Please Read and Review! Everything here is meant in good fun.

Obviously I don't own Digimon.

Characters are a tad bit OOC

M for language, suggestiveness, and possibly racy/lemon scenes. Depends how the story goes.

hope you enjoy!

"WAAAAH!" A three year old fell on his knees and starting crying...again.

"Hang on, I'll be right there!" I pushed my auburn hair behind my ears and started open the upper shelves to find some Neosporin and a bandage.

"Hey! Give me back MY crayon!" The two kids that were peacefully coloring a second ago started throwing tiny colorful daggers propelled with anger at each other.

"Kevin! You know you have to share all the crayons," I shouted, my primary concern being with the missing antibiotic than the kids having a crayon fight.

"You used up all the pink paint!" From across the room, a little girl in the purple dress cried out, looking at her equally sized and dressed peer.

"Well I have to paint my butterfly; your flower isn't nice anyway," The small girl commented sending her now no longer best friend into a frenzy.

"That's mean! Ms. Sora! Kaylee said a bad word!"

"Kaylee be nice," I shouted back unable to hide the annoyance in my voice. Honesty I don't understand why kids have to be such pathological liars. When they grow up I can just imagine all the high school drama they'll have to face.

"NOOOO I didn't! Stop being a liar!"

"Then stop using up all the paint!"

"Kids…let stop fighting now," Putting down the band-aid and antibacterial spray I just found, I jogged over to the girls to intervene in their fight.

"NOOO she called my flower ugly!" The girl then reached for a paint cup and threw it at the other girl's direction. And…just my luck, she has lazy aim.

"Not another pair of jeans…." I just watched as the orange paint slid down my pant leg. Already knowing any effort to clean myself is just going to get orange on me elsewhere.

"Uh oh…" The two girls backed up putting their hands behind their backs and started staring at the ground. Honestly what is it with kids and staring at the ground when they've done something bad? Why can't they just behave in the first place!

I looked around the bright yellow room. The crying boy is still in the corner waiting for me to clean and bandaged his scraped knee –come to think of it, how did he scrape his knee the room is practically padded down in every corner! Ugh whatever, the boys on the drawing desk have successfully broken every single crayon available. Great now some other kid is going to cry about the broken crayons! And of course the two girls won't look me in the eye. Shit and not to mention all the other kids in the room that are tossing toys, falling down and not washing their hands after they come out of the bathroom!

I hate my job. Even more I can't stand booger eating, crying, biting, fighting, rule-breaking, messy, stupid kids!

"Calm down Sora…"I took a deep breath trying to control myself, fixing my hair and my softly colored sweater. Just as my nerves started to relax, my pacing heartbeat slowly regulating, I made the dumbass mistake of looking at the clock.

8:22 A.M.

Holy fuck, I'm going to go insane.

"KIIIIDDS!" The elder woman (she's technically my superior) with cats all over her clothes walked in from outside, "It's time for recess!"

Shit, not recess!

"REEEECEEEESSSS!" All of the kids in the room screamed on the top of their lungs. Don't EVER be fooled by the size of such a little stampede they have the force of a thousand elephants.

"Hey wait no runni-"My warning and hope were crushed as the little kids pushed and shoved one another, to sprint at the doorway. I lost my balance in the process, and of course fall on more paint and some unscrewed glue containers which mean some kid was eating it again.

"Ohohoho," My old lady superior gleefully laughed, "Kids are so cute when they are excited, aren't they," And with that she closed the door to go supervise recess.

Leaving me with few minutes of peace and quiet –which now I have to spend cleaning up the paint, putting the toys, crayons, and all the things these kids use and break away. All for what? The kids to come running back inside and messing up everything again.

"I hate my job," I ran my hands through my hair, to feel a strange stickiness and dampness. Oh yeah I forgot I'm covered with finger-paint.

"Ugggh!" I yelled out as I ran out the room and down the hallway, "Miyako! I can't do this anymore! This is the fifth time this month that my clothes are covered in glue, crayons and finger-paint!" I directed my anger at my old time friend Miyako Inoue, who was sitting behind the reception's desk, blissful, serene and enviously clean.

"Hm…" My old and good friend pulled her head away from her computer screen and took a good look at me, adjusting her huge owl size glasses to examine different parts of my outfit, "Well it's a good thing that all our art supplies are machine washable, that stuff will just wash out in a warm rinse cycle!"

