As I am doing my homework, I hear the front door slam shut downstairs. I ignore it and continue writing my paper for English class. As soon as I finish putting the finishing touches on my paper, someone knocks on my door.
“COME IN!!!” I yell through the door, permitting whoever it is permission to enter my sanctuary.
“Hey, sis. What are you doing in here?” Trey asks as he and Troy, his twin, stand in my doorway staring at me.
“I’m doing my homework; what does it look like, dumbass. What do you guys want?” I ask, already developing a headache from their level of annoyingness.
“Woah! Dial down on the aggression, Tinker Bell.” Troy says as they walk into my room and take a seat on my bed.
“What have I told you about calling me that, Prince of Troy?” I ask him in a mocking tone, using the nickname Mom gave him when we were kids that he hates for some reason.
“Whatever, we came to let you know we’re going to have to drop you off at your babysitting gig earlier than planned. We had an issue come up at the restaurant, so we have to handle that. So we’re going to drop you off on our way to the restaurant, ok?” Troy says in such a calm way that I almost didn’t get mad at him.
“What do you mean you have to drop me off early?! I have a schedule to keep I cannot just show up at her house early. What if she isn’t even at home?!” I ask them as I slowly start to freak out.
“Calm down, Tiffany! All you’re doing is showing up a little early. Just text the lady and tell her you’re going to show up a little earlier than planned.” Trey says, finally getting me to calm down.
“Ok, I’ll just let you guys know when I’m ready to go then,” I tell them as I close my computer and get my things ready to go to take a shower.
“Ok, we’re going to go to shower and eat something before we leave. OK?” They tell me as they walk out of my room, leaving the door wide upon.
“I HAVE TOLD YOU GUYS TO CLOSE MY FREAKING DOOR. I SWEAR YOU GUYS DO THIS TO PISS ME OFF!!” I scream at them before slamming my bedroom door, hearing them laugh at me.
~~ 30 minutes later ~~
“TIFFANY, GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW, OR YOU’RE WALKING TO THIS LADY’S HOUSE!!” Troy yells as I walk downstairs slowly.
“I’m here, I’m here. Don’t get your panties in a bunch. Who the hell pissed in your Cheerios?” I ask him sarcastically.
“Just get in the damn car, Tinker Bell.” He grumbles affectionately, trying to hug me as I walk past him.
Once we get in the car, I give the twins the address to Katarina’s house. After we got settled in the car, we start our journey to the suburbs of Preston Hollow. After about 10 minutes, we get to Katarina’s house. I look up, and my mouth drops open in shock. Because of the two-story-tall house I’m sitting in front of, it is gorgeous. This house has to be at least 7,000 square feet, with a two-car garage; it has a brick overlay, many windows that means lots of natural lighting. It has a lovely walk-up leading to the hazelwood colored front door.
“Are you going to get out of my car or just sit there in shock and stare at her house, Tink?” Troy asks me sarcastically, looking back at me while making a shooing motion.
“Whatever! Bye, Trey Songz. Bye, Prince of Troy. See y’all later.” I throwback at them as I get out of the car. Using their nicknames that our mom gave them, which I know they hate.
As I walk up to the front door, I feel a bit nervous that maybe Katarina isn’t home. I would look and feel like a fool if I got here and she wasn’t here. As I get to the front door, I stop and take a deep breath before I raise my hand to knock on the front door. As I’m waiting for someone to answer the door, I take my phone out to text my brothers in our group chat.
The Three Musketeers
T3: Hey, you guys can leave. I’m just waiting for her to answer the door, you weirdos.
T1: OK, you act like we can’t wait to make sure our little sister is safe inside. Also, we don’t want you to get abducted, now do we? Lol
T2: Also, we are not weirdos! If anything, you’re the weirdo, Tinker Bell.
T3: Ugh, I hate you guys so much.
T2: No, you don’t. You love us.
T1: We love you too.
T3: I love you guys. I’ll talk to you guys later. I’ll see you at 3.
T1: Love you too. See you at 3.
T2: Love you. See you at 3.
As I’m wrapping up my conversation with my brothers, I hear the door in front of me open. I look up and see a slightly out of breath girl who looks like she’s no older than 20 years old.
“Hi, I’m looking for Katarina Jackson,” I ask as soon as she opens the door.
“I’m Katarina Jackson. May I ask who is looking for me?” She asks, bewildered.
“I’m Tiffany Moore, the babysitter you hired for tonight. Oh, god, please tell me I’m not at the wrong house!!” I say, looking around, trying to make sure I’m at the right house.
“Oh, yes!! Yes, you are at the right house. Come on in. And please, call me Kat or Kitty.” She says, stepping out of the doorway to let her in.
“You’re here early.” She muses, looking at her phone.
“Oh yeah. My brothers had to get to work earlier than usual because of some emergency at their club. So they had to drop me off earlier than our agreed upon time. Sorry about that. I should have called you or at least texted you.” I explain to her.
“Oh, you’re fine. I was just doing my makeup for work tonight.” She tells me.
“Well, let me introduce you to my daughters Savannah and Abigail. SASSY, BOO-BEAR, come here, please!!” She yells so that they can hear her through the house. They come racing down the stairs as they skid to a stop right beside her.
“What did I say about running through the house?” She asks them, giving them a stern but soft look.
“Sowwy, Mama.” They say adorably at the same time, looking down at the floor.
“It’s okay, girls. Now, why don’t you introduce yourselves to your babysitter for tonight?” She tells them.
“Hi, my name is Savannah Jackson-Graham. Hi, my name is Abigail Jackson-Graham.” They say at the same time, making me smile softly at their cute little quirk.
