Babysitting His Baby

You can do this Melissa. Just get in the damn building and get it over with.

I was standing outside Edward's Enterprise and I have been trying to get myself to just go in there and get this interview over with. I don't understand why I am so nervous, I mean it is just an interview right, no biggie, but I am so nervous that I might even have a panic attack, just kidding. It is save to blame my nervousness on my ridiculously cute puppy, Molly. She is so damn cute but so damn vicious at the same time. 

My very cute puppy has eaten virtually all my flat shoes, I think Molly gains pleasure in seeing me suffer. I swear she knows just how much I love wearing my flats and has decided to take it upon herself to make my life miserable by eating all my shoes and leaving me to wear this heels. 

No offense,I love heels,I mean I really love it, like I buy those shit every time I visit a store. They are so pretty and cute that I just can't bring myself to pass them by whenever I see one and to think I don't wear them. I only wear them occasionally, like on dates and let me tell you I don't go on dates. 

I just wear my heels,play music and dance around my room. I have been subjected to wear the heels today and it was all because of that cute puppy of mine.

"Enough with the ranting Melissa, go get yourself that job" I mentally chided myself.

I finally mustered the courage to enter that building but I was too damn nervous to admire the interior, sightseeing can be done later but I have to get myself that job first. I walked up to what I assumed should be the receptionist table.

"Good morning, how may I help you?" The receptionist asked politely, she was way too polite and her smile was very fake and forced like she wasn't happy to be at work and did I mention that she is drop dead gorgeous, she could be a model. Blonde hair that was styled to perfection, blue eyes, clear skin,and so on. What the hell am I going to do if being gorgeous was on the requirement to get the job here, what....

 "How may I help you miss?" The receptionist snapped. I guess I zoned out on her.

"I am here for the 9'oclock interview" I replied.

She nodded robotically before flipping through something that looks like the size of a dictionary

 "Melissa Brooks" she said and I nodded in confirmation "The elevator is right in that corner and use this card to gain access to the last floor" She said pointing to the elevator and handing me the card for access.

"Thank you" I replied

"Welcome to Edward's Enterprise" she said and I just nodded in  reply. Is it just me or was the welcome already too late. 

"Forget about Barbie and go get yourself that damn job" I muttered to myself. The elevator ride was not of any help at all. It was so fucking silent and very slow and I imagined getting stuck in the elevator and then a zombie will put its hand through the door and try to...... The ding of the elevator snapped me out of my imaginations. 

Ignore that, I watch too much horror movies these days. I got out of the elevator and went through a revolving door but what I saw shocked me. 

I expected this place to be sparkling clean and noise free but the damn place was filled with the cries of a baby, just one baby was making this much noise and they were a lot of people around her trying to make her quiet but she wasn't having any of  it. Her dress was covered in stains, I guess from rejecting the treats she was been offered. 

"Why won't she stop crying?" It was a male talking this time,his voice laced with distress and worry.

"I don't know why she won't stop" it was a girl this time and guess what she was gorgeous and blonde. Come to think of it, all the ladies here are blonde. Been blonde couldn't be a requirement right? I mean it wasnt mentioned that I had to be blonde.

"Did you check her diapers?" It was the male talking this time 

"Yes, I did that already" Someone else replied

"Is she sick or what?" Someone else asked

 "She doesn't have a temperature" Another person replied. The baby cries was getting louder now.

"Can I check on her?" Someone asked and every eyes in the room turned on me and that was when I realized that I was the someone.

I cleared my throat "Well,can I ?" I asked again 

"Who are you?" It was that male voice again. I was going to reply but the baby chose that minute to cry louder. 

"Does it really matter right now?" I asked him and walked up to the baby without waiting for permission anymore. I took the baby from another blonde arm. She quieted for a while after being passed but she started crying all over again. She was really cute if you look pass the swollen face and I practically melted when she locked eyes with me. 

But the big question is why she was crying so much. And then it hit me she couldn't be older than 9months. 

 "Where is her teether?" I asked 

"What is that? And why will she need that?" The male voice again.

"She needs it because she is a baby and she is obviously growing teeth" I replied without bothering to face  him.

"She doesn't have those" he replied

"Yeah, I figured " I murmured "Can I get water please?" I asked and before I could even blink there was a water bottle in my hand already. I washed my hand in the bowl beside me and I put my pinky finger in her mouth. 

Her tiny hands grabbed my finger and started smacking her gums on it, I bet she was using my finger to itch them. Poor baby, she must have been hurting so badly and the people around her were so clueless about it.

I cuddled her to my chest, nestling her head on my breast. She was so fucking cute and I just can't resist cute. I am a sucker for pretty girls. I smiled at her and she smiled back at least I think she smiled back. I started bouncing her on my legs slightly to make her sleep. 

Within minutes her eyes fluttered close but she wouldn't let go of my finger. I sat there just rocking her to sleep. Every other thing disappeared at that moment, it was just me and her and my heartaches ,I knew I shouldn't have carried her, I should have just ignored her cries and tears and left but I didn't ,like always I couldn't resist it.

 Now I don't want to leg go of her, at least not yet.