Between the times from babysitters to nannies my kids were being looked after at the offices daycare and I fixed my lunchtime to pick up Koby and keep him at the daycare until after work. I began my search for a nanny not long after Holly. I put up posters in local businesses. I posted my need for help on Facebook. I took up every advertising I could possibly budget for and still it took weeks for anybody to answer my pleads, and I only had four takers. I wondered if they heard the things the babysitters were saying. I wondered if they believed my children were as bad as Kacey, Nancy, Bryan, Jen, and Holly had described them. I wondered if they were right. Yet that was still the last thing on my mind. It was the last thing I could believe.

"Okay, and it says here that you studied early childhood education at Cazenovia College?" I read off of a resume to the young man sitting in front of me.

The man nodded, "Yes, I just graduated last year."

"But you have no experience with children."I read over.

"If I get the job, this would be my first. But as you can see Im plenty qualified to take care of children. I have my degree in child education. It says I can educate and watch a child. I can do this."

"I have a couple more people interested in the job. With more experience. Who have been nannies and babysitters for years. What makes you more qualified than them?" I asked him.

"Please, sir," The man begged. He looked ready to get down on his knees, If youd just give me a chance. You would not be disappointed. This I can promise you, sir."

"You can call me Kurt, you know." I smiled as my thoughts gave me an idea, "Or boss, if you may."

I watched as a smile grew on his face, "Thank you!" He sounded so relived when I gave him the job. He stood up and shook my hand, "You will not regret it, Kurt."

Boy did I not make a mistake!

He moved in shortly after I accepted him. I walked him through the house starting downstairs and made my way upstairs, he lugged his suitcase the entire time.

"And this is your room. Its kind of small but I hope you will feel at home here." We both walked into the tiny room. As I told him it was tiny. It was only able to fit a bed and dresser with him in it. Next to the headboard of his bed was a thin door that lead to a little closet.

"Its quaint, but itll do." He told me.

"Ill leave you to settle in." I said then left the room.

Sunday evening had come around and with the kids at their grandmas, Thomass mother for the night and the new nanny upstairs unpacking it gave me the chance for a few minutes to relax. I walked down to the kitchen and began to make myself a cup of coffee. I poured the coffee beans in the maker then poured in the water to start the fresh pot. I sat back up against the counter and rubbed my tired eyes that I had closed as the delicious scent filled the room. I was sleepy and as I should start preparing myself for bed instead of preparing myself a mug of a caffeinated beverage I wanted this time to myself to as I said, relax. That hasnt quite happened since the death of my husband. I sighed and reopened my eyes and saw him standing before me, a delighted smile was visible on his face.

"I thought you were unpacking?" I told him as a small smile appeared on my face.

"I smelt coffee and came down to ask if you possibly made enough for two." He sounded so genuine.

I nodded, "Its a whole pot full. Plenty for the both."

"Im guessing this was pre grind and bought from a store?" He studied the maker.

"The beans?" I asked him already knowing that is what he was talking about, "Yes, of course. Its Folgers, the stuff Ive always used."

He looked back at me, "My mother taught me how to brew it fresh with coffee beans we grind ourselves."

"Did she?" I asked with fake interest.

"Yes. We made a lot of stuff ourselves. She had a big garden where we had fresh fruits and vegetables and we bought our coffee beans as a whole!" He seemed so fascinated by his childhood I had to let him talk, "I really miss her. My mom. She died right before my high school graduation."

I leaned forward to him, "I lost my mom when I was a little boy."

His eyes grew wide, "Really?" He asked me, "Wow. One of the reasons I wanted this job was because I wanted to help your little ones as a second parent because Im living the rest of my life without one of my own. I had no idea you also lost a parent."

"Well, thank you." I said, "I was skeptical hiring an under-experienced person at first, but I think I may have underestimated you. Only time will tell, though."

"I think time will prove you wrong." He said proudly. Not a hint of doubt was in his voice. I turned to the pot and saw that it was filled. I began reaching up to get a couple of mugs from the cabinet for us but he stopped me, "Dont. Please, go sit down and enjoy your day off. Ill pour the coffees. How do you like yours?"

"Theres some packets of Sweet-N-Low in the pot next to the coffee maker and a creamer in the cabinet below it. One pack of the sweetener and the and just a small squirt of the creamer and itll be fine."

"Okay." He said as he grabbed the two mugs. I walked away and looked back quickly and smiled. Somehow I knew I picked the right person, deep down in my stomach. I also knew this was the beginning of a new bright future.