As soon as Blair opened the door, Erin’s jaw dropped and there was no question what it was in response to. That was made obvious by the fact that she didn’t take her eyes off of Blair from the moment they walked through the door. Blair couldn’t help but smile as Erin’s eyes subtly moved up her body, slowing down when they scanned past her bikini. To anyone not paying close attention, it would have gone unnoticed, but Blair was very  focused on Erin. Her blonde hair was in a messy bun on top of her head, right behind a pair of large sunglasses that she should have kept on if she wanted to hide her wandering eyes.

When those eyes met Blair’s, it felt like all of the air was sucked from the room. Blair could hardly breathe as all of the noise surrounding them faded away and time seemed to stop. She wanted to spend the whole day lost in Erin’s eyes, but she knew if she didn’t look away soon, someone might notice. As much as Erin clearly liked what she saw, Blair was sure the last thing she wanted was for anyone to think she had a crush on the young babysitter. Because she obviously didn’t. How could she? Erin was mature and sweet and a fucking amazing mom. She would never have time for someone like Blair, even if she did find her aesthetically pleasing.

She forced her eyes away and focused on the older woman standing next to Erin. She stuck a hand out toward her. “Hi. I’m Blair. You must be Erin’s sister.”

The woman’s face lit up just like Blair hoped it would. “Aren’t you a charmer?” she asked with a laugh. “I am obviously the mom.” She put her hand on Nolan’s head. “Or the grandma, depending on who you’re talking to.”

“Well, Mrs. Corcoran, it's a pleasure to meet you.”

“It’s actually Mrs. Morrison, but it’s also fine if you call me Martha. Either one works for me.”

Of course. Erin probably changed her name when she got married. Why didn’t Blair think of that? Probably because I don’t want to think  about her being with anyone else, even though she’s not actually with me.

“Sorry. Very nice to meet you, Mrs. Morrison. ” Blair still felt like she was too young to get away with calling adults by their first names, even if they told her it was okay. She turned to the next person in line, who was another woman who looked very similar to both Erin and her mom. “And you must actually be the sister.”

“That I am. My name is April.”

After shaking hands, April introduced Blair to her husband, Wesley, and their kids, Sydney (who was fourteen), and Tanner (who was twelve).