Katelynn stepped into the house, pulling the luggage behind her. She heard Vicky scream from the driveway and stopped.

"Katelynn, you dropped your jacket on the way." He jogged up to her and she glanced over him, feeling as though time had slowed. But soon enough, he was in front of her, his breath fanning over her face. "Here you go," he said as he handed it over. "The kids are gonna come back in about an hour, so maybe I should show you around the place, yeah?"

"By themselves?"

"Urm, no. I have a friend that has a little girl going to the same school. Katy, however, I shall be picking her up after her art class."

Katelynn nodded her head before dropping the jacket on the table beside the door. She closed her door and followed after him, watching his long legs stride easily along the concrete path. She had the worry of living in the exact same house as him and the kids but he calmed her down when he showed her the small, comfortable building beside the garage. Now she had her own place in a way and had access to the house through the garage door that was attached to hers. In a way, the journey to her house and the main house was just one long hallway.

"So this is basically how you can easily enter the house. There's a doorbell and lock on the door as you enter the garage so no one can just pop in. Is that okay?"

"So I have two front doors?" Vicky raised his eyebrows in amusement when he realised how serious she was. He glanced down to her rigid shoulders and then to her hands that were curled into a fist. "Vicky, come on, I'm trying to get everything into my head and you're just standing there making fun of me." He saw her frown and then turned back around, finally entering the house.

"Two front doors, Katelynn." He went round to the front door when he finally turned back to face her. "Okay, first thing the girls have to do when they come in is hang up their jackets. They always, and I mean always take them upstairs and leave them on the floor. So, jackets off and hung up and then shoes taken off and put back into the shoes box, neatly. They just leave the shoes everywhere and I always end up tripping over them."

Katleynn nodded her head. "Thomas? That is the little boy's name right?" She didn't wait for him to answer. "How come you only mentioned the girls?"

"Because my Tommy always listens. Even though he can't reach the peg we use, I created a lower one for him so he doesn't have any excuses. The only thing Tommy doesn't do is separate his socks from his shoes."

"Meaning?" Vicky sighed as he opened the shoe box. As expected, he saw the socks stuffed into his trainers. "Ah, that makes sense."

"And, after they do that, it's then them getting dressed. Okay, so Leah has no trouble getting changed into her pyjamas but it's Katy that really doesn't get changed into anything and usually tends to laze around in her school clothes. But then after threatening to take away her phone, she usually compels. But then again, clothing is an issue for her because I always seem to be be telling her to put actual clothes on rather than the minimum she wears."

Katelynn shook her head with a laugh. Vicky looked over with a frown. "Let me guess, Leah is the tomboy-ish one and Katy is the girly one who always seems to be attempting to climb up the poplar ladder."

"More or less," Vicky found himself agreeing. He then smiled as they walked down the hall. "So what were you? A Leah or a Katy."

"For sure a Leah. I'm pretty sure I used to go to Church in my pyjamas as well," she said with a laugh. "Although, I hated going to Church. Never really understood why my parents took me and my sister because they were far from religious. I think it was because, at that time, our granparents lived with us and trust me, they had their nose stuck in a bible all day long." Vicky shook his head with a smile before coming to the kitchen.

"Okay, well grab a seat and I'll talk to you about their punishments before I carry on showing you around the place."

Vicky watched in amusement as she went around the counter top, tapping her chin as to what chair to sit on. She finally picked the one right beside Vicky. He watched as she looked around, taking in the sight of the large tabletops and black tiled floors. Vicky noticed the slight dimple on her right cheek as she smiled at him, crossing her arms on the counter.

"Can I have a pen and paper, please?" He nodded his head and stretched his arm out to reach the notepad at the other end of the counter top. He then swirled on his stool and picked up the pen from the other counter. "Thank you," she whispered. Her eyes focused on his exposed muscles as he crossed his arms on the table.

"Shall we begin?"

Katelynn nodded out of her trance. "So, punishments, right? I mean, I get smacking a kid once but if that's the-"

"No!" Vicky cried as he burst out laughing. Katelynn felt her cheeks burn in embarrassment. "God no. I would never raise a hand on my children. But that was actually hilarious though," he said as a few more chuckles escaped his lips. "Wow, Katelynn, I haven't laughed that much in ages," he said with another set of deep chuckles.

"Fuck, I just want to go and bury myself in a hole right now," she mumbled as she hid her face away in her folded arms. .

"Ah man," he said with a smile. "That's something I won't forget for a long time." He then stood up and walked away. When he walked back in, he had a money jar in his hands. "Pay up, Katelynn." She lifted her head in shock and then saw him smiling down at her.

That smile, she thought dreamily.

"Are you for real?"

"Of course. Whatever rule goes for the kids, goes for grown ups to." Katelynn grumbled as she stuffed her hand in the small jeans pocket to pull out some change. "One pound please." She looked up at him, eyes wide.

"Well you're gonna make a lot of money from me then, won't you?"

Vicky sighed, all traces of laughter vanished from his face. "Katelynn, this isn't funny. I would really appreciate it if you didn't use foul language in front of my kids."

