Page 27 of First Class Feelings

I never imagined I could have a life like this. It’s wonderful to know he’s trusting me to take care of him. That he’s allowing me to take control, to plan our day out when he’s too overwhelmed to do so.

Leaving him to it, I gather the remote and scroll through our options. Thankfully, there are still some cartoon channels accessible here despite it being an adult only facility. Part of me wonders if they have a lot of Littles come through or if it’s just happenstance.

I might take the time to ask Edward. With the party being yearly, there has to be some type of coordinated effort to bring people together.Could this same thing be recreated in other places?We don’t have to go to the beach every time, but we could have a Little adventure anywhere so long as we’re all together.

There’s something novel about the idea. It stays with me as I select a cartoon from my childhood. I don’t know if Foster is familiar with it because he was older when it came out. Either way, I think it’s silly enough to hold his attention.

As he watches, I get the coffee table cleared for our breakfast and check to see if Edward’s texted me back. I see the message waiting, though I don’t open it. My phone is on silent, so I don’t check in on work stuff while I’m here. For some reason, I can ignore it if I’m the one looking at my notifications, however, if it pops up, I’m going to stop everything to answer. It’s something about reactive versus proactive actions. My brother told me a baseball metaphor to try to get me to remember. No such luck.

If only he’d made it a Daddy/little reference. Maybe then I’d know.

Laughing at my own joke, I’m about to settle down when there’s a knock at the door. The young woman rolls the tray in, a big smile on her face when she spots Foster on the couch.

“You must take him to Pequeña Cena, a restaurant close by. My abuela would love to meet him.”

My jaw drops as I recognize the name. “We went yesterday. She was wonderful. How amazing is it that you’re the one to bring this to us?”

“It must be fate,” she says with a smile before waving goodbye. I try to tip her, but she refuses. “Keep it. If you went to see my abuela, then you are a friend. I cannot accept.”

With that note of kindness, she leaves us be. I uncover the food, then go about cutting everything up. I arrange it all onto one plate to make it easy to carry. My bowl of shrimp and grits, a surprising menu option, is in one hand, while Foster’s food is in the other.

This time when I drop beside him, he turns his head to look at me. I imagine the scent of his food is hard to miss.

“Num nums,” he says softly. He smacks his lips a few times for good measure, too, as he makes eye contact.

“Such a demanding Little, aren’t you?” I tease. He shakes his head, then looks from the food to me again.

Knowing what he wants, I pick up the plate and gather a few bites. Just like before, he eats them from the fork with ease. Our routine is coming together so easily. It’s not a chore to feed him, nor does he seem bothered at my desire to control this aspect of our relationship.

It’s almost like everything I’ve wanted to have as a Daddy is something he’s also craved. Maybe it is the universe’s doing.

That reminds me—I didn’t get the young girl’s name. We’ll definitely have to go back to the cafe to speak to her abuela. She must know she’s got a wonderful granddaughter.

As I feed him, Foster sinks deeper into the movie. It reaches a point where he opens his mouth without even looking my way because he’s too engrossed in everything on the screen.

It doesn’t bother me one bit. I’m happy he’s relaxed and enjoying himself.

Once he’s had enough to eat, including some fruit and protein like I’d hoped, I dig into my breakfast. It’s cooled some, so I knock the cold off with our microwave. When I sit back down to eat, Foster gives me a frown.

“What’s wrong, little one?” I ask after swallowing my first bite.

“Daddy food cold. Me selfish?”

I sit down the bowl. “Oh no. You’re not selfish, Foster. Daddy wanted to feed you first. It’s important that I take care of you before taking care of myself. I won’t neglect my own needs indefinitely. It’s merely a delay, ok?”

He nods softly, then eyes my shoulder. “Lay?”

Grabbing up my bowl again, I shift until my back is against the couch beside him. Then I shimmy my shoulders to let him know he’s welcome to use me as a pillow.

We watch the rest of the movie in that position, his head on my shoulder as I eat my food. With the next movie, I manage to easehim up enough to put my bowl on the table. I don’t dare tell him we can’t keep cuddling. Not when I enjoy it as much as he does.

As the day continues, we shift positions a few times, along with taking a few bathroom breaks. I’m reminded again how diapers would come in handy in situations like this. I manage to check Edward’s text, confirming we have the day together tomorrow.

When I pull up the address, I see it’s a local marina. I shrug, thinking maybe we’ll wind up going on a short boat ride or something. It sounds like a good time.

Eventually, it becomes obvious we need to wind down for bed. Our meetup time for the next day is really freaking early. I don’t want my boy too tired to do anything.

After an easy meal of tacos—who’s surprised? Not me—I convince him to take a quick shower with me before tucking him into the bed. I clean up the living room, making sure the cart of room service food gets left outside in the hall again.

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