Kat's POV

= Babysitter =

It was Friday and Moira was having her day-off. I wasn't sure where she went. All I knew was that I woke up and she wasn't here to make me breakfast. Oh well, I was used to making breakfast anyway while I was still happily married.

Moira had moved in with me, but like me, she didn't have many belongings. In fact, I thought she had less stuff than me. She didn't even change to her pajama or night wear when it's her off-hours. I didn't know her very well and didn't think we had a lot in common, but every time I saw her, I felt like she was my best friend and I wanted to open up to her. It was one of the reasons I wanted her to stay with me. I was behaving like a little girl who had a crush on her best friend.

It had been four days since my move-in and I had finished unpacking, but I hadn't finished exploring my big house. I had only been to my room, the living room, the kitchen, the study and Moira's room. So, I was wondering around, trying to explore. Maybe I could find dead bodies buried between the walls or a blood sucking monster in the basement.

I walked pass Moira's room and I heard some noise from the next door, so I opened the door. It was a nicely decorated nursery with blue sky painted on the wall. In the middle of the room, there was a crib. The noise was from the crib. I walked closer and I found a crying baby.

A BABY IN MY HOUSE? How is this even possible? I pinched myself and figured that I wasn't dreaming. The least I could do was to quiet it down and asked Moira later.

As an experienced nanny, I knew it wasn't crying for food or diaper change. It was the cry for attention, so I picked up the baby and started swinging the baby and singing a lullaby. Once the baby was asleep, I put it back to its crib. I looked up at the door and there's Moira standing at the doorway.

"Moira," I said as softly as I could, "Who is this baby? How come the room is so nicely decorated? And where were you earlier?" She walked into the room and grabbed my hand. She led me into the living room and we sat down.

"The room was nicely decorated because the tenants, before the last couple who sold the house, were expecting a baby. The wife died during child-birth and the husband killed himself for love. It's really like a love story," Although she said so, I couldn't feel like she was telling one. It sounded like a horror story. "And the baby you just met is my god-son, Charles Harmon, named after the doctor who delivered him," said Moira, "His parents have to work and they are looking for a babysitter. I am not qualified, but I knew you were a babysitter. So, I left the baby in the room to see if you can handle the job. It seems like you did a great job making him sleep."

"Of course I am qualified. I took courses and I knew all the techniques, 5'S, tricking kids into eating vegetables. You name it, I can do it. I am also qualified to home-school kids until they are junior high..." I paused, "But I don't need a job."

"But you need a hobby. You can't just spend you whole day on the couch, watching TV infomercials. You can take the baby to the park and socialize with other kids. You can take the baby to the mall and buy clothes for him. You can do a lot for the child," Moira said in a day-dreaming tone, "Consider that your new life."

"You can do that too," I pointed out, "I just want to sit on the couch and let the TV feed me with junk shows."

"I specialize in cleaning and you specialize in kids. We need your help," said Moira, "And besides, knowing how to care for a baby is sexy." She touched my hand and I melted.

She just knew when to use the magic touch like a waitress. "Ok, but I want to meet his parents first," I requested.

"They are already here," Moira pointed and I looked in the direction. A couple walked into the living room.

= To Be Continued =