I swear there is a limit to how much Miyako I can handle, "I don't give a damn about the art supplies!" The anger in my voice caused her to flinch and sink right back into the reception's desk-chair, "I hate this job! I hate how you convinced me to take this job! I hate that I can't quit because it's the only way I can get money and most of all…" I looked back to see if the daycare and kindergarten classroom's doors were closed, "I hate pesky little kids."

"Sora…that's your job as a day care attendant," Miyako rolled her eyes at my usual complaint and rant, "You have to oversee the kids, so get over your uncontrollable fear of children."

"I'm not scared of kids, I just hate them," I corrected softly leaning against the counter, "They are loud, annoying, or super bratty, they cry and throw stuff and ruin absolutely everything."

"What do you want me to do Sora? Fire you? You hate the job so damn much why don't you leave?"

"I would if I could!"

"You always complain, you're always mad, and yet you never do anything to fix or change it!"

"I don't have a lot of money or many job choices right now," I reminded her, "I still live with my mom for heaven's sake."

"Doesn't your mom run a business of her own? Go work for her," Miyako crossed her arms, glare still fiery and pointed at me.

"I don't want to bother my mom any more than I have to," I shuddered remembering the look on her face when I dropped out of college, "the more I can do without her the better."

"You have an answer for everything don't you?" Miyako let out a large sigh while rubbing her temples. I didn't bother to look at her and turned my attention to the gray wallpaper and seasonal designs I had helped her put up. She was right if I'm miserable I should change something…but all the choices I want are unavailable. Technically I should be grateful for getting this job. If Miyako's family didn't own this business my mom would have probably been serious about me getting an arranged marriage just so I couldn't bum off of her.

"Yeah…your right, I'll stop complaining," I turned back to face her even though she was back on the computer answering email and looking at forms or whatever secretaries for daycare centers do.

"Uh huh, suuuure," She smiled back allowing me to smile knowing that I have been forgiven, "Well I-"

*ring ring*

"-I'll hold that thought give me a sec," I nodded as she went over to the phone to the farther side of her, "Good morning, you've reached Inoue's child development and babysitter service how may I help you?" Being bored of her 'uh huhs and yes sirs' I glanced all over the place of the center.

For a family business that's fairly new even I have to admit the place is impressive. With several rooms to accommodate 20-30 kids each, spacious hallways, waiting rooms, customer service and reception area it was a pleasant looking place. The cafeteria, nurse's room, and playground outside is what put the center over the top, making it one of the best in the area.

"Excuse me? That soon?" Miyako's sudden change in pitch snapped my attention to her, "Oh I'll see what I can do, okay? Don't be surprised if I can't find someone though," Something was wrong I could see it in her face as she started clicking away on the computer. "Alright sir, I'll call you back." She hung up the phone and gave me a look of irritation and despair.

"Did something happen?" I asked my dumb question, as it was obvious that the phone call wasn't well received.

"Yeah, this guy needs a baby sitter and needs one soon."

"How soon?"

"Like 9:00 soon"

"Oh, that's like thirty minutes away, its fine right?"

"No, it isn't I don't know if we have any hands available on such short notice." She gave me a pissed off look, "It's not like we have a storage room full of sitters in case of emergencies!"

"Okay, Okay you're right," I put my hands up in defense and let her continue her desperate search. This place was really trying to be the jack of all trades. Top notch day care center, kindergarten classes that put the public education system to shame, all while also having a nanny service, meaning if a family can't have their child come here, a baby-sitter would go directly to them. Good idea and sounds promising…however obviously it was hard to maintain it all, "Any luck?"

"No," she muttered, giving off a loud sigh, "unless someone shows up now, we don't have anyone who can come."

Come to think of it, I don't really know what a sitters or nannies do, "So what is a baby-sitter anyway?"

Miyako looked at me adjusting her glasses, "Basically what you think it is. A sitter watches goes to the house to watch over the kids. We require the families to have a list of information regarding what they allow their kids to do, emergencies contacts you get my drift. It's not like the day care center or anything, for you are having a one on one interaction with the kids, and it's a little more free reign for someone isn't over your shoulder etc. However you work on the hours of the guardian so work hours are longer than the day care center regulations."

"Oh…" I muttered quietly. Who would want that? Spending even MORE time ALONE with pesky little brats sounds horrible. Well…I guess it's better than having to deal with 30 kids at once…wait a second! Less kids=less work! Plus I wouldn't have to work in the crazy yellow room either! "Hey Miyako?"

