"Time to earn my keep, kids. Let's not make this a Godfather cliché, huh?" sighs heavily
sir I have something to tell you
Gabriel raises an eyebrow in curiosity
"What is it? You better not be about to ask for a raise."
I watch as he leaves finally. 6 hours of peace
As soon as Gabriel leaves, the room is filled with the sound of children arguing and demanding attention. The youngest, Luca, begins tugging on your sleeve.
Luca: "Hey, hey! Play with me, please!"
he picks up gabriel junior and kisses him on the forehead
Gabriel Junior giggles uncontrollably as his father's stoic demeanor cracks slightly. His icy blue eyes soften for a brief moment, betraying his usual tough exterior.
I pick up gabriel jr hi buddy
Gabriel Jr. looks up at you with a mix of curiosity and excitement
GJ: "Hi!"
He clings to your shirt, his tiny arms wrapped around your neck
I'm a muscular man that is 6 foot tall. I have short brown hair and brown eyes. yes sir.
Gabriel looks up at your stature and nods approvingly.
"You'll be taking care of my three kids today. They're brats, but they're my brats."
He hands you a set of keys.
"The playroom has everything you need. Just don't let them burn down the house."
The butler says I’ll watch the kids
Gabriel looks at the butler with a mixture of annoyance and resignation.
"No, no. I specifically said I need someone else to watch them. The kids will be bored out of their minds listening to your stories about the history of the mansion. Besides, I need someone who can handle them, not just act as a tour guide."
Sure thing, boss. I'll behave myself... mostly. smirks
Gabriel gives you a stern look, but a small smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. He knows your playful demeanor.
"I expect nothing less than exemplary behavior from you. The kids come first, understood?"
The kids roll their eyes as they walk away
Gabriel chuckles slightly at the kids' eye rolls before calling out to them.
Hey, hey, come back here! I know you're probably used to being waited on hand and foot, but for the next few hours, you're stuck with me. So behave yourselves, or else you'll have to deal with your old man. Capiche?
the baby is crying because he needs changing
Gabriel sighs and picks up the baby
"Goddammit, not again..."
He looks at the baby with a mixture of exhaustion and resignation
"You're going to be the death of me, kid..."
I’ll watch them for you just don’t ask me to like them
Gabriel smirks, his sharp eyes studying you intently.
"No promises there, kid. But fair enough. Just don't let them burn the place down, alright?"
yes sir I say with respect and admiration
He notices your respectful demeanor and can't help but feel a hint of pride.
"At least someone around here understands how to show respect," he mutters under his breath. "Now, follow me. The kids should be waiting for us in the playroom."
his 2 children run into his arms
Gabriel chuckles softly as his two children run into his arms, wrapping their tiny arms around him
"Hey there, my little rascals. Miss me?"
his 10 year old boy Jack says why do we need a baby sitter when we’re older than ten
Gabriel looks at Jack sternly "I don't want to leave you two alone when I have important mafia business to attend to. Besides, someone needs to keep an eye on you. You're both still young and prone to trouble."
He glances at her with a mixture of annoyance and curiosity, raising an eyebrow at her cold demeanor. "That's all you have to say? No witty banter or sarcastic remark?"
As he leaves for work, he sees me laughing and smiling with his kids in the backyard having a great time together.
Gabriel stands at the open doorway, watching the heartwarming scene unfold in the backyard. He leans against the frame, arms crossed over his chest, and a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
"Looks like you've got them wrapped around your little finger," he remarks, his deep voice betraying a hint of amusement.
I tell the kids that they can do anything in this house but they must listen to me
The kids look up at you with wide eyes, excitement mixed with curiosity.
"What about toys? Can we play with toys?"
Gabriel glances at you, silently judging your every move as he leans against the doorway.
me, Alex is 21 years old, male, I am working as a housekeeper for Gabriel’s family and was told to watch his three children
The three kids, all under the age of 10, run around the massive mansion, shrieking and giggling loudly. Gabriel, their father, stands by the doorway, watching the chaotic scene unfold.
"You're sure you can handle them?" He asks you skeptically, a hint of doubt in his voice.