When Peter asked Miles to babysit Mayday, he couldn't possibly refuse. After all, Mayday was the epitome of cuteness, the most adorable child he had ever laid eyes on. Miles didn't give it much thought; he figured it would be a breeze taking care of a baby. How much trouble could she really cause?
"Hey, thanks again, kid. Sorry to suddenly call you out of the blue," Peter said in a rush while frantically picking out an outfit. It had completely slipped his mind that today was his anniversary, and he hastily made plans, managing to book seats at a decent restaurant.
However, he didn't have time to find a nanny, so he turned to the only person he trusted with Mayday—Miles. Mayday held a platonic affection for Miles.
"Don't worry, I've got this covered. Oh, and by the way, have fun at your anniversary!" Miles replied, engaged in a playful chase with Mayday.
"Thanks again, kid. One last thing, expect the unexpected, alright." Finishing his sentence, Peter dashed out of the door.
"WAIT, expect what—" a web suddenly flew toward Miles' face. Using his spider senses, he narrowly dodged the web. Looking in the direction it came from, he saw Mayday hanging upside down, and in the blink of an eye, she disappeared.
"Guess... this just got interesting."
In the afternoon, it was time for Mayday's nap. If she didn't sleep, she would become quite grumpy in the evening.
However, she was currently running around, and Miles was struggling to catch her.
"Mayday, come on, you need to sleep, otherwise, Peter will kill me! Wait, no, no, no, no—"
Chasing a kid around the house and failing to catch them was an utterly exhausting experience. Miles never wanted to do it again.
Miles was getting tired, realizing that he seriously needed to improve his stamina.
No wonder Peter lost weight with this level of activity. He desperately needed help, and he needed it now.
Perhaps he should ask his friends for assistance? With that thought, he activated his watch and entered a group chat he had created, which included him, Gwen, Hobie, and Pavitr.
Archkids 12:45 PM
🌻: Guys, I need help.
🩰: With what? Another anomaly? Miguel?
🎸: Not even gonna say hi? Rude.
🌻: Sorry, I guess. But, well, you see, Peter needs help with babysitting Mayday because he had somewhere to be, and I agreed since I was free. So, I went to his house and was with—
🎸: Just get to the bloody point already. I don't have all day. 🙄
🩰: Geez, I guess someone woke up and chose violence today.
🎸: I was in the middle of something.
🩰: In the middle of what? Robbing a store?
🎸: Fuck capitalism, and I don't have money, Gwanda. 😀
🩰: The name's Gwen. Hoebart.
🌻: 💀💀
☕️: Hi, guys, what's going on?
🎸: Hey, mate, how are you doing?
☕️: Doing great. 👍 Just need to finish some homework. Miles, what happened? You said you needed help?
🌻: Oh, yeah, right. I need help with babysitting Mayday. She's not listening to me.
🩰: Well, I'm kinda free. I can help you.
🎸: I guess the things can wait but I just wanna say. I support Mayday not listening cause no one can tell her what the fuck she can't or can do
☕️: Hobie
🎸: ....
🎸: sorry
☕️: 😁
🌻: Pav are you coming or?
☕️: sure I will come as soon as I finish my homework. You guys can go first :D
🩰,🎸: alright
END OF CHAT
When Gwen and Hobie arrived, they anticipated a simple task of putting Mayday to sleep or tending to routine baby care.
Little did they know that they would find themselves in a perilous battle for survival, struggling against a child of all adversaries!
They had faced stronger opponents before and emerged victorious, but now they were losing to a kid. How astonishing!
After a frantic scramble, they finally managed to confine Mayday to her room. Exhausted, Hobie collapsed onto the floor, gasping for breath.
"What are we going to do? That kid is a narcissist and too clever," he lamented.
Gwen replied, trying to catch her breath as well, "We'll have to come up with something."
Miles, frustrated, grumbled, "Think of what? We've tried everything! Nothing has worked... ARRGHHH!"
"We have to brainstorm, think outside the box. Well, except for Hobie because his ideas always fall short," Gwen remarked, shooting a teasing glance at the punk.
"I'm just going to pretend I didn't hear that last part, GWANDA," Hobie retorted.
"It's GWEN, for heaven's sake, HOEBART!"
Miles interjected, sighing in exasperation. "Here we go again..."
Hours passed, and little progress was made. Mayday remained hyperactive, and Gwen and Hobie continued their bickering.
Just then, a portal materialized, and Pavitr emerged from it.
"How's it going?" he began, but before he could finish his sentence, Miles engulfed him in a hug. "PAVVVVVV, you're here! Please, help us... We can't get Mayday to sleep."
Pavitr returned the embrace with joy. "Sure, where is she?"