"What?"

"How about letting me go?"

"Hmm –wait a minute what?" She looked up from the computer and looked right at me in disbelief. You want to go in as a baby sitter?"

"Well I'll call myself a nanny, be fancier," I laughed a bit as the idea did seem farfetched.

"Why though? You hate kids." Miyako adjusted her glasses intent on hearing my input.

"I do, and the thought of being home alone sends shivers down my spine," I looked back at the day care room I just came from and could the said tingle, "But I rather deal with less kids as I possibly can you know? I'm just an aid anyway it's not like it matters if I'm here or not."

"Uh…we pride ourselves on service, you can't be a total bitch like usual," Miyako stated with no regard for my feelings in her voice.

"What the-fine, yes I promise I'll be good," I smiled sweetly and looked at her with all the hope and optimism I could muster.

She stared at me, her purple hair starting to scrunch as her eyebrows furrow against each other. And then finally she let out a sigh and loosened up, "Fine, you can go," Miyako gave into my desperate request, "Here is the address, go now or else you'll be late he said he specifically it had to be 9."

I held back on jumping up and down from joy or squealing like how I used to in high school, "Thank you so much Miyako! Mind handling miss cat lady for me?"

Shooting me a quick 'you owe me so much' glare she nodded, "Don't you want to to clean yourself up first?" Pointing at my stained clothes from the earlier mishap.

"Nah, the kids are going to get it dirty anyways, it's not like I'm going to see the future love of my life right?" I smiled at her while putting on my warm black coat and grabbing my purse and car keys.

"All right, try not to have too much shit to say this time." I heard Miyako's voice mutter as I walked out the door.

While it's not the best improvement from my hellfire job, it most certainly is enough to make me drive quickly.

"Cornerstone, Cornerstone, Cornerstone-Ah! Cornerstone!" I softly mused to myself as I pulled into the residential area. Running my eyes along the windows I started looking for my savior house but unconsciously noticed the similarities within the suburban area. The house alternated from two stories to one, with a tree in the front yard and some of the houses had a personal flair in the front like a porch or some flowers.

"Aha, there you are," I double checked the numbers just to make sure that this was indeed the house that I will be staying for today. Affirming my actions I parked and started to head to the front door. The house was…modest. Not in a bad way of course, but it is the typical 'first home' most people generally buy into. It was one story with a two car garage, the grass in the yard was at least cut and trimmed properly, but the outside of the house looked maintained with the least amount of effort possible.

Finding my way in front of the door, the feeling that I'm really going to have to spend my ENTIRE day with horrible children instead of just six hours started to sink in. Did I really make the right choice? Is this going to be easier than working at the day care? Staring at the door I took one breath of confidence; well I'm here aren't I? I can do this. And with that I boldly pushed the doorbell.

*ding dong*

I immediately heard some high pitched yelling. Causing me to flinch as I could tell that there was more than one kid. And that those kids are going to cry worse than banshees. After some more muffled voices and stomps, I heard them get progressively louder until finally the door opened. Expecting to see someone across from me, I put on my most cheery smile…then I opened my eyes and saw no one.

"Excuse me, who are you?" An innocent girl's voice brought my attention downward. A little girl brunette still in her pink pajamas that were covered head to toe with crowns, was looking up at me with big honey eyes.

"Hi there sweetie," I put on my child smile and voice, "Are your parents' home?"

The little girl nodded, her brown tresses of hair silkily following, "But who are you?"

I felt my eyebrow twitch at introducing myself to a mere child, "I'm Ms. Sora; I'm going to be your sitt-nanny today."

"OH!" The little girl screamed causing me to jolt, "The nanny is here! The nanny is here!" She grabbed my hand and started pulling me in the home and closing my only escape once I was fully inside.

Kids these days, no regard with respect or personal space. What kind of a parent lets a child open the door anyway? "Heh, so what's your name?" I asked nervously walking further inside following the girl carefully as I was unsure of what to expect.

"My name is Kaede!" The girl beamed proudly before running off into a hallway leaving me in the living room.

