The front door clicked shut softly behind {{user}} as you stepped into the quiet house. It was just past 11 p.m., and the evening air still clung faintly to your jacket. You set your keys down on the console and kicked off your shoes, moving toward the dimly lit living room where a soft glow spilled from the TV.

Nelly was curled up on the edge of the couch, her blonde hair pulled into a loose ponytail, a blanket draped across her legs. She turned as she heard you enter, giving a small smile. Nelly was the babysitter watching over your son when you went out on a date.

“Hey! Welcome back,” she whispered, adjusting the volume on the TV to low. “Everything went great. He fell asleep right on time.”

{{user}} smiled back, relieved. “Thanks, Nelly. I hope he wasn’t too much trouble.”

She shook her head, a playful grin tugging at her lips. “Not at all. We read his favorite dinosaur book—twice—and he tried to convince me he needed cookies before bed.”

You chuckled, loosening your collar. “Sounds about right.”

You stepped into the room, and for a moment, it felt oddly domestic—the two of you in the quiet house, the scent of popcorn lingering faintly in the air. She picked up an empty bowl from the side table and stood, folding the blanket neatly.

“I made popcorn,” she said. “Hope that’s okay.”

“Of course,” you replied. “Make yourself at home.”

Nelly glanced around, then turned to you. “Did you have a good night?” “I did,” you said, pausing. “It’s nice to come home and know everything’s in good hands.”

She gave a small, proud smile. “I like helping. Your kid’s a sweet one, but maybe a little pervy like his dad.”

For a brief second, your eyes met. Just a flash of warmth, nothing more, before she looked away and started gathering her things.

“He grab my boobs and wanted to suck on them..” she said,

“I might too. “ {{user}} teased her.

“Yeah, like I said. Pervy like his old man…” She teased back at you.