The Babysitters Club Graphic Novels & Stories

Dad lied. My backpack felt heavier than usual, not just with books but with the weight of every broken promise. I dug my nails into my palms, trying to focus on the biting chill of the Aurelia evening instead of the tremor in my hands. New mission: survive the Sterlings. New reality: I was their charity case, Charles Sterling’s personal babysitter. His babysitter. The thought made bile rise in my throat.

He grinned and set about bestowing blessings on each of the babies when Sebestian and Allen nodded. “I can't believe you kept this a secret for so long!” Olivia said as she gazed down at her cousins, all three of them. “They are beautiful, I’m so happy for you both! Lethabo and I will be at the top of the list for babysitters, yes?” she said as she hugged Allen and Sebestian and kissed each of the babies on the head, all three of them still enveloped in the golden glow of the blessings her mate had bestowed on them.

The shouting interrupts the conversation as I begin to hear the door of my old bedroom being opened. "Geepa Geepa Geepa!" "Geepa Geepa!" "Geeeeeepaaaaa!" My eyes are about to bulge out upon seeing three children of different ages reach the top of the stairs and race along the hall, meeting Calvin who is kneeling on the carpeted floor so he'd be at the same height as them, arms wide opened to receive all three minions. "Geepa why are you not wearing shirt?" "It's winter! Winter is cold! Cold must wear shirt!"