"Daaaaaaddddddyy, There are so many people here," my youngest daughter yelled.

I rolled my eyes before picking her up, holding her on my hip. " Yes sweetie. They are here to interview to be your nanny. Remember when we all talked about it the other day?"

"Daddy, I'm not stupid. I was just stating a fact. There are a lot of people here," she said with a glare.

I looked at her for a moment before putting her down and walking into the living room. We had it set up with a table in front of the couch. There were papers in two neat stacks. In front of the table, we had a single chair for each interviewee to sit at.

If there was one thing my daughter was, efficient is definitely one of them.

Speaking of whom, she was sitting on the couch with her leg propped up. Her ankle had a bad sprain. She couldn't put weight on it for two weeks. Which meant no dance. Yeah, she wasn't happy about that. Good thing she had already secured her spot and had an understanding coach or I would not have heard the end of that.

" Hey princess, are you ready to start" I asked as I sat on her other side.

She shuffled a couple of papers before looking up at me and smiling. "Yup, let's get started. So, this stack is the most qualified and this stack is the least qualified. I suggest getting the less qualified out of the way. Those should be the quicker interviews."

See, efficient!

"Well okay then. EJ," I yelled. He came rushing in. " Go ahead and send in-" I looked at the first stack. " Linda Bishop."

He nodded and walked out and a moment later, an older woman with graying hair slowly walked in. She was hunched over like you would see an old lady to be in the movies.

I smiled and gestured to the seat in front of the table.

"You must be Linda Bishop? How are you doing today," I asked in the most professional voice i could muster up.

"I am doing fine dear. And you," she asked back.

"Can we just cut to the chase," my daughter cut me off before I could answer. " Why do you want to be our nanny?"

The older woman looked startled at my daughter's bluntness before stuttering out an answer. "I uh, I need a job. And I um. I have childcare experience. So uh, I-I thought this would be a great op- um opportunity," she finished.

I put my head in my hands in despair. If this lady was intimidated by my daughter, she couldn't work for us. We needed someone who wouldn't take any of our shit.

This pretty much went on like this, the whole day. Even the more qualified nannies were either intimidated by my daughter, or too strict sounding for my taste. So by the last applicant, i was just ready to go to bed.

"Dad, this is the last person for today. She actually sounds pretty good on paper. She is in school for childhood development. She has been taking care of kids since she was ten years old. Her dad is a police Chief, so you know she's probably a good person. Cop parents are usually strict. Hopefully this is the one, because i'm tired," she finished.

I just nodded my head to agree. I was also tired. "Okay EJ, let her in.," I yelled.

EJ opened the door and instantly, it felt like all the air in the room was sucked out. The most beautiful woman, I have ever seen stepped into the room.

"Hi, Im Isabella Swan, but everyone calls me Bella."

There was a slight pause before my daughter started in on her questions.

" So isabella, why do you want to be our nanny?" asked my daughter.

"Well, i love kids. Always have and I'm in school for childhood development. Being a nanny gives me a chance to finish school and still work with kids. During the day they are in school which is when i'm in school for the most part but then when they are out i can help them with their homework, get them to after school activities, and play with them at home. Cook with them, get them to bed, and anything else that's needed."

Ok, she sounded perfect but now comes the hard part.

Again, my daughter beat me to the punch. "So, my sister is pretty bad, she likes to prank people and to be honest, she's just plain evil. She's the reason i'm like this," she gestured to her leg before continuing, "how would you punish her?"

This was a tricky question. I tried not to hit my kids unless i absolutely had to. Most of the time my voice and a basic punishment was enough. Not to say it never happens, just not often. I felt it was a last resort type of situation.

" Um well, punishment is kind of an open thing. Because the punishment definitely needs to fit the crime. I don't believe in beating a child for everything. But i do think it is sometimes necessary, and in those extreme circumstances i would leave that to Mr. Cullen-"

"Edward, please. Um call me Edward," was the first thing i said.

She blinked at me a moment before continuing. " Ok, i would leave that to you. But general punishments contain timeouts, taking beloved toys and electronics, and like i said for more severe things, i would consult with Mr Cu- Edward," she finished with.

My daughter looked at her for a moment before looking at me and smiling. That meant she liked her. If i was being honest, i liked her too, maybe a little too much, but above all i thought she would be a great presence for my kids.

I cleared my dry throat and finally spoke into the silence. " Well when can you start. We would need someone who can live here. There are times when i work late or get called into the office in the middle of the night. And i would need someone to be here."

"Um, oh. I didn't know this was a live in position." she looked nervous.

I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion. "Oh, is that going to be an issue?"

"Uh, I- no. I just wasnt aware and i have a lease. I'm sorry i just wasnt aware."

"Oh. ok. Well don't worry about your lease. Anything that needs to be paid for breaking it i will cover and any moving costs as well. We have the attached garage apartment for you. It has a full kitchen, bathroom, and two bedrooms. That way you have privacy. It also has its own entrance into the place but you can also get in from the house as well."

She was nodding along with everything i said. "Ok. sounds great. Um do you need to do a background check or drug testing or anything," she asked and Kat started laughing immediately.

I just rolled my eyes. "Thats funny, dad do drug testing. He thinks we don't know but he smokes weed all the time."

I cleared my throat because i really didn't know they knew. "Um, do you have any questions for us?"

"Um, so yea, i only really have one. I have sort of a problem. Where do you stand on swearing?"

I blinked. "Um, i love it," i laughed out. " I have a bit of a problem myself, so don't worry about it. I get it. It slips out. At this point i don't even try to temper mine so, swear away."

She nodded. "Okay, one last thing i think i need to disclose. I have a sex addiction."