Oc Babysitter Novels & Stories

He thought. *** Orva laid on her bed watching Kebbi through the partially open bathroom door. He was naked, brushing his teeth. His muscled, six-four body was still intimidating after all these years. She had known him most of her life. At twelve, she became the babysitter. Robert and Carmen were babies then, but now, Carmen looked so much like her mother; Rita that it was scary, and Robert wasn't her Little-man anymore.

“That’s a lot harder than it sounds. I’ve seen kids play before. Hell, I was a kid. I’m surprised I’m alive. My mother always said she expected to bury me before my tenth birthday.” “That’s awful,” I replied. “Trust me, Oliver isn’t that kind of a kid. His biggest danger is a papercut from one of the books he reads. He’s not exactly the outdoorsy, adventurous type. Not yet anyway.” “There are plenty of people who will babysit for you,” he said. “I’ll pay you double what I would pay a sitter,” I offered. He groaned. “You have to have his food ready. Feed him before I show up. I don’t cook kid food.”

The babysitter lasted four hours. Her name was Cara and she came highly recommended by two pack families who described her as unflappable, experienced with supernatural children, and entirely trustworthy. She was twenty-two and had been working with pack children for three years and arrived on her first morning with the calm professional confidence of someone who had handled difficult situations before and expected to handle this one. By noon she was sitting on the kitchen floor with her back against the cabinet and a slightly distant expression, like someone who had briefly visited a different reality and was still processing the return journey.

I force the thought away and begin to scroll faster. Waitress. Sales assistant. Cleaner. All of them pay too little, not even close to the amount of money I need, but just as I’m about to give up, a new job listing appears on the screen. A Live-in Babysitter Needed At A Private Residence. Immediate Start. Responsibilities: Care for an 8-year-old girl, light household duties I pause for a moment. Something about it makes me look closer. Then I see the pay. Salary: $4,500/month + bonus upon successful 3-month probation.

Vanessa sat at the chair she'd stood up from earlier and faced him, her chest heaving up and down. "Relax. I won't charge you for the damages you caused to the book and sitting on my chair without my permission, lady." Jack 'reasssured' her and then took out a document from on of the drawers in the table closest to him. He threw it towards Vanessa who caught it and opened the first page to read its content. It was the contract document that she'd need to sign before becoming the official babysitter/ mommy for Lisa. She started to read carefully and frowned at the contents.

I clarified and he nodded before speaking. "So.. you have come here without anyone's persuasion and you are doing this because you love your job. Am I right?" he questioned and I nodded. "Yes sir." "Great miss White! My daughter name is Chloe Roberts who's only five. As I'm a busy man there's no one to take care of her, that's why I'm hiring a babysitter." he started to explain and I listened to him carefully. "From tomorrow onwards, you're the one who's going to babysit my daughter and my P.A will give you the schedule of your work time and further details regarding the job." he finished and my lips parted slighlty.

He'd been hoping his mum had retired to bed, but he found her sat perched on the sofa, looking up with a pleading smile as he approached. He knew exactly what this meant. "No. I told you, I don't mind babysitting, but I need notice," Caleb told her. "My boss just asked me to pick up the morning shift," his mum whined. "I can't really afford to say no since I've been pestering for extra shifts." Caleb sighed heavily, giving her his most evil glare. "Please, Caleb?" she whined, pressing her hands together in prayer. "Whatever. You can help me look after the little shit," Caleb said to Alice.

"He's just a kid." "He's a monster," she hisses through the phone. "A future psychopath. When I took the kitten away from him, he said he'd...I can't repeat the words he said, sir, because I'm a Christian lady and I don't..." "Can you stay one more hour?" I beg. I sound pathetic, begging this geriatric babysitter to give me a bit more time, but I'm running out of options. I can't just leave work anymore--I'm just an employee, not the boss, and with Evelyn gone so much of the time and my law firm closed, I need every dollar I can earn. "Please. I need to see if I can get his mother to..."

"I can't just go clubbing like I'm twenty-two again." "You're twenty-eight, not dead. And we'll get a sitter. My cousin's daughter does babysitting—she's very responsible, has CPR training, the whole deal." Wednesday was already pulling up contact information. "Come on, Ambelyn. When's the last time you did something just for yourself? Something fun and frivolous and completely unrelated to work or parenting or survival?"

"Ooh, Mrs. O'Brien, I didn't ask you." The room filled with laughter as Yvonne rolled her eyes. Kia asked, "And where's Chris, anyway?" "He left," Claire replied. Kia sighed. "Oh, how disappointing." She turned to Arnold. "Arnold, will you babysit me today since your son left?" Amelia laughed. Arnold smiled. "I have work, Kia, sorry." Kia shook her head, frowning. "Then who's going to babysit me?" Kia asked, pouting and sitting down.