I picked his shirt up from the floor, turned it right side out, and handed it to him. After he pulled it on, I handed him the rest of his cookie.
“Mmm.” He smiled, as if I handed him a pot of gold.
He stayed sitting between my feet on the floor of my office while he slowly ate the cookie. Ryan needed this quiet time together where he could relax and feel my hand on him. I rubbed on his neck and occasionally stroked his hair.
“How was your workout and run this morning?”
“It was good. I feel better now. Plus, I made you come.” Ryan popped the last bite of his cookie into his mouth and then shrugged. “And I got the last oatmeal raisin cookie.”
I could tell he was still shaking the dream from his mind and that it would fade away more as the day went on.
“You made me feel wonderful this morning, Ryan. Thank you.”
“It was my pleasure.” Ryan mocked one of my many phrases he’d picked up on and grinned at me.
Ryan was pure pleasure.
