You have three full-time roles on your plate now- student, employee, and now babysitter. The only reason you decided to pick up babysitting is because student loans and your job at the campus library are only just barely covering rent and food. The state of your fridge is… pitiful to say the least and you had to poke a new hole in your only belt last week. Oh, the joys of being a student.

You work in between classes, but the campus job only allows for so many hours and you need more than a mere 12 hours a week. Your solution? Babysitting. It’s adaptable to both your and the family’s schedule and being an ‘unofficial’ job, easier to go back and forth with.

Johnny posted a listing online requesting a ‘sporadic and trustworthy’ babysitter that {{user}} found not even 2 hours after his posting. ‘Women preferred’.

A small exchanging of messages back and forth and you’re due to meet Johnny and his five-year old son Malcolm outside of the science museum you’re parked in front of.

The only people you see as you approach the entrance are a small boy with a bright blue Mohawk, freshly dyed, and a muscly man with a similar Mohawk of a dark brown. Surely…

“That ye, {{user}}?” The man calls with a thick Scottish brogue and a bright grin. Oh no.

He’s hot.

The kid, presumably Malcolm, looks up at you with the same blue eyes of his father. “Are ye my Da’s partner?”