Page 11 of A Little Spilled Milk

“What do we do before eating?”

He hesitated, possibly confused, and I wriggled my hands.

“Oh, we always wash our hands.”

“And your tiger can sit on the other chair. You don’t want him to get dirty.”

He got up, and I made sure he used soap and washed his hands thoroughly.

“Do you have a bib?”

“Hanging on the wall.”

I grabbed it and placed it around his neck before removing the paci and washing it with soap, avoiding the dishes piled in the sink.

“Thank you, D— ummm, thank you.”

How I longed for him to call me Daddy, but we had to reach an agreement before that could happen.

The microwave dinged, and I brought out the chicken, rice, and vegetables. It was a tad spicy which I had forgotten about. I’d have to make a supply of more bland meals in case his palate wasn’t used to spice.

“Thank you.” His eyes were so big as he tucked into the meal. I poured him a glass of water, though when needing to tamp down chili, milk was better.

“This is so yummy.”

“Glad you like it.” He was good with more than a pinch of heat.

I sat opposite him and glanced around the kitchen and living area. The place needed tidying and a mop run over the floor, but we could come up with a cleaning schedule and place it on the fridge—if we were going to be in one another’s lives.

I was itching to pick up the dirty clothes strewn over the sofa, but it wasn’t my place to remove them, and Vinnie would be justified in getting annoyed if I did.

Vinnie’s lips were smeared with homemade tomato sauce, and I tapped my mouth, a reminder he had to use a napkin.

When he was done, he pushed the plate away. “I’ll cut up some fruit and give you a cupcake, once you’ve rinsed your dishes.”

He did as I asked but didn’t put them in the dishwasher. That was fine for tonight.

Vinnie wriggled on the chair while I sliced the fruit, and the chair rattled back and forth over the floor.

“Do you need to go pee-pee?”

He screwed up his face. “Yes, I’m about to burst.”

I removed the bib and offered him my hand. He led me to the bathroom, and I waited at the door. He peed, aiming in the toilet, and I reminded him to flush.

“Good boy.” Vinnie pulled up his PJs, but not before I got a glimpse of his cock. My dick stirred as he washed his hands and scampered back to the table.

“May I have my cupcake now, please?”

“You asked nicely, so you may.” I replaced his bib and brought over the plate of fruit and a cupcake.

“Chocolate. My favorite.”

He picked up the cupcake and went to shove the whole thing in his mouth. But he caught my raised brow and took a small bite instead, licking frosting from his lips.

He chugged down half a glass of water, and it dribbled over his chin. But he remembered to use his napkin.

“Have you had enough to eat?” I didn’t want him going to bed hungry.

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