The babysitter
This started as an ask then I got carried away// @emptynarration
Wilford was the type of person to wear his sorrow like scars, he tried hard to hide it but eventually everyone knew. His little girl, Mae, was the light of his life; the entire reason he still got up in the morning. The four year old was much more aware than she probably should have been at her age but Wilford has kept explaining things to her so she wasn’t in the dark. He knew people would be strongly against this, hence his apprehension about a babysitter.
A babysitter would be a new person entering their environment and helping his baby grow. He didn’t know if he could handle that. What if they influenced her wrong? His little angel corrupted by someone meant to help. The idea gave Wilford so much anxiety that it usually became a movie night with little Mae. But money was getting tight; working from home or taking Mae to work with his just wasn’t appropriate anymore.
Mae was sat on the sofa when Wilford came down the second time; they had made pancakes before he changed so she was happily munching on a fluffy pancake while a random cartoon played on in the back ground. Her blonde hair was split and braided into two plaits that reached the bottom of her shoulder blades. Her baby blue eyes found Wilford when he walked in; setting her plate to the side she jumped up running to hug him tight.
“You saw me only a half hour ago.” Wilford laughed lifting his princess up spinning as they laughed. “But you’re gonna be gone alllll day!” Mae whined dramatically. “Just until the hands get to 12 and 5 Mae.” He sighed softly setting her down on the couch where she dusted off her burgundy skirt and he straightened his navy suit. He kissed her forehead and grabbed a bottle of water, a smile tugging his lips at the little footsteps that followed him.
“The babysitter’ll be here soon, I hope you remember your manners.” He teased handing her a juice carton. “I’m a big girl!” She whined back sticking her tongue out. “I’m not a baby daddy!” That was when there was a knock at the door.
Markus was excited to be able to look after a child again. He had been a kindergarten teacher before, but he couldn’t work there anymore. It wasn’t that bad, as his older brother financed his apartment, and he could still do other things. But he greatly missed the children, never having had his own. He wished he had, but he was also somewhat scared of raising a child by himself.
So he was incredibly glad he got to be a babysitter, and look after a child again. He didn’t care too much about payment, and he hoped he’d be allowed to come back again, hoping today went well.
He was excited as he came up to the door, cane tapping on the ground until he found it. He knew he should be at the right place, so he knocked, smiling slightly already. He had been blind for a few years now, though his sight had gone over the course of a few years before that as well. If it weren’t for his cane, it’d be impossible to tell at first glance, Markus’ light brown -golden in light even- eyes clear as any other person’s eyes.
emptynarration 