Rebeckah Forthwright, a bookish 22 year old literary student, who liked to hide behind her dark rimmed glasses, and plaited red hair had recently been hired to be a nanny in the Smythe household. The two young children, Emerson 2 and Reese 5 months, were a definite handful, but she had grown to love coming to stay the week in her little nanny suite off of the Smythe household. Evidently the Smyths had come from money, for this little suite was more decadent than the apartment she kept in the city. Fridays were always hard, when she had to kiss her lovelies goodbye, and return to her lonely world of studying in the bleak little place down town.
Though seeing Mr Smythe briefly every day as he came home from work, she admired the young father. Definitely handsome, and determined to provide for his family, he was a doting father who seemed rather unfortunate in the relationship department. Bex had heard rumours on how his wife had inexplicably departed with a man nearly twice his age. Leaving him to care for the two children alone. But, he always paid her on time, and always had a smile and a kind word for the girl. Even somewhat encouraging for the work she brought with her each week for her thesis. So she was determined to keep her mouth shut about the rumours swirling in the community.
Today had been a day like many others. Messy in the morning, with her organized craft for Emerson, and allowing Reese to participate by making a mess with some water on her high chair tray. They had all laughed and played with the paint. Lunch had been a flurry of activity while she tried her best to get the place clean again so she could work on her thesis during the two children's nap.
With purple paint streaked across her cheek, she sat down heavily in the over stuffed kitchen chair, with a sigh of relief. Two hours of quiet, before it all started again, with her managing to whip up dinner to boot. But Becca couldn't complain, she loved being this busy. This needed. It was always with a certain amount of remorse that she faded into the background back to her private suite after she served them dinner. Taking her plate, and her books to work the night away.
She tucked her feet up into the chair, circling her arms around them as she stared at her notes. Wondering just why someone would leave a situation as perfect as this.
Though seeing Mr Smythe briefly every day as he came home from work, she admired the young father. Definitely handsome, and determined to provide for his family, he was a doting father who seemed rather unfortunate in the relationship department. Bex had heard rumours on how his wife had inexplicably departed with a man nearly twice his age. Leaving him to care for the two children alone. But, he always paid her on time, and always had a smile and a kind word for the girl. Even somewhat encouraging for the work she brought with her each week for her thesis. So she was determined to keep her mouth shut about the rumours swirling in the community.
Today had been a day like many others. Messy in the morning, with her organized craft for Emerson, and allowing Reese to participate by making a mess with some water on her high chair tray. They had all laughed and played with the paint. Lunch had been a flurry of activity while she tried her best to get the place clean again so she could work on her thesis during the two children's nap.
With purple paint streaked across her cheek, she sat down heavily in the over stuffed kitchen chair, with a sigh of relief. Two hours of quiet, before it all started again, with her managing to whip up dinner to boot. But Becca couldn't complain, she loved being this busy. This needed. It was always with a certain amount of remorse that she faded into the background back to her private suite after she served them dinner. Taking her plate, and her books to work the night away.
She tucked her feet up into the chair, circling her arms around them as she stared at her notes. Wondering just why someone would leave a situation as perfect as this.