Novel & Cerita Mary Anne Babysitters Club

But he clung tighter, refusing to let her go. “I missed you, Mommy,” he murmured into her robe. “I missed you too, my baby.” Anna brushed a kiss against his hairline before tipping his chin up. “Did Nora take good care of you while I was away?” Nora was the new babysitter—an upbeat college girl who carried sunshine in her smile, working part-time to save up for her tuition. Aiden’s grin stretched wide, ear to ear. “She did! She’s really nice.” Anna raised a brow, amused. “Oh really?”

“Let’s go put some food in her.” “And in you.” “Yea…” my tummy rumbles softly in agreement. “And in me.” We head to the nursery and I take out MaryAnne from her cot, her ginger locks spill out of her hat, and big brown eyes stare up at me. “Hey, Annie,” I coo. Her little lips quiver and she lets out another loud cry, forcing giggles from my lips. “You better put a boob in her mouth.” I hand her to Quincy. “I’ll go heat up some food for you and me.”

Amy groaned, turning to look at her with puppy eyes. "Fine." Mary just had to agree with her; she was right. "Alright, I think I am good to go; I can already feel your laser eyes on my skin, and frankly, I am not ready to be toast meat." "Haha, very funny." Mary glanced at her phone for the umpteenth time. The babysitter was getting late, and she was beginning to get worried.

My Gangster Babysitter is the fourth book of the Love For The Wicked Series. This is a spinoff of Mrs. Martinelli, The Perfect Mafia Wife, and contains a few spoilers. Either way, this can be read as a stand-alone. Please don't forget to follow me on my lnstagram account Castiellj. . . ~Benny~ It felt like hours when in reality; it had only been five minutes. The clock was ticking. Shaving off the five minutes I’d been ogling this metal door, I only got twenty-five left before the guards swept the basement for their rounds.

“What about the seven little ones? Who’s with them?” Amy sniffed and squared her shoulders. “Doc Hathaway. She took leave from the infirmary once Dr. Carrington decided to stay full-time. She volunteered to stay with the babies while I go help.” I blinked. “All seven?” “Anthony, Moon, Thistle, Selene, Castor, Pollux, and Venus. Doc even made a chart and posted it to the fridge. She’s scheduled herself and two nannies in shifts.” I let out a slow breath. “She’s a saint.”

"My name's Aurianna, but you can call me Anna. I'll be staying here with you and your dad for a while." Her whole face lights up like a Christmas tree. "So... are you Daddy's new girlfriend? Wait-are the two of you getting married?!" "What?!" Zayne blurts at the exact same time I do. I stare at her, horrified. "Oh-no, no, no, sweetheart. Definitely not." Zayne waves his hands. "God, no. That's not-no. She's, uh... she's my, uh..." "Babysitter," I say dryly.

“Just let me finish, Miss Brooks, and please do not interrupt me anymore.” My face reddens with embarrassment, but I nod. “I have tried the agencies, but no one wants to be my baby’s nanny. Truth be told, she has gone through a total of ten nannies in just one month.” He seems to consider his words and pauses. Ten nannies in one month. Just wow, Lucy. “Nobody could last longer than three days with her, and I am in a really tight situation here. Which is why I am offering you a position as my baby’s caretaker.”

A tall, chubby girl—about six feet tall, red-haired, with cheeks like rising dough—barrels through the squabble, sending two maids crashing to the floor. “I will do it,” she says, not sparing a glance at the maids wincing on the ground at her dramatic entrance. Mira brightens. Martha chuckles. “This is MaryJane,” she says proudly. “She has worked in this mansion since she was a child. Hasn’t it…” She pauses thoughtfully. “Been twenty-five years?” “Yes, ma’am,” the bully replies stiffly. Martha gasps. “Wow, how time flies. I remember when she was a little girl, running around this kitchen, stealing biscuits.”

Kylian’s secrecy made it my responsibility to ensure she was safe. The council library door stood partly open. Warm light spilled into the hallway. I pushed the door wider. Mary Ann sat at the long table surrounded by paperwork. Maps of Hollowbrook covered the surface beside seed orders and construction plans. She was asleep. Her head rested on one folded arm, dark curls spread across the papers. Her other hand still held a pen loosely between her fingers. For a moment, I remained in the doorway. In sleep, the strength she carried during the day softened. Her face looked peaceful and younger, almost like the academy girl I remembered before I taught her to fear my attention.