Brahms heelshire smut 🥰

Part 1 <3

You had seen an ad for working as a nanny/ babysitter for the heelshires. You had seen just how much were paying and jumped in your seat! You didn't even mind it'd be a month either. They had accepted your request to work and you started packing! Shorts, T-shirts, skirts, bras, underwear, those sort of things. Once you had everything you'd need you looked up directions and drove to the house. You thought the name seemed a bit English and fancy but you weren't expecting an entire mansion.
As you got out and gazed up at the staggering building you walked up to the door and knocked a few times. The door creepily and slowly opened, almost on its own.
But you saw an elderly woman right behind the big door. "Oh, hello! I'm here for the job opening you listed." You had rehearsed it over and over to get it right. "Yes." The lady said. It seemed like she had just been to a funeral. Her dark dress, glazed over eyes, it just seemed like she never had fun before in her life. "May I meet the child?" "Right this way." You followed the woman down into a massive living room. You saw an old man standing in the room looking about as dead as a corpse could look. "Um h-hello...!" You said shakily. The man stared daggers down at you. he was about 5'9", and knowing his age and being so shrunken down he probably used to be much taller. "This is our son, Brahms." The man pointed to a doll you didn't even notice at first sitting on a chair. It was a big doll. It could probably be taller than you, for crying out loud! You felt terrible because you knew it probably was supposed to have been made in memory of their son. "Oh! Well hello, Brahms!" You said as nicely as you could to the doll. The doll was make of a sleek porcelain, with dark brown hair that was slicked back. "Well, we must be leaving as soon as we can. We've written a list of things and rules we'd like you to do while we're gone. It will be on the table. Take care." And with that, the heelshire went as quickly as you had met them.