the babysitter (GXFXM)

introduction

Introduction

Ava never thought she'd find herself in this situation, but then again, there was something captivating about the Carrington's—something that reached deep inside her, pulling at parts of her she didn't even know existed.

Mr. Carrington was her history teacher—tall, handsome, with a smile that could melt her insides and a voice that demanded attention without ever needing to raise it. He was older, far too old for someone like her, but that didn't stop the fire from igniting in her chest every time their eyes met. It wasn't just admiration. It was something deeper, something more consuming. When he looked at her, it felt like he saw through the façade, saw the parts of her that no one else did.

And then there was Mrs. Carrington. She was just as captivating, in her own way. Elegant, graceful, and so confident in her own skin. Ava admired her deeply—more than she'd ever let on. Mrs. Carrington carried an air of warmth and charm that made her instantly likable, and she radiated a quiet strength that Ava couldn't help but be drawn to. There was no doubt about it—Mrs. Carrington was beautiful, magnetic in a way that made Ava feel small and unsure of herself, but it was undeniable. She felt something for her too. Something strange, but undeniable.

It was the way they moved together, the way Mr. Carrington's hand would sometimes rest on his wife's lower back when they were near one another, the unspoken connection between them. Their relationship was open—polyamorous, to be exact—and it was something Ava could never fully wrap her head around. The way they had it all—power, love, connection—and yet, it seemed so out of reach, so completely off-limits to someone like her.

But the more she spent time with them—babysitting their children, running errands for them, sometimes even sharing dinner in their warm, inviting home—the more Ava found herself torn between two worlds. She loved spending time with the kids. The little ones adored her, and she loved being part of their family dynamic. But it was the Carringtons' relationship that kept drawing her in. The way they moved in sync, how they saw each other, how their energy blended together, created a bond that was nothing short of magnetic.

There was a part of Ava that wanted to be close to them in a way that went beyond babysitting. A way that was hers.

Every time Mr. Carrington's eyes lingered on her a little too long, or Mrs. Carrington brushed a strand of hair from her face with that knowing smile, Ava felt like she was teetering on the edge of something dangerous, something forbidden. It was in the way they touched each other so intimately, so naturally, as if their bond extended beyond just love—it was desire, too. And Ava felt it. She felt the pull toward both of them, the way the three of them fit together in a way that made her heart race.

Could this be real? Could they ever see her as something more than just the babysitter?

Her mind raced with thoughts she couldn't shake. Sometimes, when she was alone in their house, the silence of the space would fill her with longing. Longing for something she knew she shouldn't want, but couldn't help feeling, nonetheless. She found herself fantasizing about what it would be like—what it would feel like—to be part of their world. To be wrapped in the arms of both of them, to feel the warmth of Mr. Carrington's gaze and the softness of Mrs. Carrington's touch.

But reality always came crashing down. She was their babysitter—someone they trusted to care for their children. Nothing more. She was too young, too out of place. There was no way they would ever consider her as more than that. And yet, the desire, the tension, kept growing. It was a constant ache she couldn't ignore, a longing that only deepened with every passing day.

One evening, while she was in their kitchen, preparing a meal for the kids, the Carrington's were in the living room, talking softly to each other. Ava couldn't help but overhear fragments of their conversation. They were discussing plans for the weekend—plans that seemed to involve a third person. Someone else who would be joining them, someone who was welcome in their intimate world.

The thought of being that person—a third who could fit into their carefully constructed dynamic—was both intoxicating and terrifying. Ava didn't know if she was brave enough to pursue that thought, but the idea was too tempting to ignore. She wanted to be close to them, to understand the depth of what they shared. But was she ready to cross that line? Was she ready to risk everything for something so uncertain, so dangerous?

As the evening wore on, she found herself

miss Carrington

Mr. Carrington

maya Carrington (she adopted)

ava Westbrook