A/N: Yay! A new story!! I know that they're have been a few stories out there where Edward and Bella are single parents and are brought together because of their kids - the best one I've read is 'Yours, Mine, and Ours' by imma vampire - and I thought I'd make one of my own. I had this image in my head where Edward was freaking out because the nanny quit and then I was like 'hmm... what if Bella became the new nanny?!' And that, my friends and fellow avid readers, is how Nanny 911 was born. Thank you, thank you! No need for applause! (;
But seriously, be nice. It's my baby! *said in high pitched voice* (;

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or 'Yours, Mine, and Ours' or the amazingly fine Edward Cullen or FanFiction or Taylor Swift's songs or... Hey... what do I own?! Oh yeah! I own 'Nanny 911'! So don't steal it... I have FBI agents come to my house all the time and they can hunt you down... (;

Chapter 1
H-E-L-P

BPOV

I woke up suddenly, all of my senses on alert. There was a whimpering sound coming from down the hall. Throwing back my covers, I jumped out of bed and stumbled through the darkness and to the sound. I opened the door and through the moonlight, a small figure was silhouetted sitting on the bed, the covers wrapped around it.

"Mommy?" It whispered.

I walked to the bed and crouched down. "What's wrong sweetie?"

There was a sniffle. "I had a bad dream."

I took my baby boy in my arms and held him close. "Oh, honey. I'm sorry."

"Can I sleep with you?"

"Sure. Come here, sweetie." I picked him up and started for my bedroom.

Drew clung to me like a wet towel as we lay down on my bed. He curled up by my side and fell asleep instantly. I smiled gently at him. His brown, curly hair was falling into his eyes and his thumb was in his mouth. I brushed the hair away from his eyes and he sighed, burying his face into my chest and wrapping his arms half way around me. He was my little angel. Too bad his father didn't think so. When he heard that I was pregnant, he up and left, and then I was all alone. Not that I was sad that he left… I had a lot of regrets in my life, but Drew was not one of them. Sure, I wasn't happy how he came to be, but I was happy that he was alive.

It had been tough at first, but with the help of my mom, dad, and step-dad, I had gotten through it.

I glanced over at the clock and sighed. It was 3:52a.m. and I had to go to work at seven thirty at the bookstore. Drew was going to stay with Auntie Alice for the day, so he needed his rest too.

I held my man in my arms and tried to drift off to sleep. Thoughts were raging in my head though. Mainly on my job. I was a nanny, and my employer's kids were now old enough to take care of themselves so I wouldn't have that job anymore. Yesterday was my last day with them. I would have to go back to the agency and wait for another family to come. It could take anywhere between 2 days to 2 months. But I needed the job now. I was struggling to make ends meet. Being a nanny was my first job. I also worked part time at a bookstore when I wasn't with the kids. It was hard and I didn't spend enough time with Drew as I wanted to, but it was necessary. I wanted to give him the best life that I could, so I worked as hard as possible.

But now, part of my income was about to evaporate tomorrow - today? - and that was going to affect us big time. I might have to ask Alice if we could stay with her until I found another job. I knew that she wouldn't mind – Drew was like a nephew to her – but I wouldn't feel comfortable invading her space like that. Alice was an editor for a big fashion magazine, so she worked crazy hours on account of not living in the same city as the magazine's 'head quarters' and having insane deadlines. I just wouldn't feel right forcing that on her.

I shifted in bed, being careful not to wake Drew.

I was going to be in deep watermelon if I didn't find a job soon.

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EPOV

"Mrs. McMurphy, please. Don't do this." This could not be happening. Again.

Mrs. McMurphy didn't listen to me though. She just kept walking around the house, gathering her things. "Mr. Masen, I refuse to stay in this house with those monsters any longer!" She yelled. She was an older woman, but she had a lot of spark. "I quit!"

She started for the front door and reached for the handle. "Please, Mrs. McMurphy. I promise to have a talk with them. You just can't leave like this. I really need you!" I couldn't believe that I was begging. But then again, I couldn't take the kids to work.

She stepped out the door and just before leaving, she turned to look at me and said, "I suggest you find another nanny. And don't even try calling my agency again. You've employed all of the people there!" And with that, she turned around, slamming the door in my face.

