the nanny stripper | j.b.

cuatro

tabitha

i woke up the next morning to an empty bed. the last thing i remember was zariah coming home and ruining mine and daniel's fun.

he always went out for runs in the morning, it's helps him stay fit, as he says.

i felt my phone vibrate

from pattie - hello tabitha, can you babysit jaxon today till 8:00 pm?

i didn't have work today because i had the whole week due to making the customers happy.

to pattie - sure, what time should i be at your house?

i got up and headed to the kitchen.

"you're up early." zariah said while flipping a pancake.

"i have to go babysit a kid."

"what the, you got the job?!" she squealed.

"not at the day care but i met this lady who asked if i could babysit and i agreed." zari came over and hugged me

"that's amazing news tabby, i'm so happy for you." i smiled as she went back to cooking.

i looked down at my phone.

from pattie - can you be here in 50 minutes?

i looked down at the time, 8:15 am.

to pattie - sure, can you just send me your address?

moments later i received another message with her address.

"i'm going to go get ready." zariah nodded as she went back to flipping pancakes.

-

"i feel like this is too much."

"it's not tabby, you look great." i've probably changed outfits more than eight times.

i looked in the mirror for the 5th time.

denim skinny jeans, a white spaghetti strap shirt, with a light brown long sleeve cardigan, and my white nikes. i had a little bit of make up and my hair down, lose curls.

"okay, i'm going to go grab a coffee then head to her house. i'll text you, call me if anything." she nodded as i gave her a hug and she smiled. "i am so happy for you, love you." i said the same and drove off to starbucks.

it wasn't packed like it usually was in the mornings. when it was packed, it would take me 15 minutes to get a coffee.

this time it took my 5 minutes, so when i got my coffee, and i quickly headed to pattie's house.

i wanted to make a good impression of myself.

-

when i arrived at pattie's house it was as if i was at a castle. the house was gigantic, i kept reading the address to see if i typed it in correctly, and i did.

i grabbed my louis vuitton handbag i purchased at the mall a few days ago, and grabbed my coffee cup with my other hand.

i locked my car and threw my keys inside of my bag, i took my phone out, opening snapchat and sending pictures to daniel and zariah of the house.

"you better not sell those pictures to the paparazzi." i jumped as i turned around to see justin bieber shitless, with some nike shorts, and sweat running down his face.

i cleared my throat,"i was just, you know i shouldn't be explaining to you why i took those pictures." he raised his left eyebrow.

"you should be explaining because this is my house." my eyes grew wide.