𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 ! Yankee Imagines

vi. luke weaver

requested by nestorswife

   "N/N, I'M HUNGRY," Caden Cole whined as he sat on his bed and pouted. He was already supposed to be asleep, but with the party going on downstairs, he couldn't help but feel excited and awake.

Y/N knew it was pointless to force him to go to bed, that would just wake him up more, so they'd been playing trains on the floor. His baby brother, Everett, was already passed out in his crib, and now Y/N was just waiting for Caden to pass out. She knew he would, eventually, she'd been nannying for Gerrit and Amy Cole since Caden was very young, and she knew his pattern.

"Alright, I'll go cut up an apple for you." Y/N said, standing up from the floor and stretching, "But you better brush your teeth afterwards, or else you'll get cavities!"

Caden giggled as he nodded, and Y/N couldn't help but smile. She loved her job, and these kids were so precious to her. They were her second family.

As she walked down the stairs and into the kitchen, Y/N heard the voices and laughter of the party-goers. A couple of them said hello to her, and she smiled and waved, before entering the kitchen.

It was a complete mess, beer bottles and dishes everywhere, but there was nobody else in the room. Y/N opened the fridge and grabbed an apple from a basket of them, and a cutting board from one of the cabinets.

"Hey, N/N!"

Y/N looked over to see Amy Cole standing in the doorway, a glass of wine in her hand and a smile on her face, "How are the boys?"

"Everett is already knocked out, and Caden's fighting sleep."

Amy chuckled, "Sounds like him."

Y/N smiled, grabbing a knife from the block. The two chatted for a couple more minutes when Y/N washed the apple and peeled the apple before Amy rejoined the party. After she finished peeling the apple, Y/N began to cut it, humming along to the music blaring throughout the house.

She was halfway down when a loud clattering sound filled the air, causing her to jump. The knife slipped and slid down the apple, cutting her hand open.

"Ow!" Y/N exclaimed, dropping the knife onto the cutting board and clutching her hand.

The blood gushed out and onto her hand and onto the cutting board and apple slices, and Y/N's eyes widened. She clutched her bleeding hand and her eyes darted around the room, trying to find a towel.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she muttered, wincing in pain as her hand continued to bleed.

"Jeez, are you alright?"