They pointed toward a closed door. "She's in there, mate. A total nightmare. She even bit me," Hobie revealed, raising his hand to display a swollen bite mark.
"Okay, I'll do my best. It can't be that difficult," Pavitr said, maintaining a cheerful expression. "
Don't be too optimistic. Good luck, you'll need it," Gwen remarked, eyeing the boy skeptically.
Pavitr approached the closed door cautiously, mentally preparing himself for the challenge ahead.
He took a deep breath and slowly turned the doorknob, entering Mayday's room.
The moment he stepped inside, he was greeted by an explosion of toys, scattered across the floor.
Mayday was perched on top of a pile of stuffed animals, grinning mischievously.
"Hey there, Mayday," Pavitr said, trying to sound friendly. "How about we have some fun and then get ready for a nice nap?"
Mayday's eyes widened, and she hopped off the pile of toys, ready to engage in another round of playful chaos. But Pavitr had a plan.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small object that caught Mayday's attention—a colorful spinner.
"Look what I have here, Mayday," Pavitr said, spinning the toy between his fingers.
"If we play a little game, I'll let you have this. But first, we need to tidy up the toys. Can you help me?"
Mayday's eyes darted between the spinner and the scattered toys on the floor. She hesitated for a moment, weighing her options.
Finally, with a mischievous grin, she nodded and hopped into action.
Pavitr and Mayday spent the next few minutes picking up toys and putting them back where they belonged.
Pavitr made a game out of it, encouraging Mayday to race against him, and she giggled with delight as they worked together.
Once the room was tidied up, Pavitr sat down on the floor with Mayday.
"Would you like to play a game with me?"
Mayday's eyes lit up with excitement, and she eagerly nodded her head. Pavitr took out a deck of cards from his pocket and began to show her a simple card trick.
As he performed the trick, Mayday's attention was fully captured, her curious gaze fixed on the cards in his hands.
Meanwhile, Miles, Gwen, and Hobie watched from the doorway, amazed at Pavitr's ability to engage Mayday's attention.
They could hardly believe their eyes as Mayday sat quietly, completely absorbed in the card trick.
"How is he doing that?" Miles whispered
"I have no clue but its working!!" Gwen answered and Hobie agreed
As the trick came to an end, Pavitr gathered the cards and asked Mayday, "
Now, how about we have a little contest? Let's see who can build the tallest tower using these building blocks."
Mayday's face lit up with joy, and she eagerly joined Pavitr in building towers, stacking the colorful blocks as high as they could go.
The room filled with laughter and the sound of falling blocks, but it was a delightful chaos.
As they played together, Pavitr skillfully introduced calming activities to gradually tire Mayday out. They engaged in gentle exercises, played soothing music, and read her favorite storybook.
Pavitr's patience and understanding of Mayday's needs allowed him to connect with her on a deeper level.
Slowly but surely, Mayday's hyperactivity began to subside, and her eyelids grew heavy. Pavitr gently picked her up, cradling her in his arms, and rocked her back and forth. Within minutes, Mayday succumbed to sleep, her tiny breaths becoming soft and peaceful.
Pavitr carefully laid her down in her crib, tucking her in with a soft blanket. He stepped away, looking at her with a sense of accomplishment and affection. The room fell into a tranquil silence.
Miles, Gwen, and Hobie approached Pavitr, their expressions filled with gratitude and admiration. "Pav, you're a baby-whisperer," Miles said, shaking his head in awe.
Pavitr chuckled modestly. "It's all about finding the right approach and connecting with the child. Each one is unique and requires a different strategy. I'm glad I could help."
Gwen smiled and placed a hand on Pavitr's shoulder. "Thank you, Pav. We couldn't have done it without you."
Hobie, too, expressed his appreciation. "Yeah, you saved us from the wrath of Mayday. Good job, mate."
"I had no idea you were so good with kids! That's absolutely amazing," Miles exclaimed, his voice filled with genuine surprise and admiration.
Gwen's eyes sparkled with excitement as she chimed in, unable to contain her curiosity, "You have to teach us, Pavitr! We want to learn from you!"
Pavitr, however, seemed a bit flustered by the sudden attention. "I would love to, but I just realized I have some more work to take care of... Ugh, guess I'll have to leave you guys. Bye bye!"
With those words, he swiftly disappeared into his own dimension, leaving behind a fleeting sense of disappointment.
The room fell into a prolonged silence after Pavitr's departure, the absence of his presence hanging in the air. It was Hobie who finally broke the quietude, his voice laced with intrigue, "What else is he hiding? What other aspects of his life remain unknown to us? Don't you agree, Gwanda?"
"Gwen! It's GWEN!" she corrected him, her voice carrying a mix of exasperation and amusement, breaking the tension with a touch of lightheartedness.