Published: November 6th 2021, 8:14:06 am
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"Yeah, I m-mean... If you're not already planning something with your family..." said Robbie. He hoped Daddy would be able to come, since he always had such a hard time with family gatherings.
"Nah," said Colt. "My little brothers all have a life of their own, though they sometimes visit. My cousins too," he said, with a wink. Robbie blushed. Those had to be the bedwetting cousins that Colt had mentioned before.
"You look like you've got something blushy on your mind," said Colt with a grin. "Are you looking forward to meeting them? I know they're looking forward to meeting you." This just made Robbie more bashful.
"I don't know... I'm kinda shy around new people... old people too, to be honest..."
Colt smiled. "I know, and it's adorable! Okay, mister blushy pants. Let's finish our workout and then we can get cleaned up, have lunch, and talk about Thanksgiving." Robbie nodded. That sounded good to him.
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Soon Robbie was sitting in his high chair, drinking a veggie smoothie from a sippy cup while Colt grilled some lean chicken breast and fixed up a quick greek salad.
"This is pretty big boy food for a lil guy like you, but we gotta eat right after a workout!" Robbie had never been a big fan of salad, but thanks to Colt's cooking skills, he now looked forward to it. His little tummy liked it too, and thanked him by halting all the tummy aches he used to get from all his junk food.
"Here you are. Bon apetit," said Colt, setting the two plates down - one on the tray and one on the table.
"Hey, that doesn't sound like Greek to me, Daddy,"
"Gosh, you're right. I'll have to look that one up!"
Before Robbie could touch his salad, Colt was going around his neck with the bib and tying it securely. He then picked up his fork and took up some lettuce.
"It's cute that you still think you're gonna feed yourself. When was the last time I let you do that?" Robbie blushed and put both his hands into his lap, squeezing them between his legs and turning his blushy face into his shoulder.
"Face forward, baby boy," said Colt, gently cupping Robbie's chin and bringing it forward. Robbie didn't resist. He just opened his mouth, looking into Colt's eyes as he took his first bite.
"Mmm!" he said, forgetting his shyness as soon as the deliciously seasoned salad hit his tongue.
"Do you like it, baby boy?"
"NI Lum Im!" said Robbie, as he chewed.
"No talking with your mouth full, little dude," said Colt, ruffling Robbie's hair.
"Norry..."
"That's two," said Colt.
Once Robbie was fed, it was Colt's turn to eat. Robbie got to just sit in the high chair til Daddy let him out. And if he had to use the potty? Well, he was wearing it. Colt grinned as Robbie shifted uncomfortably and let out a little whimper before a yellow spot appeared on the front of his diaper, spreading around the strap between his legs. He loved to see his boy using his diapers like he should.
"Didn't even complain. Such a good boy."
"Daddyyyy," said Robbie, blushing once more. It was easy to make him blush. After a few minutes Robbie got bored. "Can I have my phone back? I wanna play games."
"Not until we talk about Thanksgiving, kiddo."
"Aww! When are we gonna talk about thanksgiving?"
"As soon as I finish my meal," said Colt. "The less questions, the faster I finish..."
"Oh," said Robbie, shutting his mouth. He did his best to sit still but a minute later he was fidgeting again. "So what did you want to talk about?" he asked. Colt just looked at him. Then, he grabbed a silicone ring from the table and handed it to Robbie.
"Chew on this, kiddo."
Robbie took the ring and began chewing on it, looking abashed. He liked his teether, but it did make him feel pretty darn babyish. Normally that wouldn't be a problem but after talking with his mom, he was having a hard time getting into the baby headspace. It was as if her voice had flipped a switch and all his insecurities had returned full force.
Colt finished the last bite of his salad, put away the dishes, and dabbed Robbie's face. Then he took the tray off the high chair and helped Robbie down.
"Come on, baby boy," he said, leading Robbie to the sink and washing his hands as well as Robbie's. "All clean yay! Ready to sit in Daddy's lap and talk about Thanksgiving?"
"Yeah!"