It was a strange feeling going through the airport as part of their foursome. Really strange. My first sensation of ‘being an au pair’. I obviously wasn’t their child. Seeing how everyone around Little J interacted with him (cooing, kissing, other elaborate ploys to get his attention and giggles) and how he reacted to them (shyly, ducking his head, looking away) made me realize we really had hit it off the previous night. He had smiled and laughed with me, and wasn’t at all shy. It felt nice to be in baby’s inner circle.
On the aeroplane I mentioned my Mum was happy to know that the job was genuine. Mrs looked surprised, but what else would it be? I'm not sure, I said, but my Mum's just happy you haven't kidnapped me and whooshed me off to Romania. Mrs laughed, hard, that something like that would have even occurred to my family.
I think Mr and Mrs had one of their first moments of ‘oh, this is actually going to be really helpful having another pair of hands’ when we arrived at Casternau le nez. She had to make a work phonecall, he had to collect the baggage. And voilà! It all became so much easier when they could palm baby off into waiting hands.
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