My Brother in Law has Crush on Me

POV : A Day of Babysitting her little brother in-law with Zion

Waking up, I made my bed and took a bath. Afterward, I dressed in formal attire and went downstairs for a quick breakfast. There, I found Grandpa, my aunt, and my mother-in-law, Madame Lizzy Zenith. Beside her sat a ten-year-old boy. I smile respectfully.

"Good morning, everyone," I greeted them with respect.

My mother-in-law gestured for me to sit. I took a seat opposite them. "I'm so sorry, Hillary," she said, her voice laced with apology. "I didn't welcome you properly yesterday. Something came up—this kid, Levy, ran away again, and we had to search everywhere for him."

So that was Levy Zenith, the youngest son of the Zenith family. I offered a polite smile.

"No, it's nothing, Madame. I understand," I replied.

My mother-in-law responded warmly, "No, just call me Mother. Okay? You better practice that."

I nodded, settling into my seat. "Yes, I will do as you say, Mother."

I glanced around, relieved to see no sign of Zion. Finally, no one to defy me or ruin my day. But it was too early to celebrate; I already saw him descending the stairs. That jerk would never give me peace. He didn't even greet anyone; he simply sat beside me, making me think this family probably had a difficult history.

Zion glared at me, as if I'd committed some offense. Hadn't I already sent him home?

I asked him, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Zion's voice was sharp. "Did you enter my room last night?"

His insecurity about his room was baffling. Was he trying to hide a lover from his family, despite being engaged? Perhaps it was just my imagination.

I calmly cut my steak, answering him, "Yes, I did. If I hadn't, what did you want me to do? Just leave you outside your room to die of hypothermia?"

Zion's tone was strained. "It's better that way... Did you touch something or see something?"

Should I reveal my knowledge of his lover? I glanced at the others; no, I'd better keep my mouth shut to avoid further trouble.

I answered nonchalantly, "I just put you in bed and left. It's not like I'm interested in your private life or anything."

He muttered something under his breath. "Of course you're never interested..."

I looked at him curiously. "What did you just say?"

Zion's voice was low and threatening. "Nothing. I said you better not enter my room again, or else..."

I simply nodded, aware of my in-laws' watchful eyes. Then Grandpa spoke, his voice firm but gentle.

"You child," he said, addressing Zion, "can you please stop making things hard for Hillary? She's simply being nice to you. If she weren't, do you think she would have sent you home? If she weren't nice enough, she probably would have just left you at the bar."

I nodded gratefully. Zion, defeated, fell silent.

Grandpa continued, "After breakfast, Zion, you should go with Hillary. Help her enroll at the university."

Zion nodded in agreement.

My mother-in-law stood up. "Hillary, Zion, dear, your aunt has an important business matter to attend to. Can we ask a favor...?"

I smiled at my mother-in-law. "Of course, anything."

She continued, "Would you both bring Levy along with you? Just take care of him for a day."

I paused, considering Levy. He seemed pleasant enough; it shouldn't be too difficult, I thought.

But I was wrong. In Zion's car, Levy cried incessantly. Oh God, I was trapped with two troublemakers. My life was the worst.

"Levy," I pleaded, "please calm down. What do you need?"

I covered my ears, and Zion did the same, mocking me for agreeing to this.

"Now you still like bringing this loud kid?" he scoffed, covering his ears as well. We sat in the front, Levy in the back.

Levy hurled his phone at me. Luckily, Zion caught it.

"I want ice cream!!!" Levy screamed. "I don't want to go to the university with you both!!!"

His scream was deafening. I turned to Zion.

"Hey," I said, "let's stop at an ice cream shop first, before going to the university."

Zion retorted, "Don't order me around like I'm your personal driver."

"You do it, or we die here, listening to his loud voice," I insisted.

Zion sighed in defeat. "Ugh... Fine. You child, shut your mouth already, and we're getting ice cream."

Finally, Levy quieted down. At the ice cream shop, Levy and I sat at a table while Zion ordered. He returned with two vanilla ice creams and one chocolate. Wait—how did he know I liked vanilla? Nah, probably a coincidence. Vanilla is pretty common, right?

He sat down, handing me my ice cream. He seemed almost nice, changed even.

"Thank you," I murmured.

Zion grin. "You have a debt to pay. It's two dollars."

I glared at him, reaching for my wallet. He hadn't changed a bit; he did that on purpose.

Then, a group of girls surrounded us, asking for my autograph. I hadn't mentioned it, but I'm a violinist and pianist.

One girl asked, "Miss Hillary, is he your husband and son?"

What did she just say? Do I look like a mother to her? Zion chuckled, and Levy, innocent as ever (or not), called me "Mommy." This kid—was he even ten? He already knew how to play tricks.

Levy hugged me in front of the girls. "Mommy, you love me, right? And Daddy and you always kiss; you never kiss me anymore."

Where did that come from? Me kissing that punk? Never! I'd rather kiss a dog. Why was this child acting like Zion? Well, that's what siblings do, right? And Zion tolerated his brother.

Zion chimed in, "Your son is right. You're too clingy to me, and you can't even do the same to your own son."

The girls giggled. "Miss Hillary, you have such a cute family! I'm so happy for you. I'll always be your biggest fan."

I tried to explain, "It's not what you think it is..."

The girls waved me off. "No need to be shy, Miss Hillary."

They left without letting me clear my name. I glared at both of them.

"What did you both do?!" I exclaimed.

Gosh, they were the worst. Siblings with similar negative traits.

The ride to the university was silent. I didn’t utter a word.

Zion commented, "Good thing the chatterbox is now being quiet."

Levy agreed, "Yeah, Daddy's right!" He laughed.

That kid was as bad as his brother. I looked utterly pissed at them.

"You both are the worst," I declared.

They answered in unison, "We know."

I rolled my eyes, staring out the window. Once at the university, I decided to leave them.

"You can both go home now. Just drop me here," I said.

Zion refused. "No can't do. You're the one assigned to take care of Levy; now you want to leave me here with this kid."

I took a deep breath, watching him drive seriously, then glanced at Levy, who was asleep. I needed more patience.

"Fine, then you both can come along," I conceded, "but you, Zion, stop causing trouble for me all the time!" My voice was tight with barely controlled fury.