Page 8 of First Class Feelings

His expression goes from sad to happy in an instant. “Yes, DD. Feed!”

I can’t help but laugh when he opens his mouth and points to it. He’s like a little bird eagerly awaiting his meal.

Sitting the ice cream down, I pull out the blanket. He watches with a curious expression. Little Foster is adorable in a way I can’t describe. It’s like everything and everyone is a new experience for him. I love that I get to nurture this side of him.

“Let’s get you warm first. This will help prevent brain freeze.” I wrap the material around him.

He gives a deep sigh as he tugs the cloth around his shoulders. “Ready,” he says, though the R is more of a W with his Little speech.

I take a seat on the coffee table to put myself directly across from him. “Open wide.”

His jaw drops without hesitation. I push down the urge I to stuff his mouth with something else. No need to turn this sweet moment dirty.

There’s a glint to his eye that tells me he has some idea of the effect on me even though he’s clearly in his Little space.

“Here it comes,” I say cheerfully as I fly the spoonful of ice cream from the bowl to his mouth.

My boy gobbles it up, bouncing on the couch as soon as he gets a taste of the chocolate delight. With each new bite, he seems happier and happier until he’s nothing but a ball of sunshine.

I’m even more sure he’s the boy for me. Every new piece of this dynamic just makes sense. Like the universe dropped him in my lap when it knew I needed someone to dote on.

“Yummy,” he says after the last bite. He leans back, the blanket falling from his shoulders as he pats his cute little belly.

I don’t miss the way he winces a bit with the shift. It makes me wonder if some stretching from time to time would be good for his joints. I’m younger than him, yet I’m already achy some mornings.

I put the empty bowl on the tray and set it outside. When I come back into the room, it’s to find my boy fast asleep with his head tilted back on the couch. His mouth is wide open, a soft snore making a picture I’ll never forget.

God, he’s fucking adorable.

Whatever I did in a past life to earn his trust, I hope it’s enough to get to keep him too.

As he rests, I unpack everything I need for the week in my room. Then, as someone who’s trying to be presumptuous does, I move his suitcase to the second bedroom. I don’t go so far as to unload it since that really is a step too far.

But still, if he sees I have the space, maybe he’ll cancel the rest of his stay and keep himself occupied with me in my suite. He could be as Little as he wants for as long as he wants.

I have no problem indulging him as he needs it.

To be honest, I’ve always wondered what having a 24/7 Little would be like. Someone I could spoil and care for at all times rather than only during a scene or afternoon playdate. Given the commitment it is, not many Littles partake in it. That and the demands of their big side can be too much at times.

But I think Foster could possibly be the Little I’ve been looking for.

CHAPTER 5

Foster

It takes me a minute to realize where I am when I wake up. There’s barely any light filtering into the large space, which only makes it more difficult for me to orient myself.

The suite is far bigger than the one I booked. Between the fancy furniture and the size alone, I easily put together I’m not where I’m supposed to be.

And then I remember it all.

The man on the plane waking me up.

The blanket he’d covered me with and how he noticed my bear.

How kind he was as he walked me through the airport.

His gentle touch as he led me through getting to the hotel.

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