Page 15 of Soothed By Daddy
“Now I can’t have none.”
“We’ll make you another one.”
“No more bread. Or peanut butter.”
“Or jelly?”
“I ran out of that earlier this week. I used honey.”
“How?” No answer from me. “You didn’t do the order like you said?”
“Forgot,” I said with a shrug.
“Baby, you can’t skip eating. It’s not good to have nothing in your house. You’ll waste away, and then who’ll hang out with me?” The endearment hit me in the feels. I loved and hated it at the same time. Mostly loved though.
“Your friends?”
“That’s you, buddy.”
“Are we…friends?” My voice was quieter than I’d intended, unsure if I wanted the answer.
“I hope so because except for the guys I’m friendly with on the site, you’re it.” Cyrus threaded his fingers through my hair againbefore he added, “And, unlike you, I do have some food in my pantry. Let’s leave the ants to their snack, and I’ll make you another one. Then maybe we can talk about how to spend the afternoon if you’re interested in getting out of the house.”
Cyrus stood and offered me his hand. I never considered saying no.
“I’m making an executive decision,” Cyrus announced when I finished the last bite of the PB&J sandwich with sliced cucumbers on the side.
He had set me at his small kitchen table with orders not to move unless I was washing my hands. Even then, he’d squirted the soap on for me and dunked my hands under the warm water.
“First, when you’re little, do you like George or Georgie?”
“You can call me whatever.”
“That’s not an answer. What doyoulike?”
“Georgie.”
“Thank you for answering. Second, the executive decision is that we are going to get out of the house. One errand and some fun,” Cyrus said as he cleaned up the remnants of lunch. “You, Georgie, need a break, and it’s my job today to make sure you get one.”
“Whatcha talking ’bout?”
“We’re going to have some fun, then get some food for your house. A boy needs fuel.”
“You don’t hafta. I got an order made.”
“Oh yeah? Let’s see it,” Cyrus ordered, but in a nice way that made me want to listen to him. My cheeks flushed with heat. If I did, maybe he’d call me a good boy again. I knew he didn’t want anything but friendship, but I could still like when he said it.
With more flair than it deserved, I pulled out my phone and showed him my order. It was the basics. I could list everything, but I always forgot to hitOrder, and then I was surprised when it never arrived. Every. Single. Time.
“Where are the veggies?”
“Meh.” Cyrus shot me a sidelong look.
“Hmmm. I see.”
“See what?”
“That we need to add a stop.” He eyed my business casual outfit and shook his head. “And we need to get you changed.”
