the billionaire and the babysitter

chapter 9

~POV Niall~

I see a doctor doing some shitty work before I go into a deep sleep. "Who is that?" I ask, sitting up in pain. "Don't worry about him," the doctor says. "I want to talk to him before I do this surgery," I tell them.

"Dr. Murphy, can you come over?" The doctor asks. He walks to us, and I look at him. "I am Niall Horan," I say. "I know. Why do you distract me from my work?" He asks. He is autistic! That's why he is doing all the shitty work. "I want him to do the surgery. I want him to be my doctor. If he is here for that," I tell the other doctors.

I can see how excited he is, and it makes me smile. "Sir, we can't do that," the doctor says. "Well, then no extra money, I guess," I say. They sigh, knowing they need it. "Fine Dr. Murphy will be your doctor,"

~after the surgery~
~POV Niall~

I wake up and see my doctor. "The surgery went very well! Thank you for giving me a change," he says. I see Liam with the kids. "Can I tell you something, doctor?" I ask him, and he nods. "You see Noah and grace?" I point at them. "Yes, they are your children," he answers. "Yeah, noah is autistic too a different one, but he is, and Grace has OCD," I tell him.

"I noticed that," he says. "Don't let anyone walk all over you again, okay?" I ask him, and he nods again. "When can I go home?" I ask him. "You can leave today," he says. I stand up and thank him.

I go home and grab myself tea. For the others, too, of course. "Daddy? Can i be a doctor?" Charlotte asks me. "You need to work really hard for that princess," I say. "He saved your life! I wanna do that!" She says. "I think everyone can become something important," I tell her. "Cool!" Grace says.

"You okay?" Zayn asks worriedly. "Yeah, I am fine, thanks," I say with a smile. Zayn is an amazing assistant, and I think he needs a raise in his work. He deserves it cus he always has the hardest time when I am in a bad mood. Lately, that is a lot.

"Zayn, can we talk?" I ask him, and he nods. He sits down and looks a little scared. "How much do you make?" I ask him. "25 a hour," he answers. "I want to thank you for sticking around, even on my bad days," I say. "No need for a thanks. I just enjoy your good days," he says. "How about a raise? In your salary?" I ask him. "Are those drugs? Is he on drugs?" Zayn asks. "No, maybe but still! How about 50 a hour?" I ask him. "Seriously?" He asks. "Yeah. Your girlfriend is pregnant, right?" I ask, and he nods. "You can use it then," I say. "Thanks," he says.