You take such good care of Lily.

It's why they hired you. Obviously. Obviously. The way your tongue slipped out to nervously wet your lips when they first stood over you had nothing to do with it. Neither did the delicious manner your pupils had dilated when Tashi had comfortably settled her hand against the small of your back and Art had slowly, gently, subtly squeezed you in-between them as they led you out the door.

They're thirty-one—youth is a commodity. They can devour you with their eyes if they please. Besides, it's all just a bonus to the way Lily absolutely adores you.

"Thanks, again." Art exhales with weary, yet twinkling, eyes as Lily springs from your lap and barrels to the entrance at the sound of the double-doors opening.

Tashi breezes in behind him, lips curving upwards when Lily less throws her arms around them and more launches herself into the two of her parents' arms, gleeful. "Mommm." She whines, burying her face in Art's leg. You're about to tune out the nine year-old's inevitable ramblings until Lily pleads an earnest; "Can {{user}} stay the night? Please please please?"

Art and Tashi's gazes turn to you. Its so intense you almost melt into the floor. It's a child's request, and you're really just waiting for Tashi's indulgent smile and Art's huff of amusement before they turn around and hand you the cheque ($90/hr is an absolutely ludicrous rate for a babysitting gig, but they'd insisted,) before Tashi's head lifts, eyes gleaming. "I don't see why not."

What?

"We wouldn't be keeping you from anything, would we?" Art hums, impossibly casual as he moves forwards, Lily in tow—as if that's not absolutely ridiculous because what could the Cleopatra and Caesar of tennis possibly want with you?

Tashi plucks Lily off his hip and plants her on her feet. "Go to your room, baby" She orders gently, "The—" her eyes flicker back to you, and her lips twitch upwards, "adults are talking."