Stuck with a Punk ✔

No. 22.: Hiring a babysitter

If you are uncomfortable reading erotic scenes, know that they can be skipped. They are marked with a bolded heart where the scenes begin and end.

I called Carly. I also enslaved Justine for another day. It was something I just had to do after my awkward conversation with Carly was over. I mean, c'mon, I randomly called a random girl if she could babysit a random kid I randomly adopted.

Though, I think I was the only one experiencing the awkwardness. Over the phone, Carly seemed excited and eager. She told me she is free whole week, except on weekends, which is fine by me. That's the reason I am meeting her today to get to know her.

I wanted to ask her yesterday if she could babysit today, but I figured it would look weird. Besides, Justine demanded Italy for babysitting in the office, I might as well get everything from the deal.

Of course, a big fight erupted between us. She'd scream at me why haven't I called her friend, why does she have to do all the hard work again and I believe I was also named a dickhole. Basically, nothing new happened this morning.

However, we're about to see how the rest of the day will unravel.

Carly and I agreed to meet at my place since I can't leave Devon completely alone and I'm yet to meet his babysitter. I've already made my decision that I want her to watch over him. All of this is just a formality and so when she'll appear at my doorstep, I'll know she came for Devon and not for me. Imagine that disappointment, though!

I don't go to extreme lengths with my outfit like I did with Mr Ritchie. God, a shiver runs down my spine whenever I think of that guy. Even though I am dressed in a random T-shirt of pale cream colour and regular blue jeans, I still look mighty good.

I don't know what kind of food Carly is into, but all I can pray for is that she's not a vegan. I'm not much of a cook. Sure, I know how to peel potatoes and how to cook various meals, but if I can choose, I'd choose not to bother with cooking.

I really want to take Carly to a restaurant where I wouldn't have to bother if something is still in the oven or if I used enough of salt. But if I take her there, I'll have to worry about Devon throwing up or sticking something in his mouth, which isn't necessarily a food.

I hear the doorbell right when I check how the chicken is doing in the oven and the feeling of nervousness overwhelmingly runs through me.

I let the chicken breasts and potatoes rest on the counter. I don't want to risk burning this meal. It'd definitely mean a bad start.

I get to the door, open it and... Hot damn!

"Hi, are you Nathan?" Big smile lights the whole hallway and the voice adds even more spiritual kindness to it.

"Y-yeah. Carly?" Once the fairly tall creature nods, I let her in and give myself some time to observe her, even if it's just from behind. Better view from here anyway!