Sometimes I Do

Chapter 1

"Evelyn? Evelyn wake up." I felt a hand on my shoulder, lightly shaking me. 

"What? Why?" I mumbled.

"Don't you have to be at work by seven? It's 6:45." James whispered. My eyes sprang wide open. I didn't say a word, I just got out of bed and got dressed. James doesn't like vulgar language, so I wait until I am fully ready, and walking out of the house.

"BLOODY HELL!" I yelled, walking down the stairs.  What's the point of rushing, I'm going to be late anyways. I fished my cell phone out of my black leather purse, and dialed my co-worker, Ashley.

"Sunshine Smiles Daycare and Pre-School, this is Ashley speaking, how may I help you?" 

"You answer your personal phone like that?" I laughed.

"Oh my goodness, I didn't even realize I was answering my phone. I've been here since midnight, one of the kids spilled grape juice on the number rug, NOTHING will take it out. What's up?" 

"I woke up late, I'm on my way but I'll be about 10 minutes behind."

"Oh that's alright, there's only a few kids here anyways."

"Try two teaspoons of vinegar, a teaspoon of hydo-peroxide, and mix that with a cup of water and soak."

"What?"

"The grape juice, the stain. That should take it out. If not I'll handle it when I get there."

"Oh, alright! Thanks sweetie, see you soon."

"Yup, no problem. Bye." I hung up, and began walking to work. 

Upon arriving at the daycare, I discovered I had forgotten my wallet. I brushed it off, and promised myself I would go back on my lunch break and grab it. Ashley was scrubbing away at a dark purple splotch on the white carpet, smearing violet colors across the rest of the floor.

"Ash, I said soak, not scrub." I lectured, walking past her. I'll just have to deal with that later. I have to clock in if I want to get paid for work today. I bumped into a small boy, and bent down to apologize.

"I'm sorry sweetheart, I didn't see you there! Have you been here before?" I asked, smiling. The boy had long, blonde and curly hair. It was pushed back by a blue cloth headband, which almost perfectly matched the color of his bright eyes. 

"No, he hasn't." A deep voice spoke above me. I stood up straight, to look at who I thought would be his father. Boy was I wrong.

"U-um.. My name is Evelyn. Who's this?" I pointed to the boy. The dark haired man, roughly my age, smiled.

"Not my kid if that's what your wondering. This is my brother, Lincoln. I'm Jeremiah."

"It's very nice to meet you, Jeremiah. And it is also a pleasure to meet you, Lincoln." I shook Jeremiah's hand, and Lincoln stuck his hand out to shake mine. I laughed, and shook his hand as well. 

"Well I have to get going, job and all, but I'll be back to pick you up at 5, okay bud?" He directed the last part of his sentence to his brother. 

"Okay." Lincoln said, hugging Jeremiah's leg. Jeremiah was roughly 6'3", with dark chocolate colored hair, and blue eyes identical to his little brother's. Lincoln barely reached his thigh. He couldn't be older than 5.

"Come on Lincoln, I'll introduce you to some other kids, okay?" I took his hand and led him to the toy section. "Bradly, Sarah, will you come here?" The two of the sweetest children in the daycare bound right up to me. "This is Lincoln. Would you mind showing him around and keeping him company?"