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Usually, Jack could rely on Tim to take care of Angel.
His brother was a part-time writer who occasionally took on second jobs, and with such a loose schedule he was a natural pick when it came to figuring out who could keep Angel busy when Jack had to work overtime.
Tonight he had a company dinner, and had foolishly assumed Tim would be free and up for babysitting. Unfortunately, just a few minutes ago his phone had pinged with info that Tim had taken a catering gig and would be busy all night. So now, Jack was scrambling to thing of a solution as Angel tugged on his boxers and whined about how her sippy cup was empty.
“In a minute, baby girl, daddy’s gotta get you a sitter, ‘kay?” Jack bent down to scoop her up in one arm as he frantically searched local babysitting services on his tablet with the other. Angel wiggled happily as Jack kissed her temple, eyes still fixed on the loading page as he carried her off to the kitchen.
Honestly, if no one found out and squealed on him he could probably leave Angel bundled in blankets with juice and snacks and the tablet and she’d probably just sit there giggling and swiping through a playlist of brightly colored cartoons until Jack got back, but he would enjoy his steak a lot better knowing someone trustworthy was home caring for his pup.
He’d ended up picking a profile at random after filtering through only five-star rated sitters. He’d briefly glanced over the posted stats, picking up on “omega,” “grad student,” and “brings his own games” before verifying his decision. After getting a confirmation text on his tablet, he plopped Angel in front of the television with her stuffed unicorn and a purple sippy cup full of juice before he set about getting ready for the company dinner.
The doorbell rang just as Jack had finished fixing his H-shaped cufflinks into his sleeves. At least the kid was pretty prompt.
Jack thumped down the stairs, buttoning his blazer up as he walked to the door. Angel chirped happily from the living room, crawling upright to peer curiously over the back of the couch as Jack squinted through the peephole, getting a fish-eye glance of the young man waiting on his porch.
Oh.
Jack didn’t really have any expectations when it came to the sitter, asides from a competent, well-behaved omega that could follow the rules and not get sticky fingers once he saw all the luxuries Jack stuffed his house with. He definitely hadn’t really given any thought to the kid’s personal appearance—the website hadn’t included photos with its profiles, and the hotness of the sitter had been the last thing on Jack’s mind tonight. Now that he got a good look at him, though, it came right to the forefront.
Even through the distorted curve of the peephole, Jack could see the kid was a standout. Honestly, he looked like he was going to a meeting with his buddy’s tech startup rather than a babysitting gig. A deep blue blazer hemmed in a faint turquoise shirt, and a few buttons at the collar were tastefully popped, showing off distinct collarbones and a bit of pale chest. Jack could see splashes of black and blue ink against his skin, stylized in stark geometric designs.
Tattoos might put off a normal parent when it came to babysitters, but they honestly suited the kid, colors not clashing with his clothes almost like he’d coordinated around them. The circular one in particular looked like a target against his neck, inviting Jack’s eyes to drink in just how creamy and delicate his skin looked. He got an urge to pull at the kid’s neatness, to wrinkle his clothes and muss his hair and leave bruises deeper than those tattoos all over his sensitive flesh, bruises that could really make such a tender little omega keen.
A second round of knocking jostled Jack from his fantasy. Right. He hadn’t answered the door yet.
“You must be the sitter,” Jack said as soon as he opened it, stance casual like he’d just walked up instead of been standing around ogling for the past minute. The omega brightened as soon as Jack spoke, sticking out his hand like he was trying to impress in a job interview.
“And you must be Mr. Lawrence. My name is Rhys, though you probably already know that from the site.” Jack didn’t even remember if he’d bothered looking at the name. “Hope I’m not late? You look like you’re about ready to go.”
“Nah, my poor planning isn’t on you, pumpkin.” Jack stood aside to invite Rhys into the house, closing the door behind him. He watched as Rhys glanced about the spacious foyer, lips parted slightly in awe. The omega’s dress shoes clicked against the marble floor as he followed Jack towards where Angel had stood up on the couch, excitedly smiling at their new guest.
