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My Lovely Babysitter – Season 1 – Episode 8

Episode 8
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I woke the next morning with a start. I popped up into a sitting position, full of panic. What had I done? I looked around the room. It was empty except for myself
and the bedroom door was shut. There was absolutely no evidence of last night’s tryst with the baby sitter. Maybe it was a dream? As I yanked on a t-shirt and sweatpants, I knew in my mind that I had done something very, very wrong last night.

I walked down the steps and into the kitchen and stopped dead in the doorway. Rachel and the two kids were singing a song about a bus and eating fruit loops between verses. It was the cutest thing I had ever seen. It had been a long time since there had been any singing in my house. A smiled ran across my face.

“Say, ‘good morning, Daddy,’” Rachel commanded and kids cheerfully did as they were instructed and then went back to eating their cereal.
“We need to talk,” I said, motioning for Rachel to follow.
“Sure,” Rachel said smiling deeply at me. “You guys can finish the movie after eating,” she said to the kids as she followed me to downstairs office.

I shut the door behind me, but Rachel spoke first.
“Kathy called.”
“She did?” I kept myself calm.
“Yes. She called while you were sleeping. She was a little surprised that I was still here, but thought that it was a good idea. She asked if I could watch the kids tomorrow and Tuesday until she came home.”
“I…well I was going to ask you but…I mean…it’s not a good idea now. We need to talk about last night.”

Rachel ignored my comment and kept on going. “Did you know that I don’t have
school this week?”
“I didn’t know that, but…” I countered. “It doesn’t matter.”
“So I told Kathy that I could, and she said you had early morning meetings both Monday and Tuesday and thought that spending the night in the guest room Sunday and Monday night would be best for the kids.”
“She did?” I was flummoxed.
“Yes. I already told my mom and she’s dropping off a bag of clothes for me later today. We’re all set.”

“No…I mean, we’re not all set.” John said.
“Kathy asked me what we did last night.”
“What?”
“You heard me, didn’t you?”
“Yes…what did you tell her?”
“What do you think I told her?”

I shook my head. Rachel wouldn’t do that do him. Rachel just laughed.
“What do you want for breakfast?” Rachel said as she smiled and left the room.

“I don’t want anything,” I said to myself. What was I supposed to do now? It was
my dream come true and my worst nightmare. How could anything go back to normal again? Why wouldI want it to? I decided to skip breakfast. I snuck a cup of coffee when Rachel was attending to
the children and then went upstairs to finish my TPS report.

I had been shut off in my bedroom the entire morning without interruption when the bedroom door opened. It was Rachel with her traveling bags.
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Tbc
.Episode 8
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I woke the next morning with a start. I popped up into a sitting position, full of panic. What had I done? I looked around the room. It was empty except for myself
and the bedroom door was shut. There was absolutely no evidence of last night’s tryst with the baby sitter. Maybe it was a dream? As I yanked on a t-shirt and sweatpants, I knew in my mind that I had done something very, very wrong last night.

I walked down the steps and into the kitchen and stopped dead in the doorway. Rachel and the two kids were singing a song about a bus and eating fruit loops between verses. It was the cutest thing I had ever seen. It had been a long time since there had been any singing in my house. A smiled ran across my face.

“Say, ‘good morning, Daddy,’” Rachel commanded and kids cheerfully did as they were instructed and then went back to eating their cereal.
“We need to talk,” I said, motioning for Rachel to follow.
“Sure,” Rachel said smiling deeply at me. “You guys can finish the movie after eating,” she said to the kids as she followed me to downstairs office.

I shut the door behind me, but Rachel spoke first.
“Kathy called.”
“She did?” I kept myself calm.
“Yes. She called while you were sleeping. She was a little surprised that I was still here, but thought that it was a good idea. She asked if I could watch the kids tomorrow and Tuesday until she came home.”
“I…well I was going to ask you but…I mean…it’s not a good idea now. We need to talk about last night.”

