#how many times can Pete say sir in one story 👀

[babygirllinds]

Can we please see a sneak peek of the babysitter? I’m a sucker for this particular trope 🙈

Hello lovely 🥰 I’m also a sucker for this trope and I’d love to provide! Thank you for this request! I really want to work at getting this one out soon since I love it sm! No smut yet, but I still hope you enjoy this little snippet 💗

warning: age gap/power dynamics. If that isn’t your jam, just skip on over this post :)

“You’re really good with them, ya’know?”

Pete’s mouth drops open slightly, “Thank you, Sir?”

“No, really. I know Sarah rants about you being a lifesaver, but I didn’t realize how much they had taken to you,” the man shakes his head and a slight smirk graces his plump lips. “I must admit I was slightly jealous when I walked in and my kids stayed glued to your side. You’re a real natural at this and what? You're only 21?”

“22, actually, Sir,” Pete corrects. “I, um– I just have a way with kids, I guess? I was always stuck taking care of my younger cousins and it just became second nature. Two of my friends got married pretty young and they have a kid between Hanna and Leon’s age. His name is Bradley. I’m the godfather and I spend a lot of my free time with him.”

Pete doesn’t realize he’s rambling again until Mr. Kazansky is smiling that same smile as earlier again.

“I remember your old man calling you a baby whisperer when he gave me your number. I thought he was full of shit, but the more I see you with them, the more I have to believe him,” Pete’s own smile makes itself known and Mr. Kazansky’s smile tilts into a quirk of lips. “Don’t let it inflate your ego too much, kid.”

“Never, Sir. My ego is already big as is.”

They’re both laughing as he fishes two $100 bills out of his wallet. It’s more than expected for the short day of work and Pete thinks the man is in a generous mood today. He moves to stand in front of Pete and Pete is helpless to accept the crisp bills being pressed into his palm. Then Tom is winking at him.

“I think you deserve this for being so good with them today. And please, Pete?”

“Yes, Sir?”

Now that Mr. Kazansky is closer, Pete watches as his jaw jumps slightly and his eyes go a bit dark. It sends something dangerous shooting through his spine as he watches the older man.

“You can drop the honorifics already. I know Sarah has asked that you call her by her name and now I’m asking you to do the same. Tom is fine.”

“Yes, Sir,” Pete replies on autopilot, barely registering the words. “Shit, oh God, sorry. I mean Tom, Sir.”

His words are coming out fast and nervous sounding, but Mr. Kazan– Tom is just laughing and Pete is hit by the minty smell of chewing gum and an underlying scent of cigarette smoke. It’s all so intoxicating as Tom stands too close, practically sharing Pete’s space.