“Go easy, Luke. You will not want to acquire a bruise!” I screeched at the top of my voice for God_knows_ how_ many_ times, the moment I heard the smashing of something from the nursery.
Good Lord. This kid was a lot. He was so hyperactive and didn't seem to ever be tired.
I rolled my eyes when I heard him giggle.
I packed up the block builders he had littered around the house, moving towards the nursery. I got there on time to see him jumping off the baby rocker towards the goddamned.
I palmed my head and ran to him, catching him halfway.
“Hehehhehehehhe” he giggled loud. Does this even look funny to him? Here I am sweating on my pants while he is busy working so hard to contribute to my misery.
He cradled my face and pulled at my cheeks, leaning to give my nose a peck.
I couldn't help but smile at him. No matter how much he had frustrated me since his father left, he always had a way to make up for his vices.
“You are so cool, Jane” he squealed, trying to hop off me.
I gave up and slowly dropped him.
“Take care Luke, I beg you. I don't want you to injure yourself”, I literally pleaded, bending to pick up all the stuff he had succeeded in scattering around the room that happened to be dangerous.
At least, even if he falls he won't acquire any serious injury. I couldn't help but understand the reason why all the nannies had all quit the job. It will require a strong force to tame this hellion.
I felt his tiny hands surround my lap, leaning on me. He was playing alone this way. Imagine if they were two. That will mean bringing the building down.
“Let's just play, Jane” he pulled at my hand.
“I have to go prepare luncheon, Luke. Are you not hungry?” I tried to manipulate his slight heart.
He made a face like he was considering it and then, like the child he is, he turned and delved into his bed, forgetting the question he threw at me, leaving me to myself.
I smiled and dropped the plastic doll I was holding onto the baby rocker and whirled around to check out the room.
Satisfied with my handwork, I turned towards the door to leave after telling him to make sure he doesn't scatter the room further or will have to arrange it himself.
When I had threatened him with that, I had seen a flit of fright pass over his face.
At least I now know his weakness.
I worked downstairs and stood on the steps looking around the spacious mansion. Earlier on, I had come down to clean when the Prickhead had left, so I was happy I only had to prepare lunch, after which I would rest. I was very tired and needed to sit...If only the little monster would let me. I rolled my eyes, entering the kitchen.
I opened the cabinet containing the groceries and pulled out some fresh stuff and spaghetti, placing them on the glossy cabinet. I went to the fridge and collected meat, which I sat close to the other foodstuffs, and got to work.
I didn't know when he would return, but I needed him to come back to food, if only it would brighten his stone face.
I had finished cooking and sat on the chair in the kitchen to rest a while when my phone beeped.
I pulled it out of my jeans. It was Sty. I smiled and picked up.
“Hey girl, how is it going down there?” she quipped exuberantly.
“Great. I like the place...” I replied sluggishly.
“You don't sound like it...What's up?” she inquired, knowing me well.
“Bitch! Why didn't you tell me he had a son? A hyperactive one, for that matter. I am literally going crazy right now coupled with the fact that his father is a dickhead!” I bellowed at her as she reverberated with laughter from the other end.
“Well, I knew if I had told you, you wouldn't have even contemplated the job knowing your adversity to kids” she deadpanned.
I rolled my eyes, fiddling with the strings of my apron.
“He is cool though. Just being a kid”, I slurred.
“Yea. He can't be that bad...Hope Cassidy has been civil?” she asked, more like a wistful question.
“Civil my ass. I nearly died this morning when I met him. You needed to see the cold glare he fixed me with. Such a dimwit” I said in a voice laced with despair.
Sty laughed at my statement.
“So what's up, how is it going down there?” I decided to digress from myself.
“The usual. Nothing much...So J, how hot do you think he is?” she reversed the question back to me. I rolled my eyes and sat properly on the chair. This looks like it's going to last for a lifetime, knowing Sty and her craving for gossip.
