Song of the day: Hold Up by Beyoncé

*_*_*_*

King fell asleep on my lap as soon as I sat down on the black leather couch in the corner of Brandon's office. I stroked his light blonde hair, it was nothing like Brandon's dark brown locks. Come to think of it, King could pass as Matt and Amy's child rather than Brandon and Amy's child. In a way I hope he's not Brandon's child but it's not part of my job to snoop into his family's life.

"He's amazing, isn't he?" I snapped my head up to see Brandon who sat as his desk staring down at us. His lips curled up into a smile, which I've hardly ever seen him do.

"He is amazing." I bit down on my lip and meekly nodded. His child is amazing in his own beautiful way.

"You know, people think he's not my child. I can see why, he took all of his mothers features more than mine." He said tapping his pen on his wooden desk opposite us.

I sighed, playing with King's golden locks. "I know he's yours." Brandon raised an eyebrow at this. I bet he wasn't expecting it. "I mean he has that same sparkle in his eyes that you have when he's curious, confused or just amused. It's amazing really."

Was that the appropriate thing to say to your boss' husband? I wasn't even sure if I was talking about King or Brandon.

Brandon chuckled, he himself was amused with what I just said. "I take it because of how fond of King you are, that you want to have kids of your own soon?"

My eyes widened and I shook my head vigorously which made him chuckle even more. Me? Kids? That's like a kid raising a kid. "God no. I want kids, it's just I want to have a stable life and enough money first of all before I think of bringing a human into this world. You know, good house, money, good job and everything else."

He nodded as if he understood.

"Plus I'm single." I added stupidly. I mentally face palmed, why the hell would I say that? Well it does take two to tango.

"I think Matt wants to change that." He mumbled.

"What?"

"Nothing." Brandon shook his head, the only thing I heard in his sentence was Matt's name. "So tell me about yourself Michelle. Why nannying?"

"Oh. Um well I didn't have a job so this was the first one I came across since I graduated and since I want to be a housewife I thought this would be a learning experience with King." I answered truthfully. It was just my luck that the price of working for them was so high.

"I see." He nodded. "Why housewife?"

"My mother was one, she had to take care of five kids and she gave up most of her time for us," I smile. "I just admire motherhood, I think it's the greatest job a woman could have."

"Where's your mother now?" He asked with a brow raised. I tensed up a bit, that's the first time in five years anyone has asked me that question and I don't think I'm ready to answer it.

I sat in silence for a few minutes before I sighed. "She's dead. Along with my dad and my twin brother."

My gaze met up with Brandon's sad hazel ones. I don't need his pity, I've had enough of 'I'm sorry's' at the funeral five years ago just when I was fourteen, I'm pretty sure I don't need it now. I've gone through the rough patch it's only moving forward now.

"I'm sure they were good people." Brandon said and it shocked me. I was expecting a Sorry.

"They were." I mumbled.

"I'm almost done with work and if you want I can drop King off at his friends house while I run errands with you." He said getting up to put his black suit jacket on top of his white dress shirt similar to Matt's own.

I shook my head. "I'm sure there's no need for that. I'm King's nanny I have to stay with him."

Brandon walked towards the both of us and gazed at his son lovingly before shifting to look at me. He placed his index finger on the tip of my chin and lifted it up so we made eye contact and our faces were a few inches away from molding together. "I'm pretty sure I'm your boss too." He whispered huskily, he leaned forward so our cheeks were touching. "You're running errands with me and we're going to drop King off."

I nodded against his cheek and he pulled away smiling. He grabbed King off my lap and walked out the door, leaving me reeling and dumbfounded.

What have I gotten myself into?

*_*_*

Unknown ID: Hey Baby ;)

Michelle: Who the heck are you?

Unknown ID: No need to be feisty Babe.

Michelle: Call me babe or baby one last time I dare you.

Unknown ID: Babe.

Unknown ID: Baby ;)

Unknown ID: Did I scare you off?

Unknown ID: I know where you live.

Michelle: I'm going to report you to the police.

Unknown ID: Chill Red. Take a joke. :p

Michelle: Matt?

Unknown ID: The one and only babe.

Michelle: You're really childish for a grown man. -.-

Unknown ID: And you're really grown for a teenager.

Michelle: I'm 19. Barely a teen.

Unknown ID: Whatever. Same difference.

Michelle: Hold on a sec, let me change your id name.

Unknown ID: Change it to: Matt the sex god ;)

Michelle: You'd be surprised ;)

Matt the chicken: What did you change it to?

Michelle: That's a story for another time. :p

Matt the chicken: Tell me -.-

Michelle: Gtg. Your best friend looks like he's about to shoot me dead.

Matt the chicken: I hate you.

Michelle: You too babe <3

I switched off my phone just in case Matt decided to scare me with one of his unknown texts. I stared out the car window knowing that Brandon's glare was fixed at me. We hadn't spoken since he dropped King off and gotten in his car. It was just absolute silence, not one of those comfortable silences, the awkward one. Maybe I should've talked to him instead of texting someone else in front of him. I kind of put myself in this situation.

Just another long day...better get used to it. This is my life now.