Taylorde - Oneshots

Mommy

"But I'm not good with kids, Tay!"

"Will you stop? You'll be fine! You'll love Emmaline!"

I was babysitting the kid of one of Taylors friends. She couldn't stay with me because she had to go to a meeting. I was far from excited. Emmaline was four, light haired, hazel eyed and apparently very talkative and adorable. She'd be here with her mother any minute. The only experience I'd ever had of looking after kids was when Angelo was a baby. And I'd always had my sisters to help me during that time. I barely did anything, they knew what to do and did most of the work. The doorbell rings.

"That's probably Janet!", Taylor smiles and goes to the door.

I stay in the living room while Taylor coos and greets her friend. There's the usual words of "look how big you've gotten!" and "you're so pretty! Mommy must be jealous!". How am I supposed to talk like that? What am I supposed to do all day?

Taylor walks in holding Emmaline by the hand, "Now, this is Ella, Emmaline! She's gonna be taking care of you today, you're gonna have so much fun!"

"Are you married?", Emmaline asks me, loud and confident.

"Uh..no"

Taylor giggles. "Not yet", she says with a wink.

"Are you in love?", Emmaline asks with doe eyed innocence.

"...Taylor, I can't handle this", I groan.

"You'll be fine, Sweetie", Taylor says and kisses my cheek before grabbing her purse, "I'll only be a few hours. Janet says to call her if you're not sure of something"

Taylor hands me a little piece of paper with a phone number on it.

"But-"

"Bye, you two!"

Taylor leaves the penthouse and I'm left alone with Emmaline who is for whatever reason doing what looks like ballet.

"Um...Are you hungry?"

She stops twirling and stares at me.

"Why is your hair so big?", she asks, tilting her head to one side.

"It's just..big"

"Why are your lips purple?"

"I like purple-"

"Why are you so short?"

"I dunno. Look, do you want food or-"

"Meredith!", she squeals and runs over to the cat who sleeps peacefully in her basket in the corner of the room.

"Don't run!", I yell.

Emmaline picks up the cat and gives it a squeeze much to its annoyance. Meredith mews and leaps from Emmalines arms before scurrying into the kitchen.

"Can I keep her?", she asks.

"..No"

Emmalines lower lip quivers. Her eyes narrow. She balls her hands into fists and throws herself onto the floor. A loud, high pitched scream pierces my ears. I place my hands over them.

"Why nooooot?!", she cries.

"Will you stop that?", I yell over the screaming.

"I'm hungry", she says, sniffling.

"Ok, alright. Um..come with me", I say and hold out a hand. She takes it and we walk into the kitchen.

She sits herself on one of the chairs at the table and rests her arms on the placemat in front of her.