Having a chance at being alone, I peeked around the house vicinity. The living room had a couple couches, a small television with two cabinets full of DVDs and even some VHS tapes. Wow, that's…I can't believe some people still use a VCR now. The kitchen was right behind me, and it was fairly nice in comparison to the low key TV. The counters were slabs of stone, instead of the usual tile design, the cabinets and drawers here were stylized though I did notice the child safe locks on a good number of them. An older looking fridge was nudged in the corner, with a smaller mini fridge on top the counter with another lock on it. And from the door and entrance of the house ran a hallway which I presumed lead to the bedrooms of the family members.

Well since I'm going to be working here I started walking around trying to get a feel about the place. The house was… a little dirty. Some dishes were in the sink, places that needed to be dusted and probably the laundry hadn't been done, but that was probably due to the busy lifestyle and not necessarily neglect. Wandering deeper in the vicinity of the living room I saw a worn out and scratched up coffee table. Against one side of it was an old backpack that was fairly full, while a couple of hefty college textbooks were on top the table. Wow, someone is in college but living at home? Probably the runt's older brother…and a boring one by the look of it, I mean what boring ass class needs a book called World Politics in a New Era or Business Law and the Environment.

"Don't be so scared!" The girl's voice alerted my attention over to the hallway, "She seems nice."

"I'm not scared!" A boy's voice cried out, and two kids emerged from the hallway. The girl dragging an equally small boy wearing Superman pajamas.

"Ms. Sora-nanny, this is my little brother Koutaru!"

"Uh…hi Ms. Sora-nanny…" The boy nervously said waving at me.

I knelt down in front of them trying my hardest not to run in the other direction. Put on the happy face and voice Sora! "Wow my goodness, you two look really alike," I noticed him having the same face as Kaede. Their eyes were both big and a soft honey color, while their hairstyles were different (the girls hair was past her shoulders, while the boys stayed messily short) but their noses, mouth and cheekbones look almost identical.

"Mhmm, we're twins!" The girl nodded excitedly and raised her hand up, "I'm older though so I get to boss him around!"

"No you don't!" The boy objected pushing the girl lightly, "It's only by four minutes so you can't tell me to do anything!"

"Yes I can!"

"No you can't!"

"Yeah HUUUUUH!"

"Nuh HUUUUUH!"

Oh great these siblings are going to fight about every single thing. I should have brought earplugs.

"Koutaru! Kaede! Stop fighting!" A much older voice echoed out from one of the rooms, making the kids freeze before looking at each and smiling, stifling their giggles.

Well I could tell already he was older with authority…but sounded around my age. Probably the older brother college student.

"The nanny is here!" The both yelled out in unison running away from me and into the hallway which everyone seems to be disappearing into.

"What? Really?" The voice was getting closer and he ran out of the hall, "Kaede did you open the door again? I told you not to do that unless someone older with you."

"I'm sorry," The girl apologized as he put her down, "You were in the shower so I thought it would be okay."

"Well it isn't," He turned from the hallway and into the room looking downward at the two runts that were right beside him.

Sweet Jesus' nipple on a cracker. This man was SEXY.

He is the perfect height in comparison to me, taller but manageable enough so I could have the super cute traditional scene when the girl gets on her tip-toes to kiss her man. His natural tan stood out especially at the white paint on the wall, giving off the impression he spent most of his life outside rather than inside. While his shirt was a boring black, the crew neck fit perfectly on his build. Lean, but muscular, it's obvious that he works out. His arms caught my attention the large, toned limbs looked rugged due the muscle mass, but because of the smaller width still retained a gentle nature. The ideal arms I could throw myself into and feel completely warm and protected. While his jeans were faded a bit worn out, I could sense the athleticism in his legs, making me picture him running, playing sports, or working out and…some more adult kinds of exercises.

And I'm wearing a stretched out faded sweater with jeans that are covered with paint.

"Sorry about that," He now looked at me with his chocolate, almond shaped eyes, "They always have their own interpretation of things." He smiled nervously and ran one of hands through his damp hair that indicated that he just came out of the shower. It was spiky and messy kind of hairstyle, not one I would go for immediately, but it suited him so well.

"Uh…yeah! Um, I'm Sora Takenouchi glad to be working for you," I shook my head as not to be distracted by the cute dimples forming on the corner of his lips. But my goodness his lips look so kissable.

"Taichi Yagami, Thanks so much again for coming here on such short notice. The usual lady quit, and didn't tell me until a bit ago," He flashed an even cuter grin, stepping closer to me and putting out his hand. Embarrassingly it took me a couple seconds before registering the simple concept of a handshake and quickly gave him one just so I could feel his hand. The hand felt so warm against my icy digits, and from the closeness I could smell a whiff of the aftershave and I could now begin to feel my blood rush through my body.

