All Chapters of The Alpha's Babysitter: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Theo, a bright and curious three-year-old boy, toddled into the cozy kitchen where Mama Hazel, his kind and gentle nanny, was preparing a delicious lunch. His eyes sparkled with excitement as he tugged on her apron, looking up at her with a wide grin. "Mama Hazel, can we bake cookies today?" Theo's voice was filled with eagerness and a touch of pleading. Mama Hazel's heart melted at the sight of Theo's hopeful expression. She knelt down to his level, brushing a strand of hair away from his face. "Oh, Theo, baking cookies sounds like a wonderful idea. But we have to finish our lunch first. How about we make a deal? After we eat, we'll bake the most delicious cookies together. How does that sound?" Theo's eyes lit up with joy, and he nodded enthusiastically. "Deal, Mama Hazel! I can't wait to bake cookies with you." After their hearty lunch, Mama Hazel and Theo donned aprons and gathered all the ingredients they needed to make scrumptious chocolate chip cookies. Theo's small han

In a cozy kitchen filled with the aroma of freshly baked cookies, little Theo, a curious three-year-old boy with big, bright eyes and a contagious smile, tugged at Mama Hazel's apron. "Mama Hazel, can you teach me how to bake cookies?" he asked, his voice filled with excitement and eagerness. Mama Hazel, the kind and nurturing nanny who had been caring for Theo since he was a baby, looked down at him with a gentle smile. She knew that Theo was too young to handle baking on his own, but she admired his curiosity and enthusiasm. "Oh, Theo, you're such a sweet little boy," Mama Hazel said, ruffling his hair affectionately. "Baking cookies is a big job, and you're still a bit too young to do it all by yourself. But how about you help me instead?" Theo's eyes lit up at the suggestion. He eagerly nodded his head, his tiny hand reaching out to hold Mama Hazel's. Together, they gathered the ingredients - flour, sugar, butter, and chocolate chips - on the kitchen counter. Theo watched inte

The morning began like any other. Sunlight streamed through the window, painting stripes across Theo's bedroom floor. Mama Hazel hummed a cheerful tune as she changed his diaper, her warm hands gentle on his chubby legs. But as she lifted him into his high chair, Theo's face scrunched up in a grimace. "What's wrong, little man?" Mama Hazel asked, concern lacing her voice. Theo let out a small whimper, his eyes watery. Mama Hazel checked his forehead, her brow furrowing. It was warm, uncomfortably warm. "Oh, honey," she murmured, her heart sinking. "You're not feeling well." The day took a sharp turn. Theo's appetite vanished, replaced by a persistent cough that rattled his tiny chest. His normally bright eyes were dull with fatigue. He spent most of the day curled up in Mama Hazel's lap, his small hand clutching her arm as if seeking comfort. Mama Hazel, ever the nurturing presence, kept a watchful eye on him. She made him warm broth, read him stories in a soothing voice, and eve

When Hazel reached the campus, her best friend Elonie already appeared in front of her. She grasped Hazel by the arms and then whispered.“Do you want to come to the after party?” The lady smiled at her widely with her cheeks puffing. She blinked at Hazel and waited for her reply.“After party?” Hazel paused. “Is this supposed to be another meeting with alphas you had a crush on?” she thought before smiling back at her friend. Although Elonie is her best friend, she had no time to tolerate her if she ever came close to those alphas like back then.“Don’t you want to be with me?” Elonie showed her puppy eyes. She tightened her grip around the lady’s arms and then leaned her head. “Are you going to ignore me?” she said in a pitiful voice. “I’m not ignoring you!” Hazel defended herself. She had nothing to say either. She wasn't fond of any parties. These kinds of parties were difficult for her to progress. She grew up away from the things she was supposed to have. All Hazel did was to h

The air hung heavy with the scent of pine needles and damp earth as Hazel walked home. The streetlights cast a warm, orange glow on the pavement, reflecting in the puddles left by the recent rain. The silence of the suburban street was broken only by the distant rumble of a passing car and the rhythmic click of her own footsteps. She clutched her worn leather jacket tighter around her, the chill of the evening air seeping through the thin fabric. The party had been fun, a welcome distraction from the usual routine of Theo’s naps and bedtime stories. But now, the exhaustion was catching up to her, a dull ache settling in her bones. The walk back to Axel’s house was always a strange one. It felt like a journey through a landscape of contradictions. The quiet, well-kept houses with their manicured lawns and perfectly placed flower boxes seemed to mock the chaotic, unpredictable life she led within their walls. She thought of Axel, his face still etched in her mind, the way his eyes