“Angel, c’mon, you know what I’ve told you about standing on the cushions.” Jack tutted as Angel hopped down from the couch and raced over to Rhys. The omega chuckled softly, bending down to her level as he let his messenger bag thump against the carpet.
“Angel, huh? That’s a really pretty name. Mine is Rhys—it’s not as pretty as yours, but its not too bad.”
“I think it’s nice!” Angel smiled brightly as Rhys started to open his bag, pulling out some brightly colored toys and games that had Angel’s eyes sparkling. She picked up a small board game covered in vibrant, mischievous cartoon mice and crazy contraptions and gasped as the box rattled in her hands.
“Are we gonna play games while daddy is out?”
“Sure! I have a bunch of games and things we can play with together.”
“Can my unicorn play Mr. Rhys?”
“Of course your unicorn can play! It’s always fun with more people.”
Angel stuck her lip out and put her hands on her hips.
“She’s not a people, she’s a unicorn.”
“Oh, right! Sorry. My mistake,” Rhys chuckled, sending Angel off to set up the game on the coffee table as he rose to face the Jack.
“Is there anything else I should know, Mr. Lawrence? House rules, dietary restrictions, anything like that?”
Jack shook his head, honestly just impressed by how quickly the omega had bonded with his daughter. Angel had only really been babysat by Tim before, and as outgoing as she could be at school and with Jack, she tended to shirk from strangers. Maybe it was an omega thing, or just the fact that Rhys was pretty damn personable. After all, Jack himself felt similarly fond of him after just barely meeting him—though probably for different reasons than Angel did.
“Nah, you seem to got this whole thing down pat, kiddo.” Jack slid his wallet out of his pocket, flipping a twenty out of it into Rhys’ hand. “You can cook anything in the fridge, or order a pizza, I don’t really care. Angel likes sausage and mushroom if you go that route.”
“Where are you headed, if you don’t mind me asking? I don’t get much info when I get picked for a job, you know.”
“Eh, just a business meeting. Usually my brother babysits Angel, but he’s busy so you’re up, pumpkin.” Jack patted his shoulder, a friendly enough gesture excusing the fact he just wanted to touch Rhys. To his credit, the omega didn’t flinch away at the sudden contact, and Jack noticed his nostrils flare slightly.
“Don’t you worry, sir, we’re probably just going to play games all night. The kids love the games.”
“Yeah yeah, Angel’s pretty easy to entertain, but.” Jack flicked out his phone, opening the “new contact” tab and slipping it into Rhys’ other hand. “It’ll just make me feel a little better, you know, as a parent and all, to have your number so I can check on you and the little princess.”
“Oh. Sure!” Rhys innocently tapped out his number, before handing it to Jack. The alpha smirked, quickly saving it under “BabysitOnmyFace” before slipping the phone back into his pocket.
“All right, I should probably buzz off then. You two be good while daddy is out, ‘kay?” Jack waggled his finger between both Rhys and Angel, who giggled and blew a kiss from where she was putting together a precarious contraption of colored plastic on the coffee table. Her unicorn sat on the table beside her, a game piece resting on its sparkly hoof.
Jack opened the front door and out onto the porch, breathing deep of the twilight air as he beeped his car open. Rhys offered him his hand again, and as Jack shook it he couldn’t help but think about how small the omega’s fine fingers felt when incased in his palm.
“Have a good night, Mr. Lawrence. Don’t worry, I’ve got things under control here.” Jack felt his heart thump like a teenager’s at the omega’s cute little smile. Jack almost wished he could stay home and play dumb baby games and ear pizza instead of going out to pick at steak and listen to next quarter’s projections, just so he could see more of it. He settled for playing it over and over in his mind as he got into his car, fantasies about the pretty little omega developing into something a little more debauched as he pulled out of the driveway and headed off into the night.
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