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Because of the Little One

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Chapter 1

*Brooklyn's POV *

I'm staring at him like the jerk he is and he's looking at me like I am the one in wrong.
"I've told you Brooke.." I cut him off, how many times do I need to repeat my self to him, " Jack, My name is Brooklyn."
"Okay, Brooklyn... I tried explaining to you. We are cutting down on staff in all the departments. It's not that we didn't appreciate your work and effort but unfortunately you are one of the 40 employees we have chosen to let go."
I can't believe after 4 years of working here and putting my all in, mostly kissing Jacks ass way too many times to try to look better than the other employees, but still.... I didn't come into work thinking, YES! Today is the day to get FIRED!

"Is there anything I can do to change your mind? I have worked hard for this job and put a lot of my time into helping this company grow...."

Jack interrupts me saying, "Brooke..." Here we freaking go again, "It's Brooklyn, Jack. My name is Brooklyn." He continues, "There is nothing that can change this outcome. I am sorry this has happened. I have enjoyed you working for me. I will give you a months pay and extension to your benefits to give you time to find something else. I will write you a good reference letter that you may use if you choose. I don't think there is anything else to say. I wish you the best."

His face just shows boredom. Obviously I am not getting anywhere is this conversation. I look at him with the best fake smile I can come up with and walk away. I am not going to fight for a job who doesn't want me around anymore and who doesn't consider all iv'e done good enough. I know I am a great employee and good at what I do and I will find something that is going to beat this job by far. Someone is going to appreciate my passion and effort more than this ass hat. I know i'll find something, I just have to look.

After gathering my things and turning in my employee badge I walk out of that building with as much confidence I can. I walk towards my car telling my self, just a couple more minutes then I can break down. I finally get to my car and turn it on. And the Niagara falls starts coming from my face. After about 10 minutes of chocking and coughing from my crying I finally look up and see my face in the mirror. My eyes hurt and have become red and puffy. My mascara is down my face and my heartbeat racing. I take a few deep breaths and try to calm myself down. This was just a job. It's not the most important thing. Sure, having money and being somewhat financially stable is comforting and nice to have but there are more important things than just money. I don't need to find my identity in a job. I know it will all work out. I just have to be patient. There is only one thing that would help me feel better right now. I call up my best friend.

"Hello?" She sounds like she just got done running around with her head cut off. I slightly laugh.

"Hey sis, I was wondering if I could come visit you guys?" Please don't be too busy.

"Yeah, everyone would love to see you. They miss you. Aren't you suppose to be working?" Phew, glad I can come over. I start driving towards the house.

"About that, I got unwanted but unlimited vacation time!" sounding as sad and disappointed as a koala bear not being able to reach its eucalyptus leaves.

"What? What do you mean?" she sounds really confused but excited at the same time. Did she not understand my tone and hear that something is wrong?

"I got fired today.." she interrupts me before I can continue.

"That's great! I am glad, I mean being fired sucks, wish you just quit a couple years ago but same. That place wasn't good for you!"

"What? You'r happy I got fired? I worked there for 4 years. I put so much time and effort into that place and they threw me out like none of it mattered. How can you be so excited that all that work went to nothing?"

"Exactly, it went to nothing. That just shows you how a big time job and good money isn't everything. I understand working isn't a bad thing but you spent days and most nights working for them and didn't get you anywhere. There is more to life than work. We work to live, not live to work. You didn't honestly love the job anyways." I guess she's right. That job took a lot from me and more than most days I felt exhausted and meaningless.

"I guess so. I wasn't really happy. I think I just felt stable and needed, but I guess it could be because I just let them use me and you know me. It's hard for me to say no. I like to people please. I guess it is a good thing that I am not there anymore..." we are both quite for a few seconds.

I tell her, "I am just around the corner. I will see you guys in a couple minutes."

"Okay, love you."

"Love you too and thank you. I appreciate you listening and helping."

"Anytime, see you in a minute."

We hang up and I pull into the driveway. After I park, I look at myself in the mirror one more time and wipe off my face. I do one more deep breath and get out of my car. My car isn't the best out there but it drives and fits me perfectly for when I go camping. Its a brown 2007 Ford Escape and I really do love it. Could use a little fixing up but it's everything I need with a car.

