#ghostie au pair era coming soon???

[gothghostiie]

I'm babysitting so yall know what time it is

cw: stressed price, babysitter!reader, domestic stuff, gn!reader

you haven't even opened your eyes this morning when your doorbell began to ring. in fact, you feel like it never rang louder in your entire dang life. and never more frequently. you groan in annoyance as you heave yourself out of your bed, eyes small with sleep as you unlock the door, just wide enough to poke your head out and yell at whoever wakes you up at such an ungodly time - at least that's what you want to do, until you see who it is.

no one other than a very stressed looking John, baby on his arm, looking excited to see you. you look at them, confused, rubbing your eyes to try and wake up properly. before you can even process.. anything, he's already speaking.

"Love. 'm so sorry, didn't mean to wake ya.." he mutters, an edge in his voice. " 'm sorry, it's an emergency, I don't have anyone to watch the kid, I-" he sounds like he might cry - or possibly scream in frustration, so you cut him off, taking the baby that's already making grabby hands at you into your arms.

"Mr. Price, it's fine. Don't worry." you say softly but firmly, trying to reassure him despite being barely comprehensible. you yawn and snuggle the fat baby against you, he sighs in relief, the tension in his shoulders visibly easing.

"You're an angel." he says, taking a deep breath. "Get dressed and I'll drive you to my place, yea?" he says softly, you nod. the baby goes back to price with some mild fussing, letting you go to get dressed, quickly brush your teeth and look halfway presentable - which means a pair of sweatpants and a loose shirt with some jacket thrown on top. You come back outside with a small bag, price already has the little one buckled in, holding the passenger door open for you. you smile and climb in, he gives you a tired smile before shutting your door and getting in himself. the drive is filled with him telling you how sweet you are, thanking you and telling you how lucky he is to have you. he only stops when he parks, looking a bit uncomfortable again. "Key is under the mat, let yourself in love.. and.. I'm sorry for the mess. it's been a hard week." he admits, you just smile and nod, telling him it's okay. you climb out of the car, unbuckling the baby out of the backseat, waving at john as he drives off again.

with the litlte one on your hip you go inside - price wasn't lying, the house is a mess - taking off your shoes and slipping into the slippers he got for you a while ago. you take a look around, humming to yourself as you put the baby in the playpen, letting it happily coo at its favourite blocks and the countless stuffies John bought for it, while you got to work around the house. clothes into the washing machine, trash collected, even vacuuming goes easy with the baby laughing every time the vacuuming makes a funny noise. by the time you're done with the living room it's already lunch time, followed closely by nap time - as much as you'd love to lie on the couch with the little munchkin again, you wanna keep cleaning. with the baby in bed it goes by even quicker, soon enough the kitchen is done and the first load of laundry is hung up to dry, the baby awake again and happily cooing on your arm while you clean it's room up a bit. you even go to his bedroom to clean up, put fresh sheets on the king-size bed, vacuum and mop while the baby jumps around on the bed. you do the last bit of laundry (and think about stealing one of his worn shirts, because christ he smells so heavenly), and then go to clean the bathroom too, organising his few products a litlte; making a mental note to gift him some more too - then it's already time to start dinner.

baby sits on the counter, fat legs dangling as you cook some simple pasta, of course trying everything. after it's been approved by your little chef you sit down and have dinner, then get the little one ready for bed already. in fresh pyjamas you cuddle on the couch for a little before putting it to bed with a bottle, just in time to hang up the last load on laundry. you hum to yourself, tv on with John's show that you got weirdly invested in by now, hanging up the wet clothes - when finally the door opens. you can't help but smile to yourself as you hear the heavy steps on the creaking floor board that he always tries (and fails) to avoid, followed by the familiar groan when he stretches after a long day. there's a pause as before the steps continue, this time with slippers instead of his usual street shoes, slowly coming into the living room to find you there, still hanging up laundry. you look over and smile at him, a soft 'hi mr. price!' coming from you as he takes in the clean home.

"bird.." he hums softly, stepping closer. "you cleaned." his tone is almost cautious, as if he's afraid to dirty the space again by merely speaking. "You didn't have to.." he sounds sheepish, almost embarrassed, but you just smile.

"no worries." is all you say, he stares at your form in awe. "dinner's in the microwave, just gotta heat it up. and our show's still on, join me?" john swears his heart stumbled right then and there.

"will do.." he goes to walk past you but stops behind you - before you can speak up again you can feel his strong arms wrap around your waist, your back pressed up agaisnt his tummy and chest; his head resting on your shoulder. you freeze as he holds you like this for a moment, before whispering against your neck. "thank you, darling."

he leaves you standing there as he goes into the kitchen, skin still warm from his touch, tingling where you felt his hot breath, still frozen in place as a heatwave creeps up your whole body. and for the first time you really dont want to go home tonight.