Together

Taking Care Of You

So, believe it or not, this is chapter 50 of this book, which is WILD. I quite like this chapter, too, so I hope you all enjoy it as well. Comment/vote x
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January 11, 2026

Patrick

When my cell phone starts to ring, with an unfamiliar number on the called ID, I'm intrigued and answer it.

"Hello?"

"Patrick?" The voice on the other end is familiar, but I can't quite place where I've heard it before.

"Speaking."

"This is Jennifer Davis, Isla's mom."

"Oh!" I exclaim, suddenly remembering when I gave her my number, back when Isla was freshly injured, in case there were any questions about at-home exercises. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"I'm terribly sorry about this," she begins, "and it's a very weird question, but Isla's typical babysitter is busy and we can't seem to find anybody for tonight. She somehow got into her head that you could babysit her, and started throwing a tantrum when I told her no, so here we are..." Jennifer laughs. "Would you, by any chance, be free and willing to babysit her tonight? I'll pay double."

"Oh my goodness," I laugh. "I can totally do that. Is it alright if I bring my wife, too? She adores kids."

"Perfectly fine. It'll be a good experience for you two, I suppose."

I blush a little bit, knowing what Jennifer is hinting at, though I can't deny that it's true. Someday, we probably will have children of our own.

She gives me the address and time, then we wrap up our conversation.

"Harper," I call for my wife, who comes into the living room promptly. "We have plans tonight."

"What?" she asks, confused. "What sort of plans?"

"A babysitting job."

"Oh my goodness," she laughs. "How did that come about?"

"It's for the little one who I've been working with at PT, Isla. She only has one session left, actually."

"Oh. Well, that'll be fun," Harper smiles.

"According to her mom, it's going to be a 'good experience,' too."

Harper blushes. "Oh dear..."

"Isla is very sweet. You two will get off just fine."

"That's good."

A few hours roll around, and then, it's time for us to head over to our babysitting job. We take the tube out to Windsor Gardens. I've not spent a lot of time in the area, but it's quite posh and nice.

It doesn't take too long to find the correct row house, thanks to the very specific instructions which Jennifer texted me about an hour ago.

The door swings open, reveling a little girl with a big smile. "Dr. Patrick!" she exclaims, throwing her arms around my waist for a hug. "Mommy! Dr. Patrick is here!"

Jennifer soon appears in the room, dressed up to the nines for some sort of event.

"Thank you so much for doing this, Patrick," she says, then, her eyes fall upon Harper. "Is this your lovely wife?"

"Yeah, Harper."

"Hi Harper. Jennifer Davis. It's a pleasure to meet you." The two shake hands, before Jennifer starts to tell us the ropes and necessary information.