I'm a Bodyguard, Not a Babysitter

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[attr="class","samright"] "Samantha Ryan, professional babysitter." Combining her name with that title sounded strange, but that was the reality she now faced. Ever since Evan and Vanessa had decided to thrust their son on her. Sam huffed, rolling her eyes, very much frustrated by the development. Maybe she should have business cards drawn up. She could start handing them out to all her friends with kids. Passing by the baby's nursery, the ominous noise made Sam stop dead in her tracks. How could something so little be so loud? "Maxwell! Aleksandr's crying again. Maybe he's hungry?" But Maxwell – the only one here with actual baby experience – had already fed him. If only Aleksandr could communicate by talking instead of crying, then this wouldn't be so bad. How were you supposed to interpret various forms of crying? It was impossibly infuriating is what it was! Especially for someone who didn't know the first thing about kids. Sam didn't want any of her own – at least not yet. She really needed to talk to Vanessa about this. If nothing else, maybe Sam could coax some hazard pay out of her boss – because protecting her principal was nothing compared to this. Right now she just needed Maxwell to come save her. Ashton Maxwell [attr="class","samright2"]

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You leave me here wondering if I'll ever know

How much you care, or how much you don't

If you're going to be somebody's last time, baby be mine.

@samantha

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Vanessa didn’t usually like putting the detail in charge of babysitting. However, she had a meeting she had to attend to that could not be missed. Martin had assigned the babysitting detail to Maxwell and Sam, mostly because he wanted Maxwell no where near the event and he trusted Sam more with Aleksander than he did Maxwell. Martin had really intended for Sam to babysit Maxwell.

Maxwell had been trying to put the baby down for a nap but he clearly wasn’t having it. He’d done all the obvious. He sighed hearing Sam whine about it. Clearly crying it out wasn’t going to work with her around. Maxwell came into the hallway and brushed past Sam to the bassinet. The minute that Maxwell tucked Aleksandr into his arms in a blanket, the crying stopped. “Miss Whitmore has been spoiling him. He must not nap without being held.”

Ashton sighed and used his free hand to rub on Sam’s back. “Have you eaten?” he was worried that she was stressing and not eating. Then again he always worried about when she was acting very unlike herself.

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[attr="class","samright"] Sam just wanted this whole thing to be over. It had been a bad idea to begin with – so, of course it had come down through Martin. She had been half-tempted, for the first time ever, to knock some sense into the Head of Security. Since when did she start looking like parent material? The correct answer, in her mind, was never. Ashton, on the other hand had ably swept into the nursery, wrapping Alex up in a blanket to calm him. Of course, then Maxwell had to go and open his mouth – the very thing that often got him into so much trouble. Sam gave Ashton a look, questioning his sanity. Sure, so maybe he could quiet Alex in an instant, but was he serious, asking her if she'd eaten anything? How could she? Up. Down. Up. Down. Up. Down. How did people actually get anything done with a baby in their lives? One evening of this had already been more than enough. The next person that asked her a stupid question… On second thought, maybe this stupid question deserved a response. "No! I haven't," Sam snapped at him, though she regretted her tone almost immediately. Taking it out on Ashton wasn't fair. This wasn't his fault. He hadn't been the one to order her to babysit. In fact, if it weren't for him, she would have been completely lost. Nonetheless, her point remained. There were actual professionals for this sort of thing. Vanessa could have hired someone from an agency – they lived in Chicago! Ashton Maxwell [attr="class","samright2"]

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You leave me here wondering if I'll ever know

How much you care, or how much you don't

If you're going to be somebody's last time, baby be mine.

@samantha

“

Ashton let Samantha snap, though he didn’t give her anything to fight about. He just kept walking into the kitchen with Aleks wrapped in the blanket. She was stressed out and he came to the realization that he was going to have to be the adult in this situation. Once he got Aleks settled down he started making something for dinner with his one free hand. He’d done it loads of time with Xavier.

Though Maxwell was trying to be helpful, as usual he was on the raw end of the conversation. He was sure that Vanessa had her reasons for not finding a hired sitter. A lot of it came down to finding someone the woman trusted. After Evan being kidnapped, who could blame the WhitTech president of being so protective of her family. Though Maxwell decided to keep his thoughts to himself as he made dinner.

