Ch.1-Stubborn

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---AN:hey guys so this story was originally going to involve Blake Griffin but I decided against it just because I want to expand my fan base a little. However, The main characters name is still going to be Blake so if you want to image it's him you can. It will just be a totally different lifestyle. But it will still be the same type of drama filled story so read it!!!! If you haven't read my other books and you don't want too and/or you don't know who Blake Griffin is that's cool too! Just read this one and I hope you guys like it. Thanks!------

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Blake's P.O.V

"Babe we don't need a babysitter" I said walking down the stairs. I don't see what she even wants one for. She doesn't work. I do. She's at home all time. This makes no sense. She doesn't need help we only have one kid. 

"Blake yes we do. You're always at work you don't realize that Zach is a handful"
She said from the kitchen.

Zach is our son, obviously. And "she" is my wife, Mellisa. Zach is 8 and is past the super annoying stage. He can walk, talk, and basically feed himself. She doesn't need help and she's over reacting. All she's doing is going to cost me more money we don't have.

------1 week later--------

"Blake can you please clean up after yourself!?" She yelled from the living room. She's been yelling at me all morning to clean up ever since I told her the babysitter is coming. Don't ask how she convinced me. I still don't agree but, it got her to shut up. Also, this girl didn't cost me much so it's not too bad. I just hope she's not some annoying little 13 year old.

She chose the girl, I just talked to her on the phone. She didn't sound super young but you never know. Mellisa says she is also my friend, Chris', babysitter. Me and him have never discussed her but at least that makes me feel a little more comfortable.

I do not understand why Mellisa is making this such a big deal. I doubt this little girl is going to care about wether  our house is clean or not.

10 minutes later I hear the door bell ring and obviously it's the babysitter. I don't move from my position, I stay on the couch watching TV as Mellisa opens the door. She calls me with a very annoyed tone so I sluggishly get up and come to the door. I don't see why I have to meet her if I'm the one who is never going to be around her. She should be telling our son to come downstairs.

Once I get to the door, I'm a bit surprised. She looks older than she sounds on the phone and she's kinda pretty. Not in like a weird way, I'm married. I'm just saying.

"Blake this is the babysitter, Sam." Mellisa says with a fake smile on her face. She's mad at me, great. One more thing I have to worry about. "Hi Sam" I said shaking her hand. "Hey" she said smiling back. Wow her smile is perfect. Not like that. I mean, she must of had like braces or something.

"Alright well I'm going for a run. Blake show her where Zach's room is an all that good stuff. I'll be back" she says kissing me on the cheek and smiling at Sam on her way out.

I don't know what that was all about. She doesn't even have on clothes to run in. We will discuss that later. For now I have to show this little girl around my house. Something I'm not looking forward to.

After I close the door behind Mellisa, I go back and sit on the couch. I'm watching Bob's burgers and I would like to finish this episode before I leave for work.

"So are you not going to show me around or..?" Sam said standing awkwardly in my living room. "Is it that serious? I mean you can figure it out." I said trying to be nice. I don't think it's working. "No need to be rude about it. fuck" she said sitting her stuff down and heading upstairs.

Who the fuck does she think she is. "Aye, I don't know who you think you are but don't use that language around my son, got it?" I said getting annoyed as fuck. "I think I'm Sam. Your babysitter, unfortunately. And oh sorry sir, I didn't know I was around your son at the moment. Asshole." She said rolling her eyes.

It was kinda cute in a way. But I mean like in a little kid way I don't know. I just ignored her and let her go find my son. I don't have time for this.

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