“Up to me?”
“Yeah. You never told me how long you wanted me to nanny for Cami. If you’re done with me by the summer, then I’ll take Maisie on. She’s got some sensory processing issues, it would probably be a lot easier for her if her nanny is someone she already knows.”
I’ve been thinking about this for a while. This hasn’t been a normal nannying job. Instead of just taking care of Cami, I’ve been teaching Seb the skills to look after her himself. He’s learned so much, and gained so much confidence, that soon he won’t need me at all, especially with Jack and Cyrus to help him. Sooner or later, I’m going to have to bow out and let him take over.
I’ll miss nannying for Cami, of course, but I’ll still see her every day. I practically live here.
I wriggle as Cyrus rolls closer and sucks my nipple into his mouth. “Fuck,Cy—”
“Don’t mind me,” he mumbles sleepily, laving me with his tongue. “Just suckin’ a tit.”
I can feel the tension in Seb’s body behind me. “So?” I wiggle my phone at him. “Any ideas? It’s fine if you want to leave it open-ended, but I really think you’re getting to the point where I’m a bit redundant. You’re a great dad.” I squeeze his thigh. “You can do most of this by yourself.”
Seb doesn’t say anything for a few long moments, his face in shadow. Eventually, he nods, as if he’s come to some sort of decision. “Actually, I wanted to talk to you about that.”
“My employment? Uh oh.” I jolt as Cyrus nibbles me gently, pushing his head away. “Let me guess. I’m getting fired for fucking my bosses.”
“What—no?”
“You’re gettingpromotedfor fucking your bosses,” Cyrus says. “I will personally give you a bonus every time you suck my dick.”
I roll my eyes. “Kinda making me sound like a hooker, Cy.”
“I know loads of hookers. They’re great girls.” He trails his finger up the side of my ribcage. “Okay, what about, I give you a lap dance every time you suck my dick?”
I consider. “Can I pick the music?”
He narrows his eyes at me. “No. I know how your mind works. I’m not grinding on you to ‘Is This The Way to Amarillo’, or any song fromSix the Musical.”
I grin. “Please? It would be so funny—”
“I’m taking Cami to New York with us,” Sebastian says.
We all go silent. I stare at him, shocked. “What?” I whisper.
“I’m sorry, since when?” Cy says. “I mean, I’d love to have ladybug with me. But she doesn’t even have a passport.”
I’m glad he’s as surprised as I am. We haven’t discussed this at all. I assumed that I’d be staying in the guys’ flat and looking after Cami for the next week. I’ve already drawn up a whole schedule of activities we can do, so she won’t miss her dads too much.
Sebastian nods. “I fast-tracked the paperwork. Her passport arrived this morning. I want her to come with us to America.”
“Oh.” I bite my lip. “Um, are you sure? She’s very small. Travelling with tiny babies is hard enough when you’re on holiday; how are you going to manage when you have work to do?”
He shrugs. “There’s three of us, isn’t there? I’m sure we can do it.”
“But—”
His eyes flare. “You said I can look after her myself,” he says firmly. “That’s what I’m going to do.”
“Right.” I was going to suggest a slightly more gradual shift of responsibility, but okay. Going from having a full-time nanny to taking an infant on a business trip alone seems like kind of a leap. I rub the edge of the sheet between my fingers. “Um, a little bit more warning would be nice.”
He nods. “It was an eleventh-hour decision. I know it’s inconvenient for you. We can pay you for the time that we’re out there.”
I shake my head. “You’re not paying me for work I’ve not done.” I glance back at my phone. “It’s fine. I’m sure I’ll find something else to do.”
Cyrus starts mouthing at my cleavage again, making me twitch.
“Maybe you should call Maisie’s mum,” Seb offers, an odd edge in his voice.