The Babysitters Club Graphic Novels & Stories

She pointed toward the nightstand where she’d apparently left a few crayon drawings earlier when she came in. One showed three stick figures holding hands under a big yellow sun, with a fourth tiny scribble that looked suspiciously like a baby sibling. “That’s me, that’s Mommy, that’s you, and that’s… maybe a little brother or sister one day? I want a baby brother, though.” Kimberly’s eyes widened slightly, a surprised laugh bubbling out of her as she glanced at Bryce. He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused, but there was a new heat in his expression as he met Kimberly’s gaze.

“Look, I even colored you a whole bunch of pictures.” With a flourish, he pulls a stack of papers out and hands them to me. “My little artist,” I grin, ruffling his hair. I can’t wait to put them up where I can see them. Every last one of them. “He really did,” the babysitter says softly. “He cried all last night.” Miles’ eyes widen. “Did not! I was a big boy!” I chuckle and tug him closer, kissing the top of his head. “Well, I’m here now, little wolf. Don’t you worry.”

I hear the bell on the front door, but I just focus on my breathing. A pretty girl with a baby strides in like she owns the place. In a way she does, I guess. Oscar's sister is beautiful, and she's carrying the baby like she was born to do it. The baby is chewing on his fist. I wonder if he is hungry. I don't know much about babies. I used to babysit when I was a teenager to make extra money, but I had never watched a baby this young before.

Greet this girl with a cheerful manner, as usual. The three friends greeted Baby at the same time. "Good morning" "You want hot sweet tea or hot chocolate milk? Baby." Adam was getting ready to make a drink for Baby. "I'd like hot chocolate. Thank you, Adam." Baby sit and wait for the hot chocolate milk. The man winked the one eye. "With pleasure I will make a special hot chocolate milk for you." Betta-Betty is busy cleaning the house, the twins seem eager to work as usual. Baby is amazed by the twins who are always passionate about work and have a harmonious relationship with each other.

They return two minutes later with chips and they force me to put on the most annoying, brain-rotting animated show ever. I need to put on my noise canceling headphones and stare at the wall, thinking maybe those sixteen children I thought I wanted aren't a good idea. Babysitting is only fun when Bobbie is with me.

now laid directly on top. Tony quick at picking it up. His hand quick at yanking off the bow and the lid only to pause. His hand quick to reveal two sets of baby bibs. One that said “Some daddies wear hard hats and boots but mine wear suits and guns” while the other one said “Of course I’m cute. Have you seen my mommy?” chuckling at the memes does Tony soon spot a picture. The picture being that of an ultrasound. The picture showing two tiny little blobs. Each with four tiny nubs. Lucus and his brothers all smiling. The need to see their Queen rising as they waste zero time in opening the door. Their cocks instantly hard when they finally spot their last final gift.

They both looked so happy, their gazes fixed on the babies in their hands, and they looked like a perfect couple who had just been given a wonderful gift. Not able to hold back anymore, I flipped through the next pages, and they were all filled with pictures of Emelia and Maverick with the kids. I kept flipping through pages, and I began to wonder if perhaps the kids ever had their own personal pictures or the ones they only took with their mother without Maverick. Almost at the end of the album, I saw a picture of only Jersey and Jael, and I smiled. I removed the picture from the album and gently caressed it as a smile graced my face.

Little seven years old Emma was playing in front of her house, she was all alone. Her parents were at work and her babysitter was an eighteen-year-old girl who barely cared about her, she was busy with her boyfriend inside the house and did not care that a seven-year-old child was all alone outside the house. She gave her Twinkies to eat and let her play in the front yard of the house. Emma had her bicycle with her and some other toys. She had her tiny backpack with her that contained the Twinkies and a watch that was given to her by her babysitter. Emma was a smart child and she understood how watches work. The babysitter gave her one, so she would not ask about the time and told her not to

“Thank you, Emma.” The other cubs crowded around, not wanting to be left out. Each one had their own masterpiece to share. Tommy had drawn me training with the young warriors, complete with little speech bubbles saying “Be stronger!” and “You can do it!” Lisa's picture showed the whole pack running together under a full moon. And little Max, only four years old, had created what he proudly declared was just me, Kane, and Zane smiling — though it mostly looked like three happy blobs. Emma watched from the doorway, her eyes soft. More footsteps approached, and the Beta pair appeared with fresh clothes and… was that chocolate chip pancakes?

Taking out her phone, she immediately zoned out as she browsed websites. Aria and Caden finished their lunch and colored a bit longer as they observed their inattentive babysitter. Trading silent looks, they eventually stood. “Excuse me Miss Babysitter, we’re going to take a nap now,” Aria declared. “Fine. Whatever.”