Growing like a weed

Welcoming

   Sunlight peaked through the blinds and trickled over my eyes. It's Saturday. The smell of freshly baked cookies wafted into the room, hitting my nose. My eyes softly flutter open as I stretch my body. As I rub the sleep from my eyes, I hear soft footsteps coming from down the hall.

   Tyler slowly peaks his head into the room, smiling at me. "Hi baby boy," his voice is soft and smooth. "How was your nap?" He asks as he walks over to me. "It was okay daddy.." My voice cracks as the words flow out of my mouth. "Daddy made you some cookies for being such a good boy today, would you like some?" He says, brushing the dark hair from my eyes. As I'm pondering the question, as if I didn't already know I would say yes, my eyes slowly move around the room. It has off white colored walls, beautiful paintings and photographs spewed about. There is a desk in the corner, lined with little crystals and a small picture of Tyler and I. It has a cute frame that I made out of felt and glitter. As I'm looking around the room Tyler and I share, I hear a voice trying to coax me out of my dissociation. "Hmm? Would daddy's little boy like a cookie and some juice?" Tyler spoke quietly, pulling my chin softly to look up at him. "Y-Yes please, daddy." I stutter, my cheeks becoming a soft crimson. It always did make me shy when he would speak to me like that. Tyler smiled, picking me up and wrapping my legs around his torso. He walked out of our room into the kitchen, the smell of chocolate chip cookies becoming even more apparent. Tyler walked to my favorite spot on the couch, placing me softly on it. He wrapped my blanket around me and kissed my forehead, then walked back into the kitchen.

   My blanket had cute butterfly's of fuchsia's and blue's scattered all over it. It was my favorite blanket in the entire house, it was just so soft. A few minutes after Tyler had sat me down, he walked in with a plate of 4 cookies, my sippy cup filled with juice in his other hand. He sat next to me softly, sitting the cookies on the table. "Two for daddy, and two for daddy's precious prince. Would you like your apple juice, love?" Tyler spoke, holding my sippy cup out in front of me. "Yes yes yes!" I squealed. I absolutely love apple juice! "Can you say the magic word for me, puppy?" He smirked. He knew the name would always make me blush. My cheeks turned a bright red. "Please daddy?" I whined. He handed it to me and smiled, clearly satisfied with himself for making me blush so hard. I took a small sip while watching Tyler grab the remote and turn on my favorite cartoon, Strawberry Shortcake. This was one of the best Saturday's I've ever had!