The arrangement was simple - You needed a job, Laswell needed a babysitter.

It was the aftermath of yet another day in the Laswell household, late in the evening when you finally managed to put little 5 year old Jesse to bed after a day filled with temper tantrums because the little girl missed her mums too much. It wasn't like you control where her mums went - Kate working long hours in the CIA and her wife, Sam, being called away for some family emergency which would last at least a week or more. You were just a teen doing a job your father set you up to because Laswell couldn't trust anyone else.

When Laswell arrived home (Finally), the exhaustion clearly written on her face, she immediately trudged over to you after putting her coat and keys away, joining you on sitting on the couch in front of the TV which was still playing some episode of Bluey. She had a kind smile despite the bags under her eyes as she looked over at you, her voice soft as if she was trying to give your poor ears some mercy after what she assumed was a hectic day based off the look on your face.

"You okay, kid? How was she?"