“Well, he is very hot. I must be frank, I've never met a man who has different shades of dark facial expressions and still maintained a killer look” I drifted off thinking of our encounter this morning.
I regained my consciousness with the booming voice of Sty from the phone.
“Am here Sty,” I responded to her, my cheeks flaming up in embarrassment at my train of thought.
How can I be thinking of such a douchebag?
“Jane, make sure you get him to fuck you before being kicked out...Because I know you eventually will be,” she teased me, reddening my cheeks the more.
“How can you even say that about my employer?” I asked her in a hushed tone.
“Because I know you, Jane. Judging from the way you have been dawdling in this conversation, I know you are thinking about him.”
“I'm not,” I refused.
“ I am not, asshole”
She laughed heartily.
“You have my permission, sweetheart. It's not every day one gets the opportunity of meeting such a hot-ass male,” she quipped.
“Sty you have a boyfriend.” I reminded her playfully.
“I know bitch. He happens to be his best friend and is equally a hot-ass man, so...I'm only hinting you on the need to show him your hot-ass female side and get him the fucking hitched” I thought I was going to pass out. I can't believe Sty was saying this to me on my first day at work. In the house of a prickhead like that.
“Sty am done with you. Count me out of this discussion.”
“He's hot,” she said again as though am daft.
“I know”, I gave off before realizing what I said.
“Yeaaa. She just admitted” she returned gleefully.
“Sty don't you have a responsibility back there? Whatever you C.E.O do...” I slouched flickering on my nails.
“So is it now wrong to check on my best friend considering the fact that she's a job hopper?”
“Sty! I am trying to be better this time, trust me. I just coped with a hyperactive child for up to...3hours” I said finally, after counting the duration.
“Now I am impressed...So see you later?” she asked.
I was about to respond when I heard a loud bang from upstairs. My heart skipped a beat.
“Sty I got to go the hellion has done it again,” I said, racing out of the kitchen up the stairs two at a time.
I burst into the room to see the baby rocker crumpled on the ground with our dear hellion on the bed with poppy eyes looking all guilty.
I crossed my hands on my chest and stared back at him, unable to utter a word.
“I'm sowie, Jane. I pwoomis to be calm now” he pleaded, climbing down from the bed.
I exhaled aloud, finally whipped.
I moved towards the rocker and prayed it was repairable. I wouldn't want to incur the wrath of the Buffalo. I picked up the different pieces from the ground, looking for means of mending the pieces together.
I gave thanks to the one up there when I saw the holes drilled into their edges and immediately started fixing them.
By the time I was through, the rocker was back in shape and fitted in its position. I turned to Luke and pierced him with a hard glare.
“I'm beyond irked with you right now Luke.” I scolded him as he looked down at his feet shifting about.
“Pweese don't tell Dad” he raised his teary eyes at me. I felt something tug at my heart, dissolving every anger I felt towards him that minute.
“Well, maybe I should tell him if it would get you to behave”. At that, he grabbed at my leg and started weeping.
I was just joking. I busted out in laughter, making him pause, probably wondering if I was okay in the head.
“ I was just kidding Luke, now you have to compose yourself and be a good boy or I just might change my mind”, I teased him. He shook his head, running to jump on top of the bed to lay down in a very funny way that I found very amusing.
Why does he fear his father so?
I went to the bed to sit pushing his golden curls away.
“You don't need to sleep Lu, we will go down now so you can eat okay?” I mumbled at him. He sat up and nodded. Looking very humble.
I sat up and reached for his hand and we walked down.
I dished him a plate of the spaghetti bolognese I made, placing it in front of him. He started eating after asking me to tie his apron, which he insisted they made them wear in school before feeding.
I poured him a glass of milk and sat down to watch him eat.
Maybe I would enjoy this anyway. With a dramatic child like Luke and a scowling-faced father.
It would definitely be fun. But, wait a minute, where the heck is his father?