Thread: He's My Nanny (Ava & Pina Colada)

When Gabby heard the knock on the door a faint sigh escaped her soft pink lips. What to ya think cowboy? Should we leave em waiting or should I get the door?Jeremy laughed and sat up. Well sheriff can I see who it is? He always liked meeting new people. Gabriella feigned pondering the thought before quickly scooping up her son and draping him over one shoulder. Wow.... you've gotten so much bigger!! Coming!! She said as her sound was going through of fit of laughter and flailing his little limbs to and fro. Gabriella opened the door with a little laugh. Mom!! her son yelled as she was quite shocked to find a guy standing at her door. Hi, I'm Gabriella Beaumont and I will safely assume you are here for the nanny position? She was quite taken back by the thought of a male nanny. Mom, put me down, this is not how you treat a cowboy. He said. She gently let him stand on his own two feet and rubbed her shoulder for a second. How old are you again? Sixteen? Because weigh almost as much a linebacker. The little boy laughed, quickly correcting his mother that he was four years old. Okay handsome, go upstairs and clean up your toys and I'll call you back downstairs when we're done talking. Of course Jeremy did not missed the man standing at the front door. And I mean ALL of them Jeremy, I almost got killed by a transformer in the hallway. She gave him a kiss on his chubby little cheek and released the little boy. His little sock covered feet carried him upstairs as he wandered down the hall and into his room where Gabby heard the closing of a door. Please, come on in. Of course the first impression was everything and this guy was, well ... interesting. A simple shirt and jeans. Already she could see paint splattered all over that shirt. The last nanny was not too fond of on her expensive cashmere top. Brownie points for the choice of attire. This little man is rather messy. The layout of the bottom floor was open. The only thing separating the living room from the kitchen was a breakfast bar, so she could see her son rather easily. There were pictures of mother and son hanging her and there. Not the slightest inkling of a father. Please have a seat. She sat on on end of the sofa a moved her son's book aside. The house was rather clean for this moment. It was decorated comfortably with a rather large sectional sofa with a chaise at the end. A sixty inch television that she and her son could watch movies on and a thick wooden table with plenty of storage on two sides. Okay, first let me be frank, I am very surprise to see a male nanny. I am not looking for a baby sitter, otherwise I'd hire the teenage girl next door. I am looking for a live in nanny, if you have your own place, that is fine. I just need someone here early in the morning and until Jeremy goes to bed. All the other nannies were just... flawed. Bringing boyfriends over, not actually watching my son, and complaining of his behavior. He's a four year old boy, and he can be a pain in the butt, but he's my pain in the butt and I love him. I just need an extra pair of hands and eyes while I try and make some dent in my work. She took a moment to breath knowing she had just said a lot. I am saying all of this now, because I've had to say it once too many already and I just want to cut to the chase and ask, do you think you can handle a four year old boy and his mother? You could hear the weariness in her voice. Gabby could not stand the thought of another disappointment. Of course Jeremy peeked between the bars at the top of the stair case. Mom... is that the nanny? Gabby sighed her son's name. Go back upstairs handsome, I'll be there in a minute. She said and listened as he walked away. So... are you the new nanny?