I walk up to the front door and soon as I am about to knock it fly's open. I look down and see the cutest little 4 year old. His eyes are big and green and he is jumping up and down screaming Brookie, Brookie! I say hi to Danny and he starts to open the door but then his brother comes running over and pushing him away while shutting the door. I hear Joshua yelling that he wants to be the one to open the door for me. I wait there with my hands on my hips tapping my foot. He opens the door with the biggest smile on his face welcoming me in. I shook my head at him, and tell him, "Joshua, do you think that was nice to do to your brother?" he shakes his head no. "Do you think you should apologize to your brother?" He looks at me then looks at Danny, "I'm sorry Danny" and gives his brother a hug. I smile at them. Joshua is 2 years older than Danny and even though they can be rough with each other at times, they truly do care about each other a lot and have become best friends.

My sister Brandi walks up smiling telling me, "See you are great with kids. I don't know why you stopped being a nanny. Kids love you and your great at handling situations." I just smile and tell her thanks. She says, "I am serious. Now that you don't have that Jack (she starts to say ass but covers saying "as")... Jack as a boss, you can go back to doing what you are passionate about. You love children and have a lot of experience. I bet you could find something by next week."

I tell her, "I don't know. Maybe. Its been a couple years and I don't know if I want to be a slave again to another family. That last family was rough. Remember when they had me change my laundry detergent, couldn't use the microwave and had to make there beds a specific way. I would have to do it over and over again until I got it right. Wasn't helpful that the mom kept changing her mind on what she wanted the beds to look like." I cringed remembering what it was like working for them.

"Come on Brooklyn. I even got a email notification from that babysitting website. A family posted about a nanny position and its really close to where you live. The hours are great too! I'll forward you the email. At least just look at it and maybe message them for a interview. You never know, maybe its perfect for you just like this family here is with me!"

She is right about her family. We are currently at her nanny family house and they love her. They treat her just as another family member and has even included me. I can come over whenever and visit the the little babes and get to spend time with my sister when shes working. I tell her thank you and we play for a little bit with the babes. We will see each other in 2 days for softball games on Sunday and will be to catch up with each other more then.

I head home and pull into my garage. I love my house. It's not big but it's not too small. It's a ranch with a small back yard. My house is set further away from the street and surrounded by a small amount of trees adding some privacy. I have a light grey house with a variety of grey colored stone in sections around it. I have a beautiful stone patio in the back with a fireplace for when I have my sister and a couple friends come by. I don't like clutter so some would say my house is too simple but I like things to be simple and very organized. It is nice to come home and not be overwhelmed by things being all over the place, except candles. I can never have enough of those. The kitchen is probably my favorite room in the house. I have a beautiful white kitchen with white and grey marble countertops. I have grey and yellow throughout it. My bedroom is my second favorite room of the house. Big king size bed with a nice soft grey comforter. Lots of pillows even though more than half of them end up in the floor by the morning. And then my third favorite is my living room. I have a light grey wide and comfy couch in the center of the room with 2 white book cases on the left side wall. I have a matching love seat on the right side of the room with a cute white side table. As you can probably tell, white and grey are my favorite colors.

I lock up my car and walk straight into my kitchen. My black cat Mila comes up to me and rubs all over my legs. I pick her up and give her a couple kisses before I put my keys and purse on the hooks and head to the kitchen to start making dinner. Making dinner is one of my favorite times of the day other than sleeping. I pour my self a glass of Jack Daniels and get to cooking. I make a big pot of homemade chicken noodle soup and a grilled cheese sandwich. I give Mila a couple pieces of chicken as I finish up. I put a couple of containers of the soup in the freezer for the next couple weeks. I like to food prep and always have some easy meals on hand for when life gets a little crazy.

After I clean up the kitchen I head to the living room with my second glass of whisky to eat and relax. I get my phone to start reading the rest of the book I started yesterday. I cuddle up on the couch with my favorite blanket from Ikea and Mila jumps up for some night cuddles. She was born with kidney failure and was only suppose to live to 9 months old. She is currently 2 years old and staying strong for the both of us. By 11pm I finished the last chapter and head to bed. It's been a long day and I am ready to get some rest.
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