9-Breakfast.
Andy POV.
“Let’s go for breakfast,” he says picking me up, but I wanted to walk, I tried to slip out of his arms, but he wouldn’t let me go, he kept a stronghold on me.
“I want down” I say, trying to wiggle out of his arms again, but he’s not letting me go.
“No, Andy, get used to me holding you” he says in a firm voice, but I don’t want him to hold me.
“But I can walk! You don’t have to carry me” I say with a big pout, but he clearly didn’t like my answer, he turned to me with a big frown.
“Stop talking back to me before I take you over my knee, you’re my baby and I will carry you” he says making me pout, my eyes started to fill up with tears, he can’t really take me over his knee, can he.
He took me toward the same table as yesterday, this time he doesn’t set me down in his lap, I’d prefer to be sitting over his thigh than being set in this stupid special chair, it looked like a high chair, one with too many straps holding me down, finally with a trey set in front of me, could things get any worse. He got me some food on a plastic plate, one that was all divided in the shape of a Mickey Mouse, along with a matching fork. At least I can feed myself this time, even with the embarrassing plate, but I’m hungry, I’ll eat, he added a cup of milk, something I don’t like, so I ignored the cup, eating the eggs and the bacon.
“Drink your milk too Andy” Dante warns me, but I don’t like milk.
“I don’t like milk” I mumble in a low voice, not expecting him to hear me.
“It’s good for you, now drink up” he orders, how did he hear me, I take a small sip from it and gag, icky!
“Uncle Dante! Can I say Hi to the baby! Please!!” a girl voice asks, I turn to see who she is, a girl with cat ears, wearing a princess dress, she was all dolled up, she looks like a doll too.
“Yes, Ari you can, just be careful,” Dante says, be careful with what, I don’t bite, she dragged a chair closer to mine and climbed up on it, she was small in size, just as small as me. Now with the chair’s help, she was face to face with me, she giggled once our face met.
“Hi baby, I’m Ari,” she says offering me a hand making me smile.
“I’m Andy” I answer her taking her hand shaking it back.
“You’re cute” she says making me blush, it’s not fair for her to make me blush.
“Arianna, breakfast” A new guy says making Ari sit correctly on her chair, pushing it toward the table, handing her a sippy cup, it was dark in color, I couldn’t tell what she had in it, she started to drink right away, she didn’t have any other food which was weird.
“Andy” Dante says coming toward me, he held the cup up toward my mouth, I shake my head no, I didn’t want it.
“I no like milk” I tell him with my mouth closed, not daring to risk it.
“It’s good for you, now drink little boy” he warns me, but I didn’t want my milk, I shook my head vigorously no.
“Maybe he wants a sippy cup like Ari’s” the guy who sat Ari down says.
“I don’t think that would help, it’s not the cup” Dante says, he’s smart, it’s not the cup, I hate milk.
“Last warning Andy, if I have to say it again, we’ll have a talk with you over my knee” he says, I felt more tears go down my face, my mother never spanked me growing up, I don’t want to try it now. I held my breath and gulped the whole thing, making faces once it was done, it’s so icky, I don’t like it.
“Good boy” Dante says petting my head, I try to push his hand away, but he didn’t care.
“Papa, I’m done” Arianna says, finally taking the straw out of her mouth, she had some red liquid dripping from the side of her mouth, the guy who must be her papa got a tissue and wiped her mouth clean.
“That’s my good bat” he praises her.
“Papa, I’m a kitten” she says annoyed pointing to her ears, she’s a vampire? Who am I kidding everyone in the room must be a vampire, everyone but me, I’m the pet around here, Dante came back toward me, he wiped my face clean, and took all the straps off finally. Letting me out of the stupid chair, he had to lift me down, it was too high for me to jump down, Ari was down from her chair too, she held my hand now.
“Can we go play?” she asks, I prefer to stay with her over going with “Mr. I’ll carry you all I want.”
“Just keep an eye on him,” Dante says.