Rebeckah Forthwright, a bookish 22 year old literary student, who liked to hide behind her dark rimmed glasses, and plaited red hair had just been hired to be a nanny in the Smythe household. The two young children, Emerson 2 and Reese 5 months, were a definite handful, but she had grown to love coming to stay the week in her little nanny suite off of the Smythe household. Fridays were always hard, when she had to kiss her lovelies goodbye, and return to her lonely world of studying and avoiding the partying in her college dorm.
Though seeing Mr Smythe briefly every day as he came home from work, she admired the young father. Definitely handsome, and determined to provide for his family, he was a doting father who seemed rather unfortunate in the relationship department. But, he always paid her on time, and always had a smile and a kind word for the girl.
Today had been a day like many others. Messy in the morning, with her organized craft for Emerson, and allowing Reese to participate by making a mess with some water on her high chair tray. They had all laughed and played with the paint. Lunch had been a flurry of activity while she tried her best to get the place clean again so she could study during the two children's nap.
With purple paint streaked across her cheek, she sat down heavily in the over stuffed kitchen chair, with a sigh of relief. Two hours of quiet, before it all started again, with her managing to whip up dinner to boot.
((Looking for the Father to come home unexpectely in the afternoon.. lets see what these two get up to?))
Though seeing Mr Smythe briefly every day as he came home from work, she admired the young father. Definitely handsome, and determined to provide for his family, he was a doting father who seemed rather unfortunate in the relationship department. But, he always paid her on time, and always had a smile and a kind word for the girl.
Today had been a day like many others. Messy in the morning, with her organized craft for Emerson, and allowing Reese to participate by making a mess with some water on her high chair tray. They had all laughed and played with the paint. Lunch had been a flurry of activity while she tried her best to get the place clean again so she could study during the two children's nap.
With purple paint streaked across her cheek, she sat down heavily in the over stuffed kitchen chair, with a sigh of relief. Two hours of quiet, before it all started again, with her managing to whip up dinner to boot.
((Looking for the Father to come home unexpectely in the afternoon.. lets see what these two get up to?))