I ran a hand over my face. Did that really just happen? With a sigh, I yelled, "Heather! Samantha! Nicolas! Meeting in the living room!" I could hear them scrambling around, rushing for the living room. As soon as I walked down the hall, they were already there. Sitting on the couch, lined up by age. Heather rested her hands in her lap with a lilac colored dress on. Samantha was sitting next to her, slouching slightly. She was wearing jean shorts and a t-shirt, a baseball hat on her head. And then Nicolas sat on the end, trying not to squirm.

I slowly sat down in the ottoman in front of them. I made eye contact with each of them before I started talking. "As you may know by now, Mrs. McMurphy has quit. I don't know why, but I have some theories." I was sure to look at Sam. I could see a small smile twitching at the corner of her mouth. Yeah, I wasn't surprised. "But now, we have no nanny and you cannot stay by yourselves while I'm at work. So, do you have anything to say?"

"Dad, in our defense," Heather started saying, "Mrs. McMurphy was one of the worst nannies we've had in the past three years. She was harsh, unkind, and might I add, very lackadaisical. So I see her resignation as our benefit." I stared at my blond haired beauty of a daughter. Since when did she know what 'lackadaisical' meant?

"Yeah, Dad." Sam said, "Murph was terrible! I mean, she wouldn't even let me read the sports section at breakfast time!" I tried hard not to laugh. Picture a young girl with auburn hair and a splash of freckles across her nose who is only eleven years old, vent about not being able to read the sports section. You must find the humor in this.

"Daddy," I turned my attention to Nickolas. "She was mean to me." He stared at me with his big brown eyes, his curly brown/blond hair falling into his eyes.

"What do you mean, Nick?"

He shrugged his shoulders and said, "Just was."

Sighing, I ran my fingers through my hair. What to do, what to do…. I couldn't leave them at the house by themselves. Heather and Sam may have been eleven, but I didn't feel right leaving them alone with Nick who was only five. But I couldn't take them to work with me because they would be completely bored and get under people's feet. I couldn't take the day off because I had a very important surgery that had to be done today.

"Dad, I'm sorry." I glanced up at Sam.

"It's okay. Just, go to your rooms." I said, slightly frustrated. The three of them got up and walked out of the living room, disappearing around the corner. When they were gone, I ran my hands over my face, contemplating what to do. No way would I leave them at home, or take them to work. Maybe they could stay with Esme! I jumped off of the couch and ran into the kitchen. I grabbed the phone and dialed my mom's number. It rung three times before she answered.

"Mom? It's Edward. I need you to do me a favor."

"Did the nanny quit again?" She asked immediately.

"Yes…" I groaned. "And I can't take off work today. Can you please take care of them?"

"Edward, I'm really sorry, but I can't. I have to meet with a client on decorating her kitchen." My heart fell. "But, I did come across the agency that seems very promising."

"What's the number?" I asked, not even bothering where she found this place. If my mother was referring to it, it was a good agency.

Esme gave me the number and then said, "It's called The Nanny 911 Hotline. Now, I know what you're thinking: are you serious, Mom? Well, yes I am. Trust me, honey, it's a good agency."

"Thanks, Mom. I gotta go. Love you, bye."

"Bye, Edward." The phone clicked off and I glanced down at the piece of paper with the number on it. Was I really going to do this? Yes. I was.

I quickly dialed the number. "Nanny 911 Hotline! This is Lisa, how may I help you?" A cheery voice asked.

"Yes, I need a nanny for my kids." I informed her.

"How many and how old are they?"

"There are three of them. Their ages are eleven and six. The oldest and twins." I explained.

"Okay, sir, and when would you need the nanny?"

"Um, five minutes ago." I said, glancing down at my watch.

"You must be in quite the fix. Okay, I know the perfect nanny for your kids. She is one of the best we have. I'll send her out right now."

"Thank you," I said and then told her my address. I hung up the phone and went into my office. I dropped into the chair behind my desk and sighed. Everything would be okay.

Something felt strange though. As if something huge was about to happen. Like our lives were about to change…

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