Summary: Being a nanny isn't the ideal job, but it's a job. Now she has to move in the Belikov mansion, and has to get used to it, she has no choice. At first her and her boss clash, but could it lead to more? And why is he so secretive?

"Hey cupcake, you aren't going to get a job while you're fat ass is sitting down in a couch, eating popcorn, and watching the re-runs of 'Charmed'."

Without looking up a the blondie standing next to me, a stuffed my mouth with popcorn, and watched in awe as the demon was set on fire, and disappeared.

"Man, I wished I was a witch, look at those bitches complaining about havin superpowers, imagine that?" I finally looked up to meet Mia's eyes. They were amused, but they held anger in them too. I sighed.

"You were saying?" I asked. She rolled her eyes and sat down next to me.

"I was saying, you're not going to get a job sitting here," she said exasperated.

"Oh, I already have a job," I said nonchalantly. I saw her raise her eyebrow at me.

"Oh really? Doing what, if I may know?" she asked mockingly. I threw a popcorn at her, that went down her shirt.

"Bitch," she muttered.

I ignored her comment and answered her, focusing once more on the tv, a pregnant Piper.

"I'm going to be a nanny."

There was a moment of absolute silence. There wasn't a sound, not even in the kitchen where I knew Christian was. Then, simultaneously, they burst out laughing. Christian walked into the living room, tears in his eyes, choking on his tears. I rolled my eyes.

"You? A nanny?" Christian managed to ask between his laugh.

"Yes, asshole, a nanny," I said and threw popcorn at him. Mia giggled, while Christian rolled his eyes, walking back to the kitchen.

"Oh, you're serious aren't you?" Mia asked. I rolled my eyes.

"Yes, dumbfuck," I told her while getting up the couch.

"You guys suck!" I screamed as I walked to my room.

I plopped myself on the bed, facing down, the sheets muffling my groan of frustration. Mia and Christian were right, I wasn't the nanny type. It's not that I didn't like kids, I just didn't really have the patience, not even at 21. I sighed, and fell asleep within seconds.

"Is you're dad here yet?" I asked a little boy, who I was suppose to be babysitting as of today. He smiled at me, showing he was missing his front tooth. I smiled despite myself. He pointed behind me, and I slowly turned around.

I had to grind my teeth together to stop my jaw from hitting the floor. He was sexy. Drop dead sexy. The kind that stops traffic. But he seemed so serious.

"Hi," I said awkwardly. He didn't answer me or smile at me. Instead he turned to look at the older woman, Alberta, who was the one that had hired me.

"You hired her to take care of my children?" he asked in disbelief. This time my jaw did hit the floor this time. He insulted me. This asshole, who barely knows me, insulted me. I wanted to slap him so bad, but I figured that wasn't right, considering his kid was right next to me.

"I like her," the boy said happily, holding my hand. Take that bitch. His dad only rolled his eyes, and looked at me once more.

"I guess she'll do, show her to her room, and around the house Alberta, I gotta go."

He walked over to his son and kissed him on his forehead, he gave me a curt nod, smiled at Alberta and left.

"What is wrong with the man?" I asked looking at Alberta, while she laughed. She beckoned me forward, and I followed her, the little boy gone.

I shifted awkwardly as I followed Alberta around. Finally she noticed and called out for it.

I was so embarrassed.

"Umm, what's their name?"

I was most definitely not a good nanny.