The Babysitters Novels & Stories

Her bright eyes stared at him and he was the one feeling embarrassed this time, " I had forgotten that with who you are and the lives you had lived, you did not get to do normal things I did. Watching you try new things and seeing the wonder in your eyes is one of the best things in this world. Now back to our discussion." Standing on her tiptoes, Katia kissed his chin and listed the next thing that she thought should be done before the older children could babysit the younger ones, "Everyone interested will need to take childcare classes and first aid, CPR, and AED training. Once they complete the required classes then they will have their information entered in the computer program, you ar

"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..."

Helen knocked lightly and Katherine started laughing. “Baby, mommy has to go back to work now. Be good for Miss Bea.” “OK. Bye mommy.” Came from a young voice on the phone. “No. Newt! Newton! You have to close…. BEA!” There was laughter from the phone and the office next door. “I’ve got it.” A woman said from the phone and Katherine thanked her before ending the video call and putting her phone away. “Come on in, Helen. You’ll have to forgive me, everyone around here is used to me yelling at the babysitter. Three year old boys and technology do not mix.”

“A man? What kind of man?” “Apparently, there was a big creepy looking man with a threatening demeanor who seemed to follow you. Recently, she said he was even at the park as you two were there with Antonino?” “Aaah.” My worry morphs into a big grin. “This is my babysitter. Don’t worry!” “Your babysitter?” He looks at me skeptically, crossing his arms over his chest. “Who got you one?” I sign a cross over my lips and close my eyes. “This is a secret.”

Belle Kensington POV “My baby. Bring my baby right now,” I ordered the two babysitters. Both of them looked at each other with unsure expressions. Neither of them heeded my command. My two babies, still in their arms despite me being the mother. “What are you waiting for?” I snapped, getting annoyed. “I don't have time for all this nonsense. Give me my babies right now!” I screeched impatiently. “But, ma'am. We've been instructed to look after your baby while you're recovering. And you're in no condition to carry a pair of weak babies. They still need special care in this room,” replied a nurse with short hair, who disliked my arrival the most.

I rest my elbow over the back of my chair and cross my legs at the knee. "When was the last time you saw your kids?" I ask Antony, if only just to do something. My eyes find Mariam and I watch her introduce herself to an older man with feather light grey hair. She's fine so I move my gaze elsewhere. "Not since I was hired to watch you," Antony replies. I find Emma and Terry and keep my eyes on them. "Sorry. Hopefully you'll get back to them soon. Do they know what you do?" "The oldest is fully aware. She misses her dad, though. I call her when you sleep."

Lisa exclaimed as she entered the living room with Crystal in her arms. "What's wrong, Aunt?" Stephanie queried, concern etched on her face. "Can one of you babysit Crystal until I get back, please?" Lisa's gaze shifted between us, pleadingly. "I would love to babysit her." I volunteered, accepting the request without hesitation; I absolutely adore toddlers. Lisa sighed in relief. "Thank you so much, Bella. I don't know how I'm going to repay you for this, but I'm very grateful." She expressed her gratitude as she gently handed Crystal to me.

"Daddy doesn't like storms when it's dark. And you don't like storms. So I put you together so nobody was scared." "Your father is the Chief Executive Officer of a multi-billion-dollar global enterprise, Toby. He is not afraid of storms," Clara said, leaning in closer. "And locking people inside rooms by bypassing the smart-home terminal is a direct violation of building safety protocols!" Toby remained completely unfazed by the corporate vocabulary. "It worked, though," he pointed out with flawless four-year-old logic. "You didn't leave." Before Clara could formulate a structured legal counter-argument to a toddler, a heavy, slow footstep echoed from the doorway behind her.

Without realizing it, she kissed his cheek again and again. “Noah, Mommy needs to take a quick shower and change clothes. Wait here, okay? Don’t cry,” she said softly, planting another kiss on his round cheek. “Mommy’s boy is so clever,” she added with affection when Noah laughed widely, his tiny mouth opening in pure delight. After saying goodbye, Elizabeth handed Noah to the babysitter whom Mawar had recently hired. Elizabeth had been confused. Mawar seemed to have plenty of money—enough to hire an additional babysitter—despite already paying her generously to care for Noah and nurse him directly.

“From now on, you’re not just my babysitter. You’re mine. Understand?” Anya’s voice broke on the single word: “Yes.”