A lot of the other mechanics were slightly jealous at how efficiently I worked, many of them talking to me and I soon got on with everyone. Except for one - Tyson. He happened to be working here too, and kept staring at me. I ignored him and got on with my work. Around eleven am a black Lexus drove in and upon being told to drive the car onto the car lift, the driver went too far and got the car stuck in the gap, causing all of us to laugh. The car corrected itself and the driver got out. It was a girl, around eighteen with light brown hair and she looked rather panicked. She noticed me staring at her and came over, begging me if I could fix it.
"What's wrong with it?" I asked, cleaning my hands on the cloth.
"I accidentally stuffed up the brakes and scraped the side of it against a letterbox." I walked over to it and admired the scratches.
"This isn't going to be an easy fix," I told her, looking at her.
"It's my mom's car…" I could see why she was so worried so I got to work with it straight away. We talked while I worked and I found out her name was Carrie, she lived only a few streets away from me and she was nineteen years old.
"So when did this happen?"
"Last night, I was on my way to babysitting and was in a rush." That word clicked in my mind.
"Babysitting? As in that's your job?" She looked a little flustered at this.
"Yeah… I like it," she admitted and I went over to the counter to change spanners.
"Well, I'm looking for a babysitter at the moment… would you be interested?"
"Yes!" She sounded so enthusiastic!
"Okay well she's around ten months old… think you can handle that?"
"It sounds like a challenge but I'm up for it," she replied and I smiled. Five minutes later I'd fixed one of the problems.
"Your brakes are fine now, good as new."
"I can't thank you enough!"
"Don't worry, you can personally pay me back by babysitting!" I got home to find Demi dancing around with Camille to some kids' music. I laughed and she turned around, smiling as she continued to sing. The next song to play was ABC by Jackson 5 and she pulled me into dancing with her, having put Camille in her play pen. Demi was so happy and I couldn't wait to tell her about Carrie. So when we'd finished dancing, she laid down on the lounge, half exhausted and I sat sideways on the lounge, her feet just shy of reaching my legs.
"I have some good news and some great news," I said and she looked interested.
"The good news is that you and I are going to dinner tomorrow night…" She thought of something I was about to say.
"What about Camille?"
"Well, I met a babysitter at work today who was more than interested."
"Details please," she requested, reaching for her phone. I decided to skip the physical features.
"She's nineteen, lives close by, been babysitting for six years and is responsible with kids." Demi was looking engrossed in something and I raised an eyebrow, her looking at me when she noticed I'd stopped talking.
"Did you hear anything I just said?" I asked and she nodded.
"She's nineteen and a babysitter…" she stated as though that was everything I'd said. I leaned forward and held myself above her and said huskily, "You weren't listening," before tickling her and hearing her loud laugh ring through the house.
"Do I get to choose where we go for dinner?" she asked once I'd removed my hands.
"No," I replied getting off her and picking Camille up. She thought of something very persuasive.
"If you let me choose, I won't make you start on the backyard work this weekend…" she trailed off, smirking as though she'd won her way. I walked around the kitchen with Camille and thought about it before deciding my answer.
"If I let you choose, I also don't have to do the chores for a week." I looked at her and she traced her lip.
"If I let you off the chores and backyard, then you can't have sex with me… for a week." She grinned as my face fell. I then found this to be an opportunity to make her pay for it.
"So where do you want to go?"
"I can seriously choose?" she beamed excitedly and then realised her actions. I winked at her and went upstairs to give Camille a bath before feeding her and putting her to bed. I stood by her crib and watched her for a while, feeling blessed to have such a perfect thing in my life. She finally fell asleep and I returned downstairs to see Demi watching TV.
"Did she go to sleep alright?"
"Yes," I said, staring at the screen.
"Did she finish her formula?"
"When are you going to get the material for the backyard?"
"I dunno, probably Friday afternoon… you know you're only making me work in this heat to see me shirtless and in pain," I said and she looked at me. She slowly climbed onto my lap and whispered, "Why would I do that when I can see you entirely clothe less right here?" before kissing me. I had to force myself to push her away.
"You were the one who said no sex for a week… that includes kissing," I said, standing up.
"That isn't fair!" I smirked and went to bed.
It was half past four the following afternoon and I was sitting at the table, waiting for Mason to come home with the supposed babysitter. What if she doesn't fit my profile? Who am I supposed to get to look after her? Finally after another fifteen minutes, they came home. The girl was slim (but not thin), had longish light-brown hair and blue eyes.
"This is my fiancée. Demi, this is Carrie, the babysitter," he said and I shook Carrie's outstretched hand, greeted with a nice loving smile.
"So sit down and tell me a bit about yourself," I said and we talked for an hour before I noticed the time. I showed her where everything was before letting her be responsible for Camille, who upon introducing her to less than an hour ago, instantly allowed Carrie to hold her. At six forty-five pm we left and got to the restaurant ten minutes later.
"You did a good job finding Carrie," I said as we sat down.
"Yeah, I trust her already. "However, as the night drew on, my decision to let a nineteen year old look after my baby was playing on my mind.
"What if Camille has an allergic reaction to something? Or hurts herself? Mason – what if Carrie ignores Camille?" I panicked and he told me to calm down. He ended up holding both my hands and
telling me everything was fine.
"Well I can't sit here for another hour without knowing…"
"Do you want to call her?" he offered, pulling out his phone. I looked at him as though he was being stupid, before yanking it from him and calling home.
"Hey it's Demi, I was just calling to see if everything was alright?" Mason was smirking at me so I kicked him under the table.
"Yes everything's fine! She's just gone to bed actually," Carrie said and I talked with her for a few minutes before hanging up.
"She's fine, just like I said," Mason told me, still grinning.