Strawberry Moon©

Free Online Short Love Story

Written by American Author Sky Taylor

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"Don’t fret. I’ve wrapped up his bottom with paper towels and duct tape," Hank informed, holding Kid next to his shoulder and gently patting him on the back. A loud burp followed and he suddenly grew quiet again.

"Hank, you put paper towels on the baby?" Garrett asked for confirmation, his barbate face looking a bit shocked.

"Not just any paper towel - the premium ones," Hank drawled, a bit cocky in the process. "When I ran out of diapers, I got to thinking about what I’d want next to my hidden treasure. Out of all the available choices, I figured that premium would feel the best. Don’t you agree?" he went on to challenge.

The thought of his hidden treasure nestled in a wad of paper towels was the last thing that Garrett wanted to think of right now.

Hank was ludicrous. And Maria - notorious. This was all her doing - this entire catastrophe, he silently repeated for the up-teenth time.

As the doorbell dinged, both Garrett and Hank scrambled to the door, Kid bellowing in the process amid the short sprint.

Once they reached the door, Garrett turned to Hank and addressed Kid. "Sshh, Kid. We want to make a good first impression, don’t we?"

Kid suddenly grew quiet, his tiny lips curling in the process.

"Aw Hank, the kid’s smiling at me," he eased out, thinking how cute he looked when he did such.

Garrett’s smile died as Hank informed, "He’s got gas, boss. All kids smile when they have gas. Either that, or he's possessed. Think about it; we don't know who his father is....like...he could be a ballet dancer or a mass murderer."

Garrett presented him with a horrified look as Hank continued, "Besides, you best concentrate on the new nanny. Otherwise, you’ll be poking Kid into one of your saddlebags tomorrow cuz I ain’t gonna baby-sit no more! One week of vacay, baby!"

There was no time to debate the matter as the doorbell sounded again, Garrett swinging open to door to reveal one stronghold of a woman. At least, he thought it was a woman. She was all chest, like their old milk cow Uddercup.

"Mr. Brooks?" the woman inquired, delivering an inquisitive glance over Hank’s thoughtful form. Her voice proper and gravelly.

"Sorry, but he’s Mr. Brooks," Hank informed, Garrett springing into action as he stepped aside and allowed her entrance to his home.

The woman clucked like a chicken twice as she rolled her eyes over the entrance area that bled into the living area. "Very nice place you have, Mr. Brooks."

"Thanks," he managed as they settled into the pit grouping in front of the empty fireplace. "So when can you start?" he asked, deciding to get straight to the point.

"Oh Mr. Brooks, we at Fussy Nanny’s aren’t one to rush things," the woman informed as she continued to examine her surroundings with curious eyes.

Garrett’s dark eyes flew to the aluminum name tag and he read, "Barb Clucker,  Senior Representative."

Barb Wire would have been more appropriate, he silently mocked.

"But we don’t have time to mince," he insisted, attaching a smile to his face that he didn’t quite feel.

Completely ignoring him, Barb bolted out her first question, "You will require our services for how long, Mr. Brooks?"

"Maybe a day or two. Dang if I know. It might possibly be a week or two," he managed, Barb bristling over his use of purple language.

"Knowing Dingleberry, it could be a month or two," Hank piped in, Garrett tapping him with his boot under the round glass coffee table.

Hank delivered a grimace, then put some space between him and Garrett, Kid snuggling closer to his chest and not very far from dreamland. But by the feel of Kid's bottom, he’d need changing soon. A leak wouldn’t be a good thing as Hank was down to his last pair of jeans - all Kid’s doing.

Barb continued to fire off questions for the next half hour, then abruptly headed for the door with both Hank and Garrett on her heels as she told them, "Be patient and we’ll see what we can do. We’ll have someone over perhaps by the middle of next week. Now ta-ta, gentlemen!"  

Garrett all but slammed the door, Kid exploding in the process. Hank wasn’t too happy, either.

"Did ya have to slam the door?" Hank asked, his mouth wadding up in a scowl as Kid howled.

"Is she nuts?" Garrett asked ignoring Hank's complaint.

"For the record, I'm as shocked as you are," Hank managed.

"She didn’t hear a thing we said. Hopefully Maria will....probably be back by next week," Garrett managed.

"Yeah, she’s a nut bag alright," Hank grumbled, working his mouth from side to side.

"Who? The Clucker or Maria?" Garrett asked for clarification.

"Both," Hank grumbled.

Lovely, just lovely Garrett silently mocked. His entire world had come to an end.....  

Polly pulled up as the blue Lincoln drove away, not missing the magnetic sign on the driver’s side-door which read, "Fussy Nanny’s."

Great! A bonafide lead, she silently rejoiced.  

Glancing at her clipboard, Polly read the potential client’s name aloud, "Ms. Maria Inez." This had to be her abode. And she would definitely need the baby products Polly was selling.  

Obviously, Ms. Inez was quite well off if she were able to hire a nanny service to help her with the little one. And gauging by the look of the house, quite well off.

Perhaps if she managed a sale, Mr. Franks would give her a second chance.  

How swiftly things had changed. In the beginning, he had all but guaranteed her a five-hundred dollar a week check, telling her that his top seller made well over a thousand dollars per week.

Call her gullible, but a month prior Polly had put up the required two-hundred and fifty dollars to join Mr. Frank’s thriving franchise. To this date - she hadn’t made a single dime.  

He’d informed her this morning before she’d left for the day that ’his team had no room for scavengers’ - that unless she picked up the pace, she would have to relinquish her space to someone who merited such.  

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