop shouting, that's unladylike." A round middle aged woman wearing an apron says coming into view. "Good afternoon Ma'am," I greeted.