Page 28 of Pretty Baby

“Thank you.” Caleb turned his face and kissed Grant’s cheek.

“Now please make me a plate. I’m going to die if I have to smell this delicious food any longer without eating it.”

Caleb giggled before raising and cutting Grant a big slice of lasagna before adding a little something from all the other dishes. He’d ordered too much food but he could afford it. As long as Grant was happy then Caleb didn’t care how expensive a simple night cost.

“Thank you boy,” Grant said when Caleb set the plate down in front of him. “Now fill your own plate.”

“Yes, Daddy.” Calen hurried and was a lot less careful with his own food. He quickly piled it on his plate before sitting to Grant’s right.

“Wine?” Grant picked up the bottle that Caleb had opened earlier to allow it to breathe.

“Just a little Daddy,” Caleb answered. He found himself craving less alcohol lately wanting to be sober for his calls with Grant and when they got to spend time together.

Grant poured just enough wine into Caleb’s glass before he filled his own up. “I don’t plan to go anywhere tonight so I think I’ll indulge a little more than normal.”

Caleb beamed. His Daddy was going to stay the night with him. “I like that plan.”

“Good, now eat up. You’re going to need your energy.”

Caleb picked up his fork as Grant did the same. Even though Grant was hungry he’d waited for Caleb. Such a wonderful Daddy.

The first bite had Grant moaning and Caleb’s prick hardened at the sound. He was really looking forward to the rest of the night. They just needed to finish eating. Caleb shoveled another bite in.

“Slow down boy,” Grant said grasping his wrist.

“Sorry Daddy,” Caleb said with a mouthful.

Grant gave him a stern look and Caleb swallowed. With his free hand, he patted his mouth with the cloth napkin. “Sorry, Daddy.”

Grant nodded then released his wrist. “Good boy.”

Making sure to eat slower it took too long until the plates were empty but finally Grant sat back from the table and patted his stomach. Grant had drunk two full glasses and ate every bite of food including seconds on the lasagna. When it was clear that Grant was finished Caleb sat up in his chair.

“Are you done, Daddy?”

“Yes boy,” Grant smiled at him. “That was fantastic. I couldn’t eat another bite.”

“Can we cuddle on the couch now?”

“I think that’s a good plan,” Grant said before he picked up his plate.

“Oh no Daddy, just leave that there.” Caleb popped up and grabbed Grant’s hand. He wanted his cuddle time.

“We need to put the food up and clear the table,” Grant told him.

Caleb scoffed. “The cleaning service will deal with that tomorrow.” He waved it off and tugged again.

“The food won’t be good if we leave it out.”

Caleb scratched his head. Why weren’t they on the couch? “We already ate.”

Grant sighed. “What do you plan to do with all this leftover food?”

Catching Grant’s frustrated tone Caleb pushed back the urge to be in Grant’s lap. He glanced down at the table trying to figure out what answer Grant wanted.

“It’s not a difficult question,” Grant pressed.

“I don’t know what you want me to say.”

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