Page 26 of First Class Feelings

I don’t say anything to that. I had wondered why I didn’t see him around much, but figured it wasn’t for me to worry about. That and I was thankful to have even been invited.

“Anyways… if your boy is ok with me and my friend involved, then I can guarantee all the toys and Little stuff you’ll need tomorrow. All you have to do is show up at the address I give you with a bag packed for a swim day. Maybe bring extra clothes too, though I’ll have stuff as well. I don’t know really. Just pack something.”

Laughing at his eager words, I accept his invite. “We’d like that. Today we’ll stick to doing some tourist stuff and maybe go back to the place where we met.”

“Ah, yes. That’s always a good location to decompress. Will you send me Foster’s sizes as well? It’ll help me get what I need in place.”

“Sure thing. Thanks for helping me with this. Please let me know how much I owe you too. I don’t mind the expense.”

He scoffs. “You’re kidding, right? My bestie is a bajillionaire. He lives to take care of people like us. You know—Littles and all. Keep your money. Use it to spoil Foster in other ways.”

“Um, thanks, I guess. You’ll send me the info, then?”

“As soon as we hang up. I promise,” he pledges as if this were an oath on the witness stand.

“Thanks again. I’ll be in touch.”

Arms wrap around my waist from behind as soon as the call ends. My smile widens knowing exactly who it is. I cover his hands with mine, then turn to see my boy all dressed in comfy clothes.

“Hey, little one. How did you sleep?”

It’s still fairly early. I didn’t want to wake him, which is why I brought my phone out into the main area to call in my favor. That and I was hoping to get some breakfast ordered before he woke up.

“I is hungry, Daddy. Panwakkes,” Foster says as he points to his belly.

There’s no way I can deny him anything. “We can do that, little one. I’ll call down to have them sent up this morning. Do you want some sausage or bacon too? Maybe some potatoes?”

He frowns. “Cawbs? Big belly?”

“Oh, no. Didn’t you hear? Carbs are necessary for sweet boys. It’s what makes them have super fuel. Daddy says you have to have them or else we can’t do anything fun today.”

“Fun?”

“Yeah, little one. Fun stuff. We can either stay in for a relaxing day where we could watch movies together, or we can go back to the cafe where we met our new friend. If you don’t like those options, we can also wander around a bit.”

Foster bites his lip as his gaze moves down to my chest. His fingers twine together as if he’s restless.

I realize then he’s unsure of the answer to give me. Maybe having him make decisions in his Little state isn’t ideal. He needs me to make the choice for him instead.

Knowing that tomorrow will likely be a full day out and about, I make the executive decision to have a cozy, comfy day in thehotel room. We can do all kinds of things here too that will make this vacation one worth remembering.

“Change of plans,” I say, interrupting his worrying. “Daddy is going to decide.”

He lets out a loud breath, then shoves his thumb between his lips.

“We’re going to have a lazy day here. I want you to get your blankie off the bed and bring it here. I’ll order your pancakes while you’re gone.”

With a quick turn, he takes off for the bedroom. I make a call downstairs to request another full spread of breakfast items, with extra pancakes. I know my boy says that’s all he wants; however, I hope to convince him to eat at least a little protein and some fruit. Some balance in nutrition is necessary, even for Littles.

“Back, Daddy,” he shouts, dragging the blanket behind him.

The large comforter is soft and puffy, which makes it perfect for what I have planned. “Follow me.”

I lead him to the living room, then position him in front of the couch. Stealing the blanket from him, I place it over his head. The two pieces come together under his chin, cloaking him completely in the fluffy fabric.

“Now sit here, little one. Daddy is going to get the movie set up and wait for breakfast.”

He smiles as he drops onto the couch. There’s an audible hiss of the fabric, which brings out a giggle from my boy. It’s so fucking adorable I have to pause a minute just to watch him in awe.

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