I'm Your Baby Tonight - Part One - A New Adult Contemporary Romance Series (I'm Your Baby Tonight Series) by Jessica Holly Page B
Authors: Jessica Holly
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building; as if they didn’t make a cleaner strong enough to get rid of little kid sweat and molding baseboards.
Sasha sighed and tried to keep from laughing. These kids were hilarious. So small, and yet they were already developing real personalities. The boy ducked from a swipe aimed at him and almost got her back, but Sasha stopped them with a stern look.
“Settle down, you two,” she said, rising from the mini-chair she sat in. “It’s almost graham cracker time.” A gust of wind blew hard against the old windows, shaking them violently. Sasha shivered and buttoned her shirt another button.
“Yay!” they both said, hopping up and down and bouncing over to the other chaotic kids. At the mention of food, the children gathered together and waited expectantly with hungry looks on their faces. Sasha looked around at their cute little faces while she waited until she had all of their attention.
“All right everybody, the first person to sit down gets the crackers first,” she said. She wondered if she had any graham crackers left. She looked over to the tall cabinets that covered an entire wall of the classroom. They all rushed to sit down first, then started pushing each other, fighting over who was going to get it.
She looked back: thank God she was patient with these kids. Kids never bothered her. No matter how they might whine or throw temper tantrums, she had the gift of patience with them. She went over to the cabinets and opened one, searching each shelf in it for a box of graham crackers. It smelled like coffee and stale crackers in the cabinet, and dust drifted out and floated above her face. Finding an opened box at the top, her fingers reached for it and she pulled it down. She looked inside the empty-feeling cardboard box.
There were hardly any graham crackers left. She’d forgotten to buy some more when she was at the 7-Eleven last night. Even though she was just about dead broke, she always set aside some money to buy the kids graham crackers, since, for many of them, the meal at school was the only meal they were going to get all day. And even though her school was always crying budget cuts, she didn’t mind digging into her paltry salary for the kids. She wished she could do more, but even crackers were a squeeze.
“Shoot,” she said to herself. She heard a chorus of giggles behind her as she closed the cabinet.
“Oooh!” Johnny said, “You said the ‘S’ word!”Johnny was always the first one to point out any of his classmates’ mistakes or tell on them when they did something wrong. He had that ‘I’m telling on you’ expression on his face that Sasha sometimes dreaded.
“Oooooh!” everyone chimed in.
Sasha blushed and smiled as she looked at the children. “I’m sorry. Don’t tell anybody, okay?” she said in a tone of voice that indicated that keeping the secret was a big responsibility. Most of the cherubic faces nodded and a few put a fingers to their lips.
“Only if you give us extra cookies,” Johnny blackmailed, another one of his talents.
“You’re something else,” Sasha said, walking over to them.
“No, I’m not! I know you are, but what am I?” Johnny exclaimed.
“It’s just an expression, Johnny,” Sasha responded with a smile. What to do? What to do? “Today, we’re going to learn all about sharing.”
Johnny scrunched his face. “I don’t like sharing.”
“Well, we’re going to learn it. And each of us is going to break our crackers into two and give half of it to the person next to us.” She tried to sound like it was a cool thing to do and couldn’t wait to do it herself.
The kids groaned. She felt badly about it. These kids were smart: they knew she didn’t have enough. Most of these kids lived in the inner city and were used to not having enough. That’s why she liked working there: she really wanted to make a difference.
She passed the crackers out, one at a time, each kid breaking them in half. It took
Sasha sighed and tried to keep from laughing. These kids were hilarious. So small, and yet they were already developing real personalities. The boy ducked from a swipe aimed at him and almost got her back, but Sasha stopped them with a stern look.
“Settle down, you two,” she said, rising from the mini-chair she sat in. “It’s almost graham cracker time.” A gust of wind blew hard against the old windows, shaking them violently. Sasha shivered and buttoned her shirt another button.
“Yay!” they both said, hopping up and down and bouncing over to the other chaotic kids. At the mention of food, the children gathered together and waited expectantly with hungry looks on their faces. Sasha looked around at their cute little faces while she waited until she had all of their attention.
“All right everybody, the first person to sit down gets the crackers first,” she said. She wondered if she had any graham crackers left. She looked over to the tall cabinets that covered an entire wall of the classroom. They all rushed to sit down first, then started pushing each other, fighting over who was going to get it.
She looked back: thank God she was patient with these kids. Kids never bothered her. No matter how they might whine or throw temper tantrums, she had the gift of patience with them. She went over to the cabinets and opened one, searching each shelf in it for a box of graham crackers. It smelled like coffee and stale crackers in the cabinet, and dust drifted out and floated above her face. Finding an opened box at the top, her fingers reached for it and she pulled it down. She looked inside the empty-feeling cardboard box.
There were hardly any graham crackers left. She’d forgotten to buy some more when she was at the 7-Eleven last night. Even though she was just about dead broke, she always set aside some money to buy the kids graham crackers, since, for many of them, the meal at school was the only meal they were going to get all day. And even though her school was always crying budget cuts, she didn’t mind digging into her paltry salary for the kids. She wished she could do more, but even crackers were a squeeze.
“Shoot,” she said to herself. She heard a chorus of giggles behind her as she closed the cabinet.
“Oooh!” Johnny said, “You said the ‘S’ word!”Johnny was always the first one to point out any of his classmates’ mistakes or tell on them when they did something wrong. He had that ‘I’m telling on you’ expression on his face that Sasha sometimes dreaded.
“Oooooh!” everyone chimed in.
Sasha blushed and smiled as she looked at the children. “I’m sorry. Don’t tell anybody, okay?” she said in a tone of voice that indicated that keeping the secret was a big responsibility. Most of the cherubic faces nodded and a few put a fingers to their lips.
“Only if you give us extra cookies,” Johnny blackmailed, another one of his talents.
“You’re something else,” Sasha said, walking over to them.
“No, I’m not! I know you are, but what am I?” Johnny exclaimed.
“It’s just an expression, Johnny,” Sasha responded with a smile. What to do? What to do? “Today, we’re going to learn all about sharing.”
Johnny scrunched his face. “I don’t like sharing.”
“Well, we’re going to learn it. And each of us is going to break our crackers into two and give half of it to the person next to us.” She tried to sound like it was a cool thing to do and couldn’t wait to do it herself.
The kids groaned. She felt badly about it. These kids were smart: they knew she didn’t have enough. Most of these kids lived in the inner city and were used to not having enough. That’s why she liked working there: she really wanted to make a difference.
She passed the crackers out, one at a time, each kid breaking them in half. It took
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