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I shouldn't be this nervous. I really shouldn't. It's not like it's a date or anything. I'm just meeting with someone who wants to be Amanda's nanny. No big deal.

When my parents died a month ago, I knew this was going to have to happen. I mean, I'm only 19 years old. I'm working at a diner and living at home trying to save up for my own apartment in LA. Before the accident, I had a good life, living with my mom, dad, and 6-month-old sister Amanda. But when the car accident took both my parents away, I became responsible for taking care of my baby sister. I mean, sure, I could've put her up for adoption. That was an option that was presented to me. But I love Amanda. I didn't want to lose her. So I decided that I could be her guardian.

Right after my parents died, the house felt too quiet for me. Too empty. I decided I needed a roommate, but that idea evolved into me needing a nanny. I would let them live in the house for free if they helped with the baby. I put out an ad and got a response. A response named Ally Dawson. And that Ally Dawson was coming over to meet me in three minutes.

I knew a little bit about Ally. I had e-mailed her, and she said she was 20 years old and worked at a music store in the mall. She seemed sweet when I talked to her, but I wanted to meet her in person to make sure she wasn't a serial killer. You know. Just in case.

The doorbell rings, followed by a little trill of knocking. Ally. I fix my hair in the mirror before opening the door.

"Hi, you must be Austin," greets the small brunette on my doorstep. She's wearing a flowy blue dress with tiny white flowers on it. Her chestnut hair is curled and falling along her shoulders. She's smiling sweetly and she smells like perfume. She's really beautiful. Really.

"Yeah, uh, I am, I'm Austin Moon, and you must be Ally Dawson," I manage, shaking her hand and smiling widely. I move out of the doorway and motion for her to come in and sit down in the living room.

Ally's eyes dart over the room briefly before her attention focuses on the playpen near the couch. "Hi Amanda," she coos softly to the baby sitting in the playpen, playing with a stuffed animal. She giggles and continues playing with her toys.

"Do you want to hold her?" I ask Ally. She nods. I reach down into the playpen and pick Amanda up. I carefully transition her into Ally's arms.

Amanda looks up at Ally and they smile at each other. I'm not going to lie, it's adorable.

"She really likes you," I comment as Ally sways with Amanda. Ally smiles at me and takes a seat on the couch, placing the baby on her lap.

"Kids tend to like me," she says with a smile. God, that smile. She's so real.

"So have you taken care of kids before?" I ask in an attempt to get some sort of interview or conversation going.

"Yeah," she replies, "I mean I used to babysit in high school, and at the music store I teach little kids piano. So I'm with kids a lot."

I nod. "That's good. You're good with babies?"

She smiles. "That I am."

"Good," I reply. I take a second to watch Ally and Amanda interacting. Amanda has a death grip on Ally's index finger, but the brunette doesn't seem to mind. She's smiling and rubbing Amanda's tummy with her thumb, making Amanda coo and smile. So adorable.

"You said she was 7 months?" Ally asks.

"Mmhmm. She's getting pretty big," I muse. Ally smiles, then her face hardens a little.

"She's...not yours, right?" Ally asks carefully. I mean, it's a valid question. It's more than physically possible for me to have fathered a 7-month-old baby. Seven months ago I was 19. Totally possible.

"No, uh, she's my sister. But don't feel bad for asking. I get dirty looks in public from old people all the time," I assure her. She giggles.

"Where are your parents?" she asks. I heart drops, but I pick it back up slowly.

"They, um...they were in a car accident a month ago, they both passed away," I answer quickly, willing the tears to stay inside, trying to swallow the all-too-familiar lump in my throat.

Ally's face drops. "Austin...I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"It's fine," I reply quickly, a little sharper than I had meant to sound, "it's not your fault for asking. You didn't know."

She pushes a lock of ombré hair behind her ear. "My parents are both gone too," she offers quietly.

I nod. "I'm sorry," slips out in a chaste whisper.

She shakes her head. "It's fine. My mom died when I was a little girl, my dad a few years ago," she explains. She takes a deep breath. "But, enough about me, huh? Do you want to show me the room?" she asks, turning her mouth up into a smile.

I nod and smile gently. She picks up Amanda and carries her while I lead her through the kitchen and up the stairs to where the bedrooms are.

"So this is my room, sorry that it's kind of, uh, kind of messy," I stutter. I am actually pretty embarrassed at the disheveled state of my room. I mentally chide myself for not cleaning up better.

She giggles. "It's fine. Your room is kind of cute, despite the fact that it's not baby-proofed whatsoever," she remarks.

I roll my eyes. "Don't worry, Mrs. Safety, Amanda's not allowed in here. Speaking of the baby, here's her room," I say, motioning to the nursery across the hall. The nursery is a small room with light pink walls and white carpeting. There are doodley images of little teddy bears in ballet tutus on the wall. Amanda has a white crib with a frilly pink mattress and pink woven blankets. In the corner, there is a white wooden rocking chair where my mother used to rock her and feed her. There is a dresser that is too big for Amanda's tiny clothes and a chair full of stuffed animals that are about as big as Amanda is.

Ally flashes a wide smile as her eyes glance over the room. "It's adorable," she muses. Amanda squeals and reaches her arms out towards the chair full of stuffed animals. Ally picks up a little stuffed zebra and hands it to Amanda. She coos with delight and clutches the animal's foot in her teeny hand.

"Yeah, my parents wanted to spoil her a little." My tone is almost reminiscent. I shake my head and smile at Ally. "Do you want to see your room?"

"That'd be great," she replies graciously. I lead her down the hall a little, past the bathroom and the linen closet, to the bare room that used to belong to my parents.

"Here it is. Bedroom, closet, and you have a master bathroom in there too," I say, showing her the room.

She looks around and blinks a few times. "This was your parent's room," she observes quietly.

I nod. Amanda's getting a little fussy, so I take her carefully out of Ally's arms.

"You'd just let a stranger sleep in this room?" she asks incredulously.

I exhale. "Yeah, I mean, I guess. But I'm not thinking of it that way. It's just a room. New beginnings, ya know?"

She gives this kind of crooked grin, like she can't believe what I'm saying, but she still likes it. "You're brave," she remarks.

I smile. "I'm really not, but I'm glad you think that," I reply.

She shakes her head. "My dad's room looks exactly the same as it did two and a half years ago," she admits quietly, looking down at her feet.

I have never felt more sorry in my life. "It's okay," I whisper softly. Amanda shifts around in my arms.

"It's fine," Ally whispers. Is that...a smile on her face? I return my attention to my sister.

"I would really love to move in here, and take care of Amanda," she remarks.

I immediately smile at this. "That's great, Ally! You're...just the girl I was looking for."

She looks up at me with soft caramel eyes.

Just the girl.

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