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LAST night was spent with Luke and Liz didn't even come home. I wonder if she was out getting drunk or was just clearing her mind by doing things I had no idea of.
Who was I to interfere into her own personal life?
It was a Saturday, so I woke up around eight o'clock in the morning to get ready for my day with Luke.
He needed me.
Shifting around in bed for another five minutes, I decided to finally get up and wake the poor boy. The blinds were still close and god forbid the sunlight from entering and burn my eyes.
"Luke..." I shook his shoulders lightly. "Hey, wake up, sweetie. Mum's not at home. We can have fun!"
He whined in his own way and turned around, facing his back to me whilst pulling the sheets closer to his body.
I giggled at his childish behavior, pulling the duvet off of him. "No, Lukey. Time to get up!"
And I pounced on him, straddling his waist from behind as he groaned into the pillow.
"Wake up or have my heavy butt here. You decide, Hemmings."
Luke whined some more and I took that as my cue to get off of him as he sat up on the bed, rubbing the sleep away from his eyes.
"No. Mum's not at home! And it's a Saturday, Luke! Let's get out!"
That brought a cheeky grin to his face and I pulled him out of bed. He stood right behind me - more like towering behind me - as I made the bed and fluffed the pillows.
I surely had my own room. But because of the incident with Liz yesterday, I needed to make sure Luke wasn't hurt throughout the night.
Grabbing his towel off the hanger, I dragged him by the hand into the bathroom and made him sit on the toilet bowl as usual.
"Do you have to pee?" I asked whilst putting toothpaste on his toothbrush before running it once under the cold sink water.
He nodded and I turned around to face the door as he did. Even though I saw him naked every day - because I bathed him and changed his clothes for him and all - he's still shy when it comes to excreting.
"Are you done?"
I turned around and handed him the toothbrush. As he brushed his pearly whites, I made sure that the water in the tub was warm enough for his fragile body.
He tapped my shoulder and I turned around, him showing me his teeth and I laughed. "Yes, Lukey, they're very clean and pretty."
That cheered him up and I put the toothbrush back in its holder while Luke struggled to take off his tee.
"Here," I said as I pulled the material over his head and threw it into the laundry basket (which I had to do.)
I then removed his boxers and piled it with the other clothing before helping him step into the tub.
He slowly sat down and splashed some water at my face.
"Hey!" I splashed it back to him and grabbed his soap. "Make sure you smell nice while I go and brush my own teeth, okay?"
Receiving a nod from the happy boy - he got to play with soap - I walked out the room and into my own bathroom where I brushed my teeth and washed my face.
I'd take a shower later because I hated taking them in the mornings. I examined my features in the mirror, which I regretted doing.
Pulling my goddamn hair into a messy bun on my head, I dashed out of the room and back to Luke.