The Babysitters Novels & Stories

the babysitter said, making sure my baby was in good condition. Still, my body felt weak. “But am I okay?” I asked, seeking reassurance. I felt tiredness creeping up on me, but the joy of seeing my daughter overcame everything. “You’re going to be fine, Ariane. We’re all here for you. This is a very precious moment,” the babysitter replied with a smile, doing her job to make sure everything went smoothly.

She only felt that as their elder sister, she should watch it with them and teach them. She went to the playroom next door and saw Tianna sitting over there seriously. The two babysitters were carrying Oreo and Candy while she said, "What we watched just now were numbers. It is the easiest. You are all still young. It doesn't matter if you still can't understand. I will teach you in the future!" Sigrid was speechless. "They are only two months old. How will they be able to learn those numbers?" Sigrid did not have the heart to tell the truth to Tianna. She only went in and asked the two babysitters to carry the children back to the master bedroom.

She noway allowed anything about it when she started removing her clothes in front of him. “ Alright, you want to know why I ’m frenetic at you also I ’ll tell you. I've heard how rich people hire babysitters to raise their children while they go out partying and on passages and I'll not be like that. I'll raise my child and give he or she the love that they should get from their parent. I do n’t need any nurse raising my child. You sit there agreeing with them about hiring one without indeed agitating it with me first, ” she said, angrily snapping at him.

Behind them is the babysitter. "Not at all, Love. I'll be fine." I answered before smiling at her and she did the same. It was then the babysitter handed me a clean towel so I looked at her. "It's for the blood in your hands." She smiled at me and I did the same as I accepted the towel. "What's your name?" I asked her and she bowed her head. "My name is Becka. Rebecca Armstrong. And I'm the babysitter." She said and I nodded.

I had encountered her on Peers, a tested and trusted website for babysitters and parents to connect. “Good evening, Miss Alvarez,” She greeted, bundling and unbundling her fingers, “My name is Sophie Carter, your babysitter, sorry, Jeremy's babysitter.” “It's alright,” I replied, “Good evening, Sophie. It's nice meeting you. Thanks for coming by at such short notice.” After three futilie hours of searching on the app for a babysitter who could be available as soon as possible, I'd found Sophie. “You're welcome, ma'am,” She said, “Is there any allergies or dietary restrictions that I need to know?”

“Because if Kira and Martin are here, and you guys are here and your main sitters are all here…” Kole sighed. “We actually got a babysitter.” I raised an eyebrow. “Oh, you got a babysitter?” He laughed. “No. We got babysitters.” Knox nodded. “Yeah.” I looked at him. “So who?” “The woman who helps Grandma Mabel.” “Oh, her caregiver?” “Yeah. Her caregiver's daughter and sister are all at my parents' house with the dogs.” My eyes blinked. “The dogs?” “Yes.” He said it so seriously that I almost laughed.

The car glided down the main road, the radio playing jazz that felt too relaxed for my mood that morning. Maritza, pink crossbody bag and battle-ready face, had already gone into the school with Ash, joining the other babysitters who looked more like a special ops unit with luxury strollers and discreet spy cams in their purses. If they handed out Oscars for Best Supporting Role in Protecting a Billionaire Kid, Maritza would take one home every year.

Now that job belonged to my secretary, Carmen, sixty-eight years old and with eyes that missed nothing. “So, how is the new nanny?” she asked, appearing like a ghost and handing me a fresh cup of coffee. I took a sip before answering. “Giulia liked her. By the second day, they were already matching outfits.” Carmen smiled, the kind that said I told you so without words. “And you?” The coffee suddenly tasted bitter. “She’s… competent. We’re still adjusting. It’s only been two days since Isabella arrived.” Competent. As if I were describing a new security system, not the woman now making my daughter laugh at breakfast.

My brown hair is still pulled into a neat ponytail, and my equally brown eyes portray the right amount of eagerness. “Good evening, I’m Lila Garcia - the babysitter,” I mumble beneath my breath like I’ve been doing all the way here. I release a breath and then push the doorbell button. But as I wait patiently to be answered, my eyes swing sideways. Engraved on the mailbox is a name that has been responsible for most of my nightmares… Brooks.

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.