Billionaire's Naughty Babysitter

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from downstairs. Another day,

headed downstairs. It was the weekend, which

a? Emily?" I called out

n: food scattered all over the floor, and th

er my breath. The situation was becoming routine-changing nannies every week. If the girls didn't sca

rica's voice was firm, cro

d, though I alrea

mily chimed in. "We want a

e was sharp when I responded. "I don't ever want to hea

't let their wishes dig up the

rvously, as if debating whether to stay or bolt. Erica and Emily j

ller now, "why can't we have a momm

r. I didn't have the energy for this conversat

Emily

apped, cutt

the stairs. Their small feet banged loudly on ea

d over the mess on the floor. "I'll clean th

ching the rag in her hands. "Si

u don't have to leave

. They're... determined. I've never met children like them. I'm sorr

that, another

bing my temples. Erica and Emily's voic

was turned face down, as it always was. But I d

Her name felt like a ghost on

atter how far I tried to run from the memories, she lin

to gather my thoughts. The house was too quiet now, the

eft her rag behind, so I picked it up, scrubbing the sticky stains with a kind of mechanical d

. I poured myself a cup of coffee and stood at the kitchen counter, sta

see Erica standing in the doorway, her arms crossed.

I asked, keeping

h the defiance in her voice told

n eyebrow.

pping forward. She hesitated, then a

n in my chest. I placed the coffee cup d

I know you miss... things being different. But we don't alw

ica's jaw tightened. "But i

ing despite myself. "But we have each

. I pulled them both into a hug, feeling th

omehow, I'd give them the life they deserved. Even if it meant

f you make her leave again, I promise I'll send y

pt how things are. I've ha

anged glances before

is gentle, but Erica is the worst of the two. They really hate th

ever find another nanny w