"Alright, alright. I promise I won't." He grunted back in response and sat down beside her. "What was so funny about what I said anyways?" As soon as he replayed the moment in his head, Vicky had his head tilted back, chuckles escaping his mouth.

"I can't even tell you, Katelynn. I really don't know myself. I think it was just the seriousness of your voice and the shock and fear in your eyes that I found hilarious. Although, child abuse is a very serious matter and should not be laughed at," he said, his tone now very firm. Katelynn cleared her throat and clicked the pen, ready to take down the notes.

"Shall we get to it?"

"Right, of course. Okay, most punishments usually apply to the girls. So I might as well tell you what Thomas does wrong all the time- which isn't much, thank the lord. I think the only thing he doesn't do is finish off his food and not clean up after himself. He has a habit of just leaving his toys everywhere and no matter how much you tell him, he just wouldn't do it. So, for anyone who doesn't clean up after themselves, be it washing dishes, leaving the bathroom in a mess or even not putting all the food away when they make a snack- they have to give me their phone, laptop or whatever electronics for an hour and in that hour, I make them wipe down all the doors and windows and whatnot. Since they do it quite often, the house stays pretty much clean," he admitted with a smirk. After noting down all the new information, Katelynn pointed the pen at him, keeping her eyes on the paper.

"That is child labour and you know it. But goddamn, if my kids that, I'd make them clean the house for the whole bloody week." She looked up. "What about not finishing his food?"

"That's debatable. Thomas gets ill sometimes and he just doesn't eat his food. And sometimes, he just gets full quicker than other days. But the girls tend to always finish their food so that's not a problem. And they serve themselves so they know how much food they want. All you're gonna have to do is make sure they get enough vegetables and balance everything out onto that plate." Vicky watched as she scribbled down her notes. She then looked up at him, biting down on the end of the pen as she waited for the next bit of information. "So, this is the most common one of all times and trust me, you'll eventually find this amusing as I do now. So, the girls are always fighting and I mean always. So when they do, I tell them to put all the electronics on the kitchen table- which stays for the whole day or until I am satisfied that they deserve it and in that time, I usually make them study since they would have nothing else to do. Most of the time it's that or it's chores."

Katelynn nodded her head. "That's all the punishments?"

"More or less. That's pretty much the most things that they do wrong. If anything else happens, I just observe the situation and do what is best according to that issue. So if anything else happens outside of that zone, then just wait for me to come home, tell me and I'll deal with it." He then clapped his hands, making Katelynn jump. He watched as her cheeks turned bright red and had an urge to extend his arm and pinch them.

"Right, so now that that's over, what about the things I should look out for? You mentioned the front door and shoes so there has to be more."

"Ah, well this is nice." He lifted his head up on his arm and smiled. "Not one other nanny asked about their routines and habits- I think that's how the kids managed to mess them up so bad. Well anyways, lets start with my dear Katy. That girl is going through some next up stage. I really don't think her generation know the meaning of clothes anymore," he said whilst shaking his head. "With her, or with Leah- although she isn't really much of a problem- is that I have certain allowances."

"Oh my, don't even get me started at the girls I had in my school when I was their age. It was like a sort of fashion to dressed as a prostitute and I am ninety percent sure that real prostitutes had more clothing on that the school bimbos."

Vicky chuckled as he glanced at her flustered state. "Is that so?"

"Yes!" she practically exclaimed. "I mean the way you present yourself shows the respect you have for yourself and I know people are gonna hate me for this, but yeah, sometimes I do blame the girls because God even knows that they ask for it. If you're gonna be dressed in a fucking tutu, shoving your ass into a man's crotch, calling his some next up kinky name, then yes, it's your fault. I mean, do these girls- young girls not have any respect for themselves? To be going around like that, freezing their fucking butts off just to impress the new jackass that wants to get into their pants?"

His eyes scanned over to her curled fists and saw that her nails were digging into her own skin. Without thinking, he reached out opened them up, squeezing his hand in them. The tense muscles under his touch began to relax. "Hey," he whispered. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get you so worked up."

She shook her head and brought her hand back to her side. "It's okay. I just...I know girls that went through all of that and they got blamed although they made no advances and I look around and see all these other girls that are just..." She sniffed and looked up at him. "I'm sorry. I am so sorry. This isn't very professional is it?"

Vicky gave her a small smile before handing her a tissue. "I don't really think this type of work field is necessarily professional anyways. I mean, I wouldn't want someone looking after my kids if they were professional- bit robotic if you ask me." He gave her shoulder a squeeze as he walked past.

His hand feels so nice. Katelynn looked up at him, following him with her eyes as he opened the fridge and gave her a water bottle. "Thank you," she manged to get past her lips. She sniffed once more and then opened the bottle, taking a few sips.

"Oh yes, there was something else I wanted to tell you," he said once he sat down on the stool beside her. "You don't have to pay for rent or anything like that. You place has it's own metre for electricy and gas so you only pay for what you use. As for food and everything, I honestly don't mind you taking anything from here. But you have your own fridge, freezer, microwave-"

"It's okay, Victor, I have seen it." He wrinkled his nose.

"No one calls me Victor anymore- except my parents."

I used to call you Victor all the time. She sighed and then picked up her pen. "Vicky it is then. Shall we continue?"