"Ken, come and eat!"
I heard the sharp, distinct movements of my beloved's feet coming my way.
I placed the two plates on the table as best as I could, and as I did, I felt his right hand on my back as the left slid under my hands, securing the plates properly on the table before they could slip to the floor like they did this morning.
"There you go, baby." He said as he helped me into my chair, bending my waist properly for the chair.
I scooted forward and awaited the food to be fed to me. Ken finished washing his hands and joined me at the table, sitting as close to me as possible,
"Ready?"I nodded as he began feeding me in between bites of his food.
"All done?" He asked as I finished off the last bite he just fed me.
I nodded as I finished chewing, dabbing at the corners of my mouth, before shuffling over to the self-cleaning dishwasher. I followed him upstairs as I sat on the bed with his help. Laying my head on his shoulder, which is all I could do on my own,
"I can't wait for my new accessories to come in, "I sighed as I lifted my stubby hands, looking at them before placing them back down.
"I love you either way, baby." He kissed my nonexistent hands.