"It's 8:40!" the girl ran to us carrying the backpack that was previously by the table, and perfectly ruining my golden moment.

"You're late! You're late!" the boy held the textbooks by the binding, the obvious strain in his face indicating how heavy they actually were.

"Right," The hottie snapped his, muttering something incomprehensible before running to a small closet by the door.

It was the right decision coming here! I am so lucky! The brats I'm going to have to baby-sit have the hottest older brother…and since he is in college that means he is my age too!

"Alright kiddos," He came back with a grey pea coat on and some black slip on vans, car keys attached to soccer lanyard were in his hands. Slinging the backpack on one shoulder he knelt down to pick up the books, "Come on now, say bye to your dad."

Oh yeah that's right, I haven't even met the two twerp's parents yet. I have to be on good terms with them if I ever want to see this guy again.

On cue the little boy and girl came running from the living room which I didn't even notice they ran off there, "Bye Dad!" The boy ran faster than the girl and gave Taichi a hug.

–Wait. Hold up. Did that boy just call the man of my dreams…Dad!

"Bye munchkin, be good alright," I saw in disbelief as my cutie responded to the kid by hugging him tightly and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"Bye Bye Daddy!" The girl who was waiting patiently gave him a hug.

–Did this brat just call him DADDY!

"You be good too alright princess." Another hug and kiss on the cheek was given before he picked up the textbooks and stood up to face me, "Okay so I left a list of things about them on the counter, uh…if they want to watch movies go into the cabinet on the left not the right! Right side is my movies. There's some money in an envelope next to the list just in case you need it. List of contact numbers on the fridge. Uh…let's see what else…I have work today, so I'm going to be back around 10ish, however their bedtime is still nine! And what else…"

He kept listing things but I wasn't paying attention due to the fact that I started to notice how handsome his face was. High cheekbones, shapely nose, the life and warmth in his subtle but sexy brown eyes, the way he bit the top of his lip when he was remembering things…

"Daddy! You're going to be late! Laaaate!"The two kids screamed causing both of us to jolt. Shit they call him the d-word again! No! He is too young, too sexy, too my type to have something as infernal as kids!

"Oh dang," he glanced at the clock and started running to the door fiddling with his keys, "Alright I'm off!" His hypnotic voice left the building and I listened intently as I heard the footsteps fading to his car.

The two kids ran around me and climbed up onto the counter to look out the window. "Have a good day Daddy!" they both waved in unison in which Taichi smiled and waved back from his car.

BUT HOW CAN HE BE A FATHER? He is waaay too perfect! Right age, right type, right voice, right EVERYTHING!

"What's wrong Ms. Sora-nanny you look pale like a ghost?" the boy asked cocking his head to one side still sitting on the counter.

"It's pale as if you've seen a ghost dummy," The girl corrected, sliding off the counter.

"I'm not a dummy…"

"Well you have to be if you say dumb things!" This girl was going to be the typical stuck up brat.

"I didn't say dumb things!" And this boy was going to be the usual 'quick to jump into action' boy.

"That man-Taichi," I ignored their sibling spat, my mind too running with alternative possiblities, "He's your…he's your…da...dad?" I managed to ask my question, my face was most likely flushed due to my racing heartbeat.

"No he isn't our dad," The girl rolled her eyes as she stated.

Oh thank goodness there is hope for me yet!

"He's our SUPER-DAD!" The girl jumped up giggling and squealing.

"Yeah! He's the best daddy in the whole wide world!" Her younger brother chimed in jumping and down too in excitement. Both them being completely oblivious to the fact that they just shattered my happiness in one blow.

Fuck my life.

Kids really do ruin everything.

HAHAHA just for the record, I enjoy the company of children.

So I'm writing this story in Sora's POV simply because I like the idea of having a woman being the center and driving force. Usually I wouldn't do it, (i like guys too much especially Taichi!) but i feel its s good to have a woman driven story where she isn't weak willed or waiting for a man to save her.

This was fun to write. I have a strange habit of getting really vivid dream when I feel that I haven't been in touch with my artisitic side. I had this dream, and I think that it's a fun concept.

Thanks for reading! Now be a dear and review too