Rated X Imagines

Nanny Issues

Y/n's POV
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"Chelsea, I'll be working late tonight, so can you stay another hour until Daniel comes home?" Her smile brightened as I said that Daniel would be here instead of me. I knew she had a crush on my husband, and am I threatened by it? Not one bit. Dig didn't marry her, he didn't put a ring on her finger. Nor did he give her two beautiful children. I'm that lucky woman.

Sometimes, I have my doubts. She's younger, more attractive, and takes care of my kids when I'm not around. Hiring a nanny wasn't my idea. I'd rather have Mama Justine take of my children when I'm not around, not an eighteen year old girl that thinks she can flirt with married men. It's sick. I've always disliked her, even when we hired her, I had that twinge of anger built up in me.

I remember one night when I came home late. Her and Diggy were laughing and having a conversation on the couch. She would laugh at his corny jokes, bat her fake eyelashes, and move her hair behind her ears so he would be able to see the blush on her cheeks. Once she saw me, her whole attitude changed. Does this bitch know that I can replace her with the snap of my finger? Why doesn't she understand that her job is not permanent?

"Sure, Mrs. Simmons. The kids and I will just spend most of the time at the park." What she was really saying was,"Thank you Mrs. Simmons, I really wanted spend some more time with Mr. Simmons. Alone."

The thing is, I wasn't born yesterday. Diggy already knows how I feel about her, but he just brushes it off and just says that it's nothing. What if it is something? Because it's definitely not nothing.

"Tia and DJ, Mommy's leaving. Give me hugs." Tia's eight and DJ's four, I call them my miracle babies. I wasn't suppose to be fertile. I've known that ever since I was thirteen, and when I met Diggy, I didn't tell him until we had a discussion about having kids. He was just as shocked as I was when I told him I was pregnant the day after graduation.

They ran from around the corner and gave me tight hugs around both my legs.

"Oh and Chelsea, my mother is dropping by to see them later on, so make sure you are here back from the park by four."

Her joyful smile faded a bit, probably wondering if she was going to stay with her until Daniel got home - and she was right. I told my mom all about this nanny problem. She agreed with me on getting rid of her. If a mother isn't happy with who's taking care of her little ones when she's away, why should she still be there?

She sighed and crossed her arms, "Okay."

Did she think that I would take any chances of her being alone with my husband again? I don't think so.

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At Night

"Hey baby, how was work?" Diggy asked. He was in the kitchen drying dishes. My mom was upstairs putting the kids to sleep, and Chelsea was nowhere in sight. Perfect.

"We need to talk Daniel."

"Uh-oh. Am I in trouble?" Does he think this is a joke? Here I am, pulling my hairs out my skull because of this nanny, while he thinks nothing of it. I swear he can be so oblivious sometimes.

"Chelsea needs to go Daniel. I'm tired of competing with her."

His eyebrows shot up in confusion as he set down a plate. "Competing? Babe. There's no competition. What are you talking about? I thought we got past this whole nanny situation."

"No Daniel, it's still here. I don't want her here. I don't want her near my kids, in my house, on my property for that matter, and especially not near you when I'm not here. This little crush she has on you is getting on my last nerve, and I'm not going to stand for it."

"Y/n, it's not that big. Quit trippin'."

"Alright, since I'm trippin' so much. How about you sleep on the couch. I'm not even going to put up with you right now."

Dig gripped his hands on the countertop, teeth grinding. "I'm not cheating on you with the nanny Y/n. Why is this even an argument? I'm with you, I love you, and I damn sure ain't leaving you for an eighteen year old. So what's the problem?"

"The problem is you not agreeing with me. It's a woman's intuition Daniel. I don't want her to be here anymore, before things most likely get out of hand!"

We kept our voices down to a minimal level, making sure the kids wouldn't hear us. The inside of my cheeks were mutilated, forcing the obscenities that I wanted to say to stay hidden. It was quiet for a while, neither one of us was ready to talk yet, still seething with anger.

He's mine! He's my husband, but it feels like he's going against me and siding with a little kid.

"What do you want me to do?" He's giving up. His tone is just exasperated, like he's only agreeing with me so it can just go away.

"I want you to get rid of her, because I'm a few minutes away from beating her ass and yours. Get rid of her Daniel."

He wiped his face, rolling his eyes. Wow, he thinks I'm annoying. "Baby, she has to stay. She works well with the kids, she doesn't work for much, and she lives right around the corner. Who are we going to find that's similar to that? You're just going to have to suck it up."

"I guess you chose the couch."

Part 2 or nah?