Nanny Undercover

Chapter 2: Meeting the Babies

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Goldie tried to listen to Jeff and watch all three babies at the same time, noticing that the room was, indeed, baby safe. There was minimal furniture, and what there was had no sharp edges. All of the book cases, glass and knick knacks were in the other part of the room, separated by the raised floor and the railing.

"They have some toys in the box there, if you'll lift the lid?" Jeff called from the kitchen.

Goldie looked around and saw the box in question. She opened it and pulled out some toys, picking up the three crawling machines and gathering them in her lap, loving the soft, baby smell of them as she tried to keep them entertained with a stuffed giraffe until their father returned with their bottles.

She wondered how he handled feeding times. She could see the high chairs in the kitchen, but surely he didn't try to feed all of them at the same time by himself?

"Here we are, here we are," Jeff called, approaching holding three bottles. "Would you mind trying to feed one of them? My friend Kylie says they're old enough to hold their own bottles, but I like to do it, and I read that weaning them off is easier if they understand they're not in charge of them, you know? The bottles, I mean."

Goldie nodded and took a bottle and a baby. "Genie, right? Blonde hair and brown eyes?"

"Yes, wonderful," Jeff praised. "I don't know if she'll take a bottle from you—they're all pretty leery of strangers, but you getting her name right is a good start. The last nanny candidate I interviewed called them baby number one, two and three the entire time she was here." He made a mouth of distaste. "Now, let's see how you do with her.

He spoke to Genie encouragingly in between holding Jemma and Pippa expertly in his arms as they took their bottles. "There you go, darling, isn't that lovely? You have a nice new grown up to hold you while you take your bottle."

And Genie, to his surprise, was allowing it, looking up at Goldie with wide eyes as she lay in her arms, holding her bottle and sucking on it.

Goldie smiled at her, and Genie smiled back, leaking a bit of formula from her mouth as she did so.

"Well, will you look at that, she likes you!" Jeff exclaimed. "Marvelous. I'd say, based on Genie's response alone, that you're hired, Ms. Sorenson."

"Don't you want to see if the other two like me as much as she does?" Goldie asked, surprised.

"I'm sure they will." Jeff responded. "They seem to have some sort of triplet telepathy going on, you know?" He looked appealingly at Goldie, his brown eyes into her blue ones. "And to be quite honest, I'm at my wits' end. I need help desperately, and you're the eighth candidate I've interviewed. None of the others is even close to being acceptable, and, well, you're just wonderful, if I may say. Please say you'll take the position?"

Goldie nodded. "On one condition."

"Name it."

"Please call me Goldie."

"Done."

They finished giving the babies their bottles, then watched them crawl around and play with other toys from the bin as they talked.

"So, when can you move in?" Jeff asked.

"Tomorrow, I guess," Goldie answered. "Like I put on my app, I just graduated, and I'm taking a year off before I apply to grad school, so I'm all yours for the next fifteen months. Will that work?"