1001 LOVE STORIES(book Of Oneshots)

babysitter (81)

Word count: 4045

I'm a baby sitter and I honestly love my job.

The kid I baby sit for, Adam, is an honest sweetheart and although I'm a nanny by all since of the word except the qualification. The man I 'baby sat' for worked the weekdays and his four year old son doesn't attend school so I often slept over during the week and went home Friday night to spend the weekends as I saw fit.

He's an amazing guy who pays respectfully but seemed to be a big shot so I often avoided.

He wouldn't get off work until around one and left out at around nine. So around the times I would be sleeping.

He'd always gently wake me up before he left seeing I slept like a rock at the best of times and a corpse at the worst and a burning house wouldn't wake me up.

The burning house being the biggest fear with a child who could only reach the burners.

In the six months I've been with them. I've learned much and with the amazing pay. I never felt the need to get an actual job.

It was great. Until this morning.

I arrived at around eight Monday morning with my usual things.

Books, clothes, toiletries ect. Ready for my week of nursery rhymes and testing out my cooking skills until walking into the front door.

It was raining as though god himself was preparing for another flood and from the few moments of me stepping out of the car to the front door I was drenched.

"Mattie!" Adam greets as always.

"Matt." Michael says coming out of the nursery.

He looked different. I was used to suits gelled hair and and ties only.

His blonde hair was messy and a lot longer then I could see when it was gelled. His body was a lot slimmer and you could clearly tell he was a man in his older twenties instead of the forty year old that I thought.

I smile to myself thinking about the many times I jokes with Adam about his dad being 'forty seven maybe'.

"You're all wet?" Michael says like it wasn't raining ninety percent of the world water supply.

"Yeah." I say flatly and he gives me a slight nod.

"Did you not get my text?" He asks and I awkwardly turn to my phone, before seeing it was dead.

"Phones dead." I tell him and he sighs.

"Because of the storm you don't need to come in this week;" He says and I face palm myself mostly because I had woke up from an amazing wet dream this morning because of this.

That and because I communed here while it rained buckets.

"I only sigh before picking up my bag. Well then I'll see you Monday." I tell him and he only sighs.

"It's ok, I wouldn't feel right about sending you out in the storm. Feel free to wait until it calms." He says and I smile before wetly walking to the bathroom for a quick hot shower.

"I came from the bathroom to hear the fire alarm and instantly panic to see Micheal trying desperately to fan the smoke from the blaring system.

I smile to myself.

The man I always saw as untouchable and without flaw was in a mild panic over trying to make french toast.

"This isn't how Mattie makes it." The three year old says and I smile.