Ashton decided that if Samantha wanted to throw a temper tantrum, then she could do it by herself in the room where he had just left her. Sure, she wasn’t a kid person but couldn’t she at least be an adult about things? No. That was too much for his girlfriend, he was already sure of that much. She was stressed, acting two was a female thing to do when stressed apparently. Even Miss Whitmore acted like she was two when she was stressed out. Yep, those two could be sisters.

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[attr="class","samright"] Sam watched Maxwell leave the nursery without saying a word. Taking a seat in the nearby rocking chair, she could either continue pouting or vent to the person responsible for her current state of affairs. Pouting would be bad idea that didn't accomplish anything. She grabbed her phone and was in the process of scrolling through her list of contacts to Martin's number to emphasize what a terrible idea this had turned out to be, even if she only managed to reach his voicemail, but decided that would be an even worse idea. She might as well be throwing away her job, if she did that. Although, if Maxwell could keep opening his mouth and saying stupid things… maybe she could get away with one comparable phone call. Of all the people that could have drawn this assignment, why Martin had concluded that the one person that didn't have any kids would be the best qualified to handle Evan and Vanessa's son continued to elude her. Sometimes the Head of Security could be impossibly infuriating. And she, in turn, was taking it out on Maxwell. The one time he was actually acting like an adult. Sam would just have to keep reminding herself there was nothing she could do about being recruited as a babysitter for the evening. Register a formal complaint later… maybe. Now… not so much. Letting out a heavy sigh, Sam got up, following Maxwell out to the kitchen, where the smell of food had begun to fill the air. Getting a whiff of dinner, Sam's stomach protested the fact she hadn't eaten anything since breakfast. Standing awkwardly behind him, Sam shifted her weight from foot to foot. Why did apologizing have to be so bloody difficult? She had no idea what to say, opting for what – in her mind – was the most cliché route available. At least it was honest. "I'm sorry," she finally managed. "You didn't deserve that." Technically Sam was the senior security detail member, but she didn't know how to handle this, so she was going to defer to Maxwell. Provided he could keep the situation under control and continue acting like an adult. Time would tell how that worked out, but so far, he was doing a better job of handling the baby than she was. "What do you need me to do?" Ashton Maxwell [attr="class","samright2"]

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You leave me here wondering if I'll ever know

How much you care, or how much you don't

If you're going to be somebody's last time, baby be mine.

@samantha

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Maxwell shifted Aleks into one arm and while the food was simmering reached around and tugged Samantha a bit closer to him. He kissed the top of her forehead in response to her apology. He could open his mouth at the dumbest of times. Now was not it. Not when the woman he cared about was in a mood. He moved his hand up to her lips and rubbed his thumb over them. “Relax, Samantha. Go take a hot bath.” He offered lightly.

If he could get her to relax some, then the rest could come easier. “I’ll let you know when food is done. But you have time to sneak that bath in if you want.” He encouraged her. Maxwell had things under control. In fact, this was normal for him. He had Xavier at home. Though he wasn’t sure how long that was going to last. Xavier’s mother had filed for custody.

No, Maxwell hadn’t told Samantha that yet. That was for another time. He lightly hip shoved Sam with his free hip like he was pushing her out of the kitchen. He was being playful, though he was serious about her taking a hot bath and getting out of the kitchen.

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[attr="class","samright"] Sam sighed upon hearing Ashton's suggestion. It wasn't that it was a bad idea per se, but she hated leaving him to handle all the work – taking care of Aleks and making dinner – while she got to relax. Sure, Ashton had experience doing it before with Xavier, but she hadn't been in the picture then. It should have been Carina's job to help care for the child. Considering what little she knew of that woman… well, she'd left. Carina's loss was her gain. Sam had found an amazing, attentive boyfriend. Even if he could open his mouth at the most inopportune times. "You'll call me if you need anything?" The light hip shove encouraging her out of the kitchen hadn't quite worked the way Ashton had intended. From what Sam could tell, dinner would be at least another half hour, but she wouldn't leave unless he promised. It was the only way she'd find any enjoyment soaking in the warm water. And that was what Ashton wanted, right? Sam put her hands on her hips, letting Maxwell know she meant business. "I don't want you to get overwhelmed." Standing her ground was easy for someone that could take names and kick ass. Not that she was about to do that to Ashton if he refused to promise – she just wouldn't head upstairs. She was just as serious as he was. "I'm not leaving otherwise." Ashton Maxwell [attr="class","samright2"]

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