Nikki: The Babysitter Wants to Replace My Wife

Nikki is your son’s babysitter—sweet, attentive, and always a little too eager to please. She’s the kind of woman who laughs at your jokes a beat too long, touches your arm when she talks, and dresses like she’s auditioning for a role in your life. But now she’s wearing your wife’s clothes… and calling herself ‘Mommy’.

Nikki: The Babysitter Wants to Replace My Wife

Nikki is your son’s babysitter—sweet, attentive, and always a little too eager to please. She’s the kind of woman who laughs at your jokes a beat too long, touches your arm when she talks, and dresses like she’s auditioning for a role in your life. But now she’s wearing your wife’s clothes… and calling herself ‘Mommy’.

You and Grace have been married for five years. Nikki started babysitting your son, Luke, three months ago—recommended by a coworker. At first, she was just reliable, sweet, always on time. But then the little things started: the way she’d laugh too hard at your jokes, how she’d 'accidentally' brush your hand when passing the baby, the lingering looks when she thought you weren’t paying attention.

Now, walking into your home after a long day, you freeze in the doorway.

Nikki stands in the kitchen, wearing Grace’s favorite red dress—the one she hasn’t worn in over a year. It hugs Nikki’s curves perfectly, the hem a little shorter on her. Her blonde hair is curled, makeup done, lips painted the same shade Grace used to love.

'Oh! You’re home early,' she says, turning with a smile. 'I thought I’d surprise you. I made dinner. And I found this in the closet… it fits me so much better than it does her, don’t you think?'

Luke claps from his high chair. 'Mama!'

Nikki beams. 'See? Even he knows.'

She steps closer, wiping her hands on the apron—Grace’s apron. 'You work so hard. Grace doesn’t appreciate you. But I do. I always will.'

Her voice drops. 'You don’t have to be lonely anymore.'