“Hi, Savannah and Abigail. My name is Tiffany, and I am looking forward to babysitting you two tonight.” I tell them, trying to hold in my laughs at the cuteness that is them.
“Well, since you’re here early. Why don’t I tell you everything you need to know about watching them, hmm?” Kat asks, walking me towards the kitchen to get something to drink.
“So they just had their afternoon snack at 4:30, so they should be good until dinner. I like to keep them on a somewhat strict schedule when it comes to sleeping and food. Dinner is usually around 6 o’clock. I try not to give them too much junk food. Usually, on the weekends, I’ll give them something like chicken nuggets with carrots instead of fries. After dinner, it is bath time; everything for that is upstairs in their bathroom.” She tells me all of this as she shows me around the house to see where everything is.
“So bedtime is at 8 o’clock on the weekends and 7 o’clock during the week, if you happen to watch them during the week, which more than likely won’t have to happen, but if it does, you know. Please make sure you lotion them down after they get out of the bath. Their skin tends to break out if not properly moisturized.” She tells me this as we walk into the girl’s bedroom.
“After you tuck them into bed, you have to put their nebulizers on. I use this as a precaution because they have asthma; theirs just isn’t as bad as mine. You put two albuterol doses in each of their machines. Oh, before you put the nebulizer mask on, give them one syringe of acetaminophen so that they don’t wake up with a fever or throwing up or both.” She tells me as she shows me where the medicine and syringes are to find them later on tonight.
“Ok, just to make sure I have everything down. Dinner is at 6 o’clock, for dinner something somewhat healthy, after dinner is bath time, moisturize with lotion after the bath, body wash and body lotion is in the girl’s bathroom upstairs. Before I put them to bed, give them each one syringe of acetaminophen for fever and vomiting. Also, before bed, give them both a breathing treatment with two doses each.” I repeat to ensure that I understand her thoroughly.
“Yep. That’s everything there is to know for tonight. Oh, if you check in on them in the middle of the night and they're not in their room, check my bedroom. They might be cuddled up together on top of my comforter. If they are, cover them up with the blanket at the end of my bed.” She tells me as we make our way back downstairs to the kitchen.
“All of the important phone numbers are on the fridge. If you need anything, call me if I don’t answer, call my job, and I should get to the phone as soon as possible. If the girls wake up with a fever and a bleeding nose, immediately call their doctor; her number is on here as well. She will tell you whether you should call 911 or not.” She tells me as she gets her stuff together so she can leave for work.
“I have an errand I need to run before I go to work. So I will see you guys after I get off of work tonight. Girls, come here, please. I have to go to work so I will see you guys in the morning, ok? I love you mwahmwahmwahmwah!!!!” She tells them as she puts her shoes on and opens the door.
“Bye, Mama!! We love you, MWAH!” They tell her at the same time, waving to her from the front door as she gets into her 2020 Range Rover Evoque.
Once Kat leaves me, the girls go back into the house and sit on the couch in the living room. The twins sit on the couch and look at me expectantly.
“What do you guys want me to call you?” I ask the twins looking between them.
“You can call me Sassy, and you can call her Boo-Bear,” Savannah tells me excitedly.
“OK, well, you guys can call me Tiff or Tiffy. So what do you guys wanna do today?” I ask the girls looking at them both.
“Can we watch some Disney movies, please?” Sassy asks me, practically jumping out of her seat with excitement.
“Of course, we can. Why don’t you guys pick out a couple of movies while I make some snacks? OK?” I tell them as I start to get up, heading towards the kitchen.
~~1 hour and a Disney movie later~~
As Frozen 2 goes off, I look over and discover the girls have fallen asleep cuddled up together. After I look at the time, I decide to cover them up with the afgan on the couch's back while I make dinner. I turn the TV off and flip the lamp on before I walk out of the living room and into the kitchen. I look around the kitchen and decide to check the pantry first, to try and get an idea of what to cook for dinner. After I look through the pantry and refrigerator, I decide to make chicken parmesan with a mixed vegetable medley as the side dish. Once I finish cooking, I look at the time and see that it is 5:45, so I decided to wake the twins up and get them ready for dinner.
“Hey Sassy, Boo-Bear,” I murmur as I shake them to wake them up. “It’s time to wake up so you can eat.”
They roll over and face me and look at me with the cutest little pouts on their faces. As they sit up and yawn, I walk back to the kitchen and make sure the food is ready to be served. After they wash their hands, we go into the kitchen with my assistance, and I sit them at the table and set their plates in front of them. Once I have made sure that they are satisfied with their food, I make my plate and sit at the island to watch them as I eat. When the girls finish eating, I put their plates in the sink, and then we head upstairs so that I can get them ready for bed.
Once the girls have finished their nighttime routine, I head downstairs to finish my homework and relax for the rest of the night. As I’m sitting on the couch scrolling through Netflix, I get a phone call from my brother, Trey.
Me: What do you want, Trey?
Trey: I can’t call to check on my sister?
Me: No. Now, what do you want?
Trey: I need some help locating something.
Me: What are you looking for?
Trey: I can’t find last month’s financials.
Me: Are you at the restaurant or the tattoo parlor?
Trey: Tattoo parlor.
Me: OK, go to the file cabinet behind your desk. Open the second drawer and look for December, and they should be there.
Trey: Thanks, Tinkerbell.
Me: Your welcome, Trey Songz. Byeee.
By the time I get off the phone with Trey, I have decided to watch binge-watch Bridgerton since I haven’t watched it yet.