*** Ayla ***
“You’re nervous,” Jay stated. He glances across from the driver's seat. I can’t imagine he ever gets nervous, he seems to always exude a reserved calm and confidence. That seems unfair. It also seems unfair that a few small children can make me nervous.
I couldn’t deny my current nerves though. I had been quiet since he’d picked me up after work. Daniel had called yesterday. Sarah had a last-minute something and he couldn’t leave work early to get the kids. My mother had an appointment also, so Dan had asked if there was any way I’d babysit. I jumped at the chance. He knew I wanted to watch them and get to know them better.
Now I’m wondering if that was a mistake. What if they hate me? What if I’m boring? It’s been a very long time since Emma was little. I was young and f
