What are you doing, stepbro? Ben Solo x Reader

Chapter 18

When the children come it is a nightmare. You realize the parents are pawning off their horrible behaved children to someone else. And the shit these crotch gremlins spew from their mouths is absolutely unhinged.

You did see the guy from before, Din, bringing his son who has an even weirder name, Grogu. He's the smallest one here and ugly in a really cute way. He doesn't listen to well but doesn't insult you like the other kids too.

Emily. Of course. She'll probably grow up to be a mean girl at the rate she's going.

(A/n I apologize to all Emily's reading this)

"My mom says makeup is only for ugly girls."

"Uh huh." You say, signing her in on the chart.

"Yeah! You should get some." Her tone is vile and this isn't a case of no filter. She's doing this on purpose.

You did not wake up to beef with a ten year old but here you are.

"Emily, did your mom ever tell you if you're so rude you grow up to be ugly?"

"Then you must've been so rude."

"Yeah! Like you, hon."

Her jaw drops in surprise, and then her face turns angry. All of a sudden, she punches you in the stomach and you grab her outstretched arm, and lean down to whisper in her ear.

"Talk shit one more time and I'll tell mommy you hit Grogu instead of me. Go line up."

You let go of her arm and she walks away in a huff. You don't get paid enough for this, no, you don't get paid at all.

Luke calls your name, "Time to warm up."

This you definitely did not sign up for.

You find your place beside Luke and across from the children who are spaced out in a line.

Luke introduces you to the class, "This is my niece. If you're hurt or need to use the bathroom she'll help you out."

You feel strange he introduced you as his niece but before you can think further he begins the warm up.

"In," Luke says, "out." As he does pushups, referring to breathing. 

Your arms feel wobbly after two and all of the older kids are snickering.

After stretching Luke begins teaching the basic moves to the children and you sit on the side of the mat.

The ugly but cute kid waddles over.

"What do ya need, buddy?"

"Potty."

You look him up and down. He's four and probably barely potty trained. He'll need help and you grimace. Also not what you signed up for.

You take him to the bathroom and you pause at the door. "Do you need help?" You ask.

He nods and you sigh. You lift him up onto the toilet and look away as he does his business.

He goes to walk out of the bathroom without washing his hands or flushing the toilet.

"Flush the toilet and wash those damn hands."

"Dad says people who swear are bad. Are you bad?"

This job will be the death of you.

You gasp fakely, "Where I grew up damn isn't a curse word. Pinky promise I won't curse again." You say holding out your pinky.

Won't curse in front of him again, to be precise.

He washes his hands and you wash yours with a sigh. This is free labour. Illegal.