Living another Life (Nanny AU)

Klance Nanny AU

Chapters 1/?

Words: 1636

Ao3

Summary: Keith is saving up money so he can attend his University, so what better to do than Nanny for probably the largest family he’s ever met? Keith’s always been great with kids, but handsome blue eyed men the same age as him- not so much.

Or- The Nanny AU nobody asked for

Keith stands in front of a door, much taller and much wider than him, and he can’t help but notice the difference between his and this one. Mansions of course were a much bigger upgrade than his apartment.

Appearance were another factor; differing from the exposed bricks along his walls to polished paint jobs along decorative window sills.

His finger hovers near the doorbell, shaking slightly from the nerves wracking his brain. Keith knew everything was going to be okay, the family would be nice and accepting, yet he was still nervous. Shiro had given him a long talk beforehand about how to act around adults; to keep his manners in check and such. Scoffing, Keith holds his breath and presses his finger against the button.

The first sounds he hears are bell chimes, but they are quickly cut off by a loud crash and the ruckus of voices booming through the building. Suddenly Keith isn’t so sure about this decision. Before he can run away, a prominent voice, obviously not speaking english, shushes others while swinging the door open with a smile.

“Ah! You must be our nanny, Keith!” A woman says in a heavy spanish accent, smile never wavering. Keith flushes, slightly waving. He immediately notices the group of similar looking people behind the woman, ranging of heights and genders. They were all staring at him, which wasn’t making Keith feel better.

Sticking out his hand, he gestures for a handshake (something Shiro specifically told Keith to do once greeting new peers). The woman laughs and takes his hand, not before pulling him forward into a bone crushing hug. To say the least it was comfortable, but everyone behind her was still watching them.

Feeling his face flush, Keith breaks their stance saying, “Y-Yes, That’s me, Keith.”

“I’m Mrs. Mcclain, but you may call me María.” María smiles warmly. Her eyes widen and she clasps her hands together which causes Keith to flinch. “Yes! Come in, come in! I must introduce you to my family.”

She turns around and the people behind her scurry away from the door leaving a clear path for Keith to walk in. María chants, “¡Vamos, Vamos!”

Stepping past the entrance, Keith’s breath is taken away by the view. An open ceiling littered with dozens of framed pictures of the same people, maybe more. While their home was a mansion, it is overwhelmingly domesticated. Cultured rugs and furniture are displayed throughout the house, and when Keith follows María past a corner into the kitchen, it’s even more so. Decorated tiles neatly placed along the rim of each counter. Spanish cloths hang over windows, allowing the sun to shine various colors across the floor.

Keith makes sure to stay close to the woman, but doesn’t miss how each person across the room observe him with tentative eyes. María pulls out a stool from underneath their kitchen island and holds a hand out for him to sit. He obliges. In front of Keith, everyone from before is in front of him; some smaller children in the laps of others.

Switching back from Spanish to English, María speaks up, “Let’s start from left to right. The very left is my eldest son, Jóse, and next to him is his wife Emilia. Their child’s name is Lola.” The three of them wave, Lola giving Keith a toothy grin.

“Hey, Keith.” Jóse greets, and Keith waves.

“Next is my second eldest daughter, Sophie, with her son Alex.” The same procedure goes with them, except Alex doesn’t give Keith as warm of a smile like Lola did. He doesn’t blame him, he was no better as a kid.

María taps her hands on the marble counter beneath her and continues, “After my daughter is my middle child, Lance.” Looking over to see his next peer, Keith mentally curses his gay heart. The guy was pretty damn cute. Thank god Keith wasn’t nannying him, he thinks to himself. Lance quirks an eyebrow and gives a half wave before looking away. Keith didn’t have time to wave back.

“Then the last is my youngest daughter, Mía.” Keith smiles and waves, and thankfully gets one in return. She was a cute little girl; hair put into pigtails with pink bows.

Thinking about it, the whole family shared similar features. Keith noted this before, but having a closer look he’s surprised by just how much. They all have tan skin and brunette hair varying in shades. Jóse and Lance had similar scruffed hair; Jóse’s hair longer. Both little girls wore bows in their hair, but one had two. Alex had short wavy hair that stuck out with the numerous freckles along his cheekbones. Emilia didn’t have the tan skin,but she did have brown hair. Most everyone was a different height, and they for the most part had different shades of eyes. The pair that particularly stood out to Keith were Lance’s. His were such a rich shade of blue it was hard not to stare.

