Not Just The BabySitter

Test Run: Eventful.

Alcina's Pov

I walk in from a long day at work. Although lunch was eventful~. Y/n and her little friend were there. Maxine? Yes, her shaking like a leaf to meet a woman such as myself, was adorable. Babbling over my name, I crack a smile. There's a good chance she might be bi-curious now.

I shed my shoes as my children run to me.

"Mom!"

"My batlings come here to momma. Oooh I missed you." I pick them up kissing their heads. "Did y/n get you on time?" I said as she walked over with a snack plate of fruits and cheeses.

"Yeah!"

"Perfect. Thank you,y/n."

She nods at me and sets the plate on the coffee table. Y/n sits on the couch, my girls run back over to her and the snack plate and begin eating.

"Sooo~ who was your little friend with you?" I muse, y/n sits up straight and tenses up.

"Oh, Maxine? Yeah, she's a good friend of mine. We went to college together and ended up at the same publishing agency."

I smile leaning on my couches back.

"Did you two talk about me ?"

"Of course we didn't."

Of course, I catch that white lie. Games it is then.

"So maybe you could shed some light on this for me. Can you tell me what a MILF is?"

I already knew what it was, but to watch y/n choke on a strawberry was more sweeter.

" Y-you heard that?!"

She says in between coughs; my smile widens, confirming my accusation... " Do you want to tell me what that acronym means?"

"MILF? What's that mean, y/n?"

The plot thickens when Cassandra asks out of curiosity. I can see y/n panicking in the hole she's dug herself in.

"It Means, Mother I'd Like to be Friend."

"So, Mom is a Milf?" Daniela Chirped.

I laugh out loud at y/n's grave mistake, as she blushes in embarrassment. She gives out a sigh of regret and nods. My children so innocent and pure not know the TRUE meaning behind it. I pat y/n on her back.

"Pack it up, hun." I laugh.

y/n shakes off the jab in her emotions. I come around the couch and sit next to her watching this silly children's show about three spies trying to save the world while all going through high school.

" Did you watch this growing up? It's so...preppy."

I am ignored y/n is lost in her childhood. I do not blame her. As an adult, you need a little moment of purity from the hardened and cruel world. I lean in to grab some grapes and a couple of pieces of cheese indulging in their nutty flavors. Sitting back I get more comfortable in the furniture. My hip and arm gently connect to y/n's. her breath hitches coming into contact with my body. I make the first move and rest her head on my chest.

Y/N's heart beats fast, I can hear it close as if in her very throat. I relax, taking slow and deep breaths I wrap my arm over her shoulder, resting my hand in her soft hair. I stroke gently.

"Afraid of a little cuddle,y/n?"

She gives me a shake and cuddles in closer hiding her blush in my chest. " I just missed this." She admits to me sheepishly. " I missed cuddling." Y/n's voice breaks, trying to hold in her sorrow.

I pull away from about an inch; slightly bringing her chin up to look at me. I can see freshly sprouting tears in her eyes. Wiping her tears away with my thumbs I take her by the hand and lead her upstairs.

"Momma where you going with y/n?" My three called from the couch. "Grown-up stuff. Little bats need to take no interest in." they look at each other and back to me and nod.

"Okay, momma."

We finally get to the top of the stairs and down to the hallway. I stop with her behind me, looking at the two doors that are mine. Straight ahead and to the right of me. Bedroom or Office. Every fiber in my being is saying bedroom, an intimate setting of pure comfort. My office could work but then again, doesn't seem like I'd care about her feelings and she's already been in my bedroom once.

I take the shot and head in. I sit on my lounger pulling her into me. "This is the second time you've shown me you're sadness. It's time you tell me about her."

Y/n rapidly shakes her head at me. "Alright if you refuse to tell me about her. I will tell you something I rarely share with anyone," I stroke her locks. "Not even my own children," I add staring up at the ceiling. "I'm sure somebody somewhere knows my secret. But I'm going to tell you. I'm an orphan and my children aren't really mine. There orphans like me...."

Yn sniffled hard and looked at me. "Not yours?
But Cassandra looks like you."

I nod. This is true, but I can remember how I got those three.

"I know. But Mother Miranda was nice enough to grace me with my sweet darlings you know and love."

"Mother Miranda?"

"Yes, my adoptive mother. The woman who adopted me and my other siblings. But as how my daughters became to be mine...Mother found out I was baren. I tried to keep it a secret. My birthday came around and she gave me 3 little girls to foster over. I grew fond of them and they became my babies."

"So your mother found you in her orphanage. And gave you three kids from the same orphanage she's been running?" Y/n asks me in between her sniffles.

"Yeah, that's my origin for how I met my adoptive mom." I chuckled sheepishly.

"You said you had siblings? Who are they?"

"I did. Well, eventually you'll meet them. I have a sister; her name is Donna. Two brothers Karl and Salvador."

"Adopted right?"

"Yeah, we're all one adopted family. But we all still function as a stable family does."

This small conversation tells me she's finished weeping and I hug y/n every so gently, earning a small gasp. "Better?"

Y/n gives me a nod and on a mother's instinct I press my lips against her forehead.

"You needn't worry about not having anyone to cuddle now. I will be here for you." I tell her softly.

"As my employer right?"

I chuckled.

"At the rate we are going to won't be. And I think my daughters know that."

Y/n blushes.

"I wouldn't mind that." She Mumbles.

"What?"

"NOTHING!" Y/n shouts and jumps out of my arms. " We should go back down to the girls. Let'em know I'm okay now." I watch her exit my room. I lay back again smiling a little, starting to become grateful that Lillian quit And my little ones are playing matchmaker. I honestly have no complaints.

We spend the rest of the night with y/n dinner, dessert, and a movie or two before bed. I readied them for dreamland kissing their foreheads and turning out the lights. Returning to y/n I watch her gather up her things. I honestly don't want her to leave. my heart aches as she looks back at me walking towards the door.

"Stay."

" I have to work in the morning. And I have already spent the night." Y/n reminds me as I step forward. " I know, I enjoyed having you here. And in my bed... like you. I don't want to be amiss with something. Or in this case, someone that feels right to me." I take another step my heart leaping into my throat. "wh-what are you doing?" Y/n asks me nervously leaning back against the door. On instinct I press my body against hers, cupping y/n's chin in my grasp, and plant a hard kiss on her lips.

I gaze upon her lips darting to y/n's eyes pulling away from her. I can hear y/n swallow hard registering what just happened.

"Stay.....Please." I begged.

y/n opened the door and slipped out behind it. I opened the door watched her get in the car and sped away.

"Fuck."

N/A: I'm sorry lovelies. I know you've been waiting for months. it got pretty bad here on my end. that depression and writer's block took me out for a nap. More to come!