What Derives From Hate?

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Six months passed by and TUESDAY had hired a babysitter. Her system scanned the profile getting any records. The babysitter was qualified enough.

  T.U.E.S.D.A.Y
    Miss Gibbs. The babysitter is well qualified. Why can't I hire her?

  Me
    Because TUESDAY! They could be a vesson for all we know.

  T.U.E.S.D.A.Y
    Don't you remember, you spent days programming me to do that, miss.

  Me
    I, frankly, don't remember much due to the sleep deprivation.

  T.U.E.S.D.A.Y
    Would you like me to help with that?

Me
How would you do that?

T.U.E.S.D.A.Y
You fall asleep to classical music without Nick here.

Me
Love you, girlie. Hit it!

Beethoven played quietly through the speakers as I started falling asleep on the couch. Sleep came as easily as I needed it to. A whopping thirty six hours later, I woke up. Nick must've came home and handled the kids because they weren't fussing.

Me
Tuesday, make some coffee. Thanks.

T.U.E.S.D.A.Y
No problem, miss.

I jostled around in my house, changing into leggings and an oversized hoodie of Nick's. It smelled like him and it felt like an eternal hug from him. Honestly, I just wish it was him. But he left way earlier, considering I slept for over twenty hours.

T.U.E.S.D.A.Y
Coffee is ready, Miss Gibbs.

Me
  Thanks, T.U.E.S.D.A.Y.

I picked up the coffee from the pot, sighing as it went down my throat. For once in my life, I was well, well rested. Insomnia was always a problem in my life. In MI6, as a child, now. If I thought I'd escaped it, insomnia would sneak up on me and keep me awake. It's a damn monster, relishing in my misery. Wanting me to suffer.

Me
  T.U.E.S.D.A.Y...

T.U.E.S.D.A.Y
  Yes, boss?

Me
  Hire that babysitter. I'm going into work.

T.U.E.S.D.A.Y
  Thought you'd never ask.

Me
  Shut up.

I forgot I had programmed her with sarcasm and wittiness. She never failed to make me laugh every once in a while. Having her around when the kids are asleep is a blessing. Sure, she's a robot but everything's working out.

T.U.E.S.D.A.Y
  The babysitter'll be here in ten minutes. Shall you wait or should I let her in?

Me
Not waiting would seem distrustful and wrong. I'll wait. I just need to freshen up.

T.U.E.S.D.A.Y
  Shall I inform you when Miss Cross gets here?

Me
  Don't you remember the last time you notified me someone was at the door while I was in the shower?!

T.U.E.S.D.A.Y
  Yes. Very much so. You showed up to the door bleeding from a head laceration. Poor guy dropped the pizza. I think his 'The Walking Dead' fantasy came real.