María’s voice interrupts his thoughts, “My husband, Pedro, is unfortunately out at work, but you will be able to meet him later.”

“That’s alright.” Keith says; smiling for reassurance. Not a moment longer, María says something to her family once again then hastily turns to Keith.

“Would you like to discuss the specifics of our nannying?” She asks, gingerly resting a hand on Keith’s forearm. The contact normally would’ve made him uncomfortable, but something about this woman was anything but.

“Yes, please.”

…

“Keith,” The two of them had moved to somewhere more comfortable after the family dispersed, “I’d like to thank you again for helping out our family. I know it is a large one, but we are gentle and don’t bite.” María jokes. She has a cup of tea between her hands, holding the steam underneath her nose, and she speaks again (which Keith has noticed the family is quite chattery), “The three youngest aren’t too much of a handful, so I’m sure you will get along fine. Lola, Alex and Mía are wonderful children.”

Keith has a cup of tea in his hands as well. Not quite sure what flavor but he isn’t too worried. He lifts it up to his lips and takes a sip. The first thing he tastes is honey.

“I bet they are.”

The living room was spacious. Across the couch was a coffee table littered with coloring pages and crayons; Lola currently scribbling on a sheet.

Speaking of Lola, “She is our youngest, not even in pre-school. Next year though, next year she will be starting.” María speaks of her niece so fondly, Keith’s chest aches a little. The thought that someone could love another so dearly amazed him.

“She’s cute.” Keith admits, probably for the second time that day. “Anything I need to be aware of during the day when I’m with her?”

Shaking her head, María smiles, “Other than her watermelon allergy and the fact we don’t have any melon in our household, she should be a piece of cake.” Keith laughs, but it is nothing compared to the beautiful sound of María’s; her laugh mighty and worn.

“¡mamá!” A voice calls along with footsteps across their stone floors. Lance rushes into the room, but pauses when he notices Keith sitting in the chair next to his mom. He rubs the back of his neck, “I’m heading out to meet up with Hunk and Pidge, I’ll be back before dinner.”

Keith almost knits his brows together. Lance knew Pidge? María speaks up beside him.

“Alright. Stay safe, mijo. If I find you’re late for dinner again, you’ll be staying home and babysat along with your siblings by Keith here.” He flushes, not expecting to be apart of their conversation. Keith doesn’t notice Lance flush too. He was still in shock about them having mutual friends. Did that mean Lance went to their University (or the one he’s saving to go to)?

“I won’t be late! It was one time mamá!” Running up to his mother, Lance kisses her on the head and gives Keith a slight wave before running out in a hurry.

Keith hears another laugh, more fond though, “He’s the troublemaker in the family. Always on his feet.”

“Does he go to University?” He stupidly asks. The woman beside him nods.

“Yes! He goes to Florida State.” She says, placing her empty mug on the counter next to her armrest. Lola turns towards Keith, “Do you go there, too?”

He watches María’s eyes widen. Patting her knees, she gasps, “Do you know my son, Lance? He is quite the socialist. Are you studying at the same University as him?”

“N-No! I um, I don’t know Lance, but I have friends who are in FSU as well.” Keith picks his nails unconsciously. A bad habit he picked up when moving from foster home to foster home; always antsy.

“That’s great! My son is quite the man, I can’t believe I didn’t notice how similar of age you two look.” Don’t worry, Keith can’t believe he didn’t notice as well. Not that he wasn’t noticing anything about Lance…

“Not to change the subject,” Keith starts, “But I start tomorrow on Monday, yes?”

Laughing, María stands up and offers a hand to Keith, who takes it and follows her to the kitchen once again. She puts their cups into the sink and bounces a little.

“I am so blessed to have such a wonderful man like yourself take care of our children in need. Yes, starting tomorrow. I have, I think, informed you of all the precautions.”

They walk to the front door and before Keith knows it he’s in another bone crushing hug. “I will see you tomorrow dear, take care.”

And with that, Keith is riding home with the giddiest smile on his face.