Rachel ignored my comment and kept on going. “Did you know that I don’t have
school this week?”
“I didn’t know that, but…” I countered. “It doesn’t matter.”
“So I told Kathy that I could, and she said you had early morning meetings both Monday and Tuesday and thought that spending the night in the guest room Sunday and Monday night would be best for the kids.”
“She did?” I was flummoxed.
“Yes. I already told my mom and she’s dropping off a bag of clothes for me later today. We’re all set.”

“No…I mean, we’re not all set.” John said.
“Kathy asked me what we did last night.”
“What?”
“You heard me, didn’t you?”
“Yes…what did you tell her?”
“What do you think I told her?”

I shook my head. Rachel wouldn’t do that do him. Rachel just laughed.
“What do you want for breakfast?” Rachel said as she smiled and left the room.

“I don’t want anything,” I said to myself. What was I supposed to do now? It was
my dream come true and my worst nightmare. How could anything go back to normal again? Why wouldI want it to? I decided to skip breakfast. I snuck a cup of coffee when Rachel was attending to
the children and then went upstairs to finish my TPS report.

I had been shut off in my bedroom the entire morning without interruption when the bedroom door opened. It was Rachel with her traveling bags.
.
.
Tbc
.Episode 8
.
.
I woke the next morning with a start. I popped up into a sitting position, full of panic. What had I done? I looked around the room. It was empty except for myself
and the bedroom door was shut. There was absolutely no evidence of last night’s tryst with the baby sitter. Maybe it was a dream? As I yanked on a t-shirt and sweatpants, I knew in my mind that I had done something very, very wrong last night.

I walked down the steps and into the kitchen and stopped dead in the doorway. Rachel and the two kids were singing a song about a bus and eating fruit loops between verses. It was the cutest thing I had ever seen. It had been a long time since there had been any singing in my house. A smiled ran across my face.

“Say, ‘good morning, Daddy,’” Rachel commanded and kids cheerfully did as they were instructed and then went back to eating their cereal.
“We need to talk,” I said, motioning for Rachel to follow.
“Sure,” Rachel said smiling deeply at me. “You guys can finish the movie after eating,” she said to the kids as she followed me to downstairs office.

I shut the door behind me, but Rachel spoke first.
“Kathy called.”
“She did?” I kept myself calm.
“Yes. She called while you were sleeping. She was a little surprised that I was still here, but thought that it was a good idea. She asked if I could watch the kids tomorrow and Tuesday until she came home.”
“I…well I was going to ask you but…I mean…it’s not a good idea now. We need to talk about last night.”

Rachel ignored my comment and kept on going. “Did you know that I don’t have
school this week?”
“I didn’t know that, but…” I countered. “It doesn’t matter.”
“So I told Kathy that I could, and she said you had early morning meetings both Monday and Tuesday and thought that spending the night in the guest room Sunday and Monday night would be best for the kids.”
“She did?” I was flummoxed.
“Yes. I already told my mom and she’s dropping off a bag of clothes for me later today. We’re all set.”

“No…I mean, we’re not all set.” John said.
“Kathy asked me what we did last night.”
“What?”
“You heard me, didn’t you?”
“Yes…what did you tell her?”
“What do you think I told her?”

I shook my head. Rachel wouldn’t do that do him. Rachel just laughed.
“What do you want for breakfast?” Rachel said as she smiled and left the room.

“I don’t want anything,” I said to myself. What was I supposed to do now? It was
my dream come true and my worst nightmare. How could anything go back to normal again? Why wouldI want it to? I decided to skip breakfast. I snuck a cup of coffee when Rachel was attending to
the children and then went upstairs to finish my TPS report.

I had been shut off in my bedroom the entire morning without interruption when the bedroom door opened. It was Rachel with her traveling bags.
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.
Tbc
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2 Comments

  • Traveling bag kwa for how many days?? I don’t know what kind of issue they had that can’t be settled. Why allowing your to tear apart..

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