Evan Peters Imagines and One Shots

Mother Goose Pt. 5

My relationship with the kids grew daily. They were much more comfortable using their abilities around me, however, certain abilities caused issues. Thomas' truth-sensing ability made it harder for me to sneak his grapes without noticing, and Julia's mind-reading ability made her the meddling child for me and her father.

Kit had become more than my boss. He'd become my best friend. Each morning, he'd wake up and greet me with a smile and we'd talk until he left for work at the gas station. On days when he stayed home, he would help me around the house and with the kids, even when I told him I didn't need it. I'd shown him some of my family recipes and he'd shown me the difference between dirty and fresh oil. When the children were asleep, Kit and I would sneak into the living room with a bottle of wine. He'd put a record on the player and we'd dance around the living enjoying freedom from the children's antics until one of them woke up and asked me to escort them to the bathroom because the hallway was too dark.

The weeks felt like they'd flown by as I adjusted to my new routine, but nothing compared to Saturday morning. I didn't have to wake up the house too early since the children didn't have school and Kit opened his shop later than on the weekdays. Plus, I had a little extra help with the kids, as Saturday morning cartoons were my savior. The Walker siblings were calm as they stared at the television, their eyes glued to the dancing characters as they sang along with them. The whimsical diversion gave me plenty of time to prepare a massive breakfast for the household as they sat in the open room adjacent to the kitchen.

A sweet maple aroma plagued the room, seeping through every nook and cranny of the house and recovering my memories of the diner where I'd met the family. Memory lane grasped me in such a chokehold that I hadn't even noticed a half-awakened Kit exit his room. His nose directed him toward the smell- specifically toward me. Sleepily, he stumbled his way behind me, and with his mind not aware, his firm arms wrapped around my waist. Warmth rushed over my body as I gave in to his touch, my body getting into his grasp like a warm blanket.

"Honey, that smells amazing- makes me believe I woke up in heaven!" Kit praised.
His grip tightened as he pulled my waist closer to his. His gentle lips pressed against my collarbone, leaving me without a word to speak for a moment. Slowly, I turned my head to face him. His lids were slightly open, making me unsure whether he was sleepwalking or truly belonged in Briarcliff. Although, one thing was for certain: he was a pleasant sight for the eyes up-close and from afar. But he was also my boss.

Suddenly, a bell rang in my head and my motherly instincts kicked in as I recalled the two kids only a couple of feet in the next room. The children weren't the only ones in the household with special abilities anymore. As a nanny, I'd become more reflexive for the assurance of their well-being, almost as if I'd pushed them out of me myself. My head whipped around quicker than a cheetah on the prowl as I glanced into the living room. The fantasy on the screen had them enraptured. Neither of them had even turned either of their heads yet. Thankfully.

Julia had already been giving Kit and me absolute hell about how she wanted me to be her new mother- and Thomas, well, Thomas drew stick-figure versions of me in their family photos. Thomas also lost his freedom to use his crayons unsupervised anymore. The last thing either of us needed was to feed the kids' excessive imaginations and expose them to their father's current nature. And this wasn't what people meant when they said they made their meals with love, so I didn't need to be snuggled with the man who paid me over the food.

"T-thank you." I stuttered.
I leaned further from him, but that did no good as he only followed my scent, finding my skin once again as he pecked at my shoulder blade. There's no mystery why he had two kids by two different women. Hell. It wouldn't surprise me if he introduced me to five more with how much he'd started groping me.
"But I must shatter your beliefs... Mr. Walker."