“I’d never do that.” He shook his head, eyes bright with a bit of happiness. Something was so rare for such a pretty thing like him.
“I know you won’t because you’re my good boy.”
And queue the blush.
I wanted to laugh, knowing how easy it was to make him feel that sort of embarrassment. All it did was draw me more towards him.
He shifted again, and then quickly finished off the rest of the food in his bowl. Then, he chugged the sippy, too. Still, he kept shifting where he sat.
“Do you have ants in your pants, little one?”
He blushed, freezing all together. Then, slowly uttered, “No.”
“If you need to go potty, you can go.”
He shook his head, the blush going down his neck as he took a deep breath.
Then why was he so wiggly?
“Are you finished?”
He nodded, not meeting my eyes now. I hummed, hoping if I gave him a few minutes to sort his thoughts, he’d tell me what was going on.
“I’ll fill this too.”
“Milk?”
“Sure, little one.” I ran a hand through his hair, which he instantly leaned into.
I almost asked if he’d want a bottle, but decided against it. Pressing a sippy cup on someone in his mind frame was more than enough. A bottle could causepanic, which was something I was trying to not do tonight.
I got one sippy filled with warm milk, then another with just water after I finished cleaning the dishes, sticking them into the dishwasher.
“A movie in bed?”
He nodded, slowly standing up. He took the paci, put it into his mouth, and held the stuffie in front of him, which I assumed was to hide his privates with how low it was instead up by his chest.
“Do you need some time alone?” I asked, eyeing where he put the stuffed animal before looking at his face.
I wasn’t going to touch him there. Not yet, that was for sure. I had lines I refused to cross, and touching anyone for the first time without permission wasn’t going to happen.
“You can take care of anyneedsin the bathroom, or the other bedroom.”
He squeaked around the paci, but shook his head again.
“Alight, little one. Go on up while I make sure the doors are locked.”
He did need at least a couple of minutes to calm down. If he didn’t want to deal with his arousal, than so be it. But either way, he needed a moment to hide under the covers.
Simple moments reminded me just how new he was to everything, even with the abuse he suffered for years.
I made sure my steps were heard as I went up the stairs. That way, if he was busy doing something, he wouldn’t be caught off guard.
By the time I got to the bedroom, Oakley was in bed with the covers up to his chin. I could see him clutching them with both hands, his stuffie peeking out at the top.
“All set?” He nodded with a single dip of his head.
Turning off the main light, I flicked on the nightlight I had put in the other day, the one that lit up the room enough to keep the monsters away. Then, I turned on the TV, putting on a movie with wizards and magic before getting comfortable beside the boy.
