The Sinner's Saint

SICK

"Nope, not doing that, Emine." She wants me to go live with Lev and take care of him like a caregiver or a nurse since his mystery illness worsened through the night. She wants me to move in with a man who hates my guts and might actually strangle me in my sleep. I won't even last 16 minutes.

"I know you two aren't exactly on speaking terms," Emine says, squeezing my hands, "but I need your help. I'm aware of your feelings for my son, and it doesn't take a genius to know he feels the same toward you. Please, help him." I immediately snatch my hand back, internally facepalming myself. I just felt all the hands of embarrassment at once. Kill me right tf now please.

I sigh, defeated, and stare at her with my head tilted.

"I'm not even a qualified caregiver, Emine, what am I going to do?" Two weeks ago I would've paid to live with Lev every day. Now I don't even know how I feel. I don't even know what the hell I'd be doing to help him. There are doctors and nurses for a reason.

"I just need you to take care of him, he won't like a hired person, you're the only one he... likes. Plus I'm supposed to be playing Cupid or matchmaker or whatever it's called," she adds. I deadpan at her and frown as she kicks me out before I can even say anything. Clearly it seems I don't have a choice in this shit. This has officially been the worst and weirdest couple of weeks of my life.

Anyway back to my actual life as a nanny, one allowed the lids to have a day off so they all decided to just lounge around. Siena and Sasha's friends came over unannounced, catching them fresh out of bed. Normally they look crazy and they Dont care, but their friends invited extra "guests" with them, their crushes.

I kid you not, I've never seen those two run so fast to put on hoodies and makeup. Anyway, that was hours ago, they're with them by the pool now. I made them a charcuterie board and plate of this pastry thing wrapped around sausage earlier and I'm sure it's cleared by now, or maybe not, I'll ask.

"Is the food enough?"

"Yh," they yell back, continuing whatever they're doing. I'm gonna make meals for the week so they don't die of hunger. They can order in if they somehow manage to finish a week's worth of food in three days.

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After hours of slaving away I'm done with everything and I think I developed arthritis in the process. The kids went up to the movie room earlier. I heard something about a marathon, so I think they're occupied or they fell asleep. Honestly, it could be the latter.

"Guys?" I yell for them. They file in looking like the walking dead. It's as if they had an actual marathon instead of a movie one. Half of them look tired and half of them don't even know they're awake. I guess I was right.

"I'm gonna be leaving soon, I made some food, eat this when you're hungry, okay? The Rest goes in the fridge when you hear the beep, yh?" They nod and just sit around, some putting their heads on the island instead of going back.

"If you forget youre gonna have to order in and go back up; you're not awake yet," They shuffle out silently while I head to Aleyna's Mini music room to say bye to her. I drive home and start packing.

Tell me why Kendall and Nessa start laughing after I tell them what's gonna happen. I don't find a damn thing funny, he's gonna kill me or annoy me, either way one of us is dying before Sunday unless we have angry sex. No, Alex.

I was mad for a while, but Kendall reminded me he took care of me all the times I was hurt and stuff, so now I'm not angry, 'cause it's the least I can do to make up and show my gratitude for those times.

I grab a carton of pineapple juice from the fridge and haul my suitcase to the car that was already prepared to come get me, something about security and safety, blah blah. Nessa went back to sleep again after she and Kendall finished clowning me and helping me pack. At least they helped.