89| Good Monster

Amaira's POV

After cooking the pasta, I served it on two plates, but Christian requested that it be served on the same plate as he wanted to share it with me. So as per his request, I put it on a plate, grabbed a fork, slid him down the aisle, and exited the kitchen to feed him in the living room.

"You are not going to tell my mother, na?" He confirmed from me again before going for the food, and I nodded in assurance.

I forced him to sit on the couch but as soon as I sat beside him, he jumped on my lap. My arm snaked around his little body to make him sit securely while I took the plate from the other hand. He couldn't restrain himself because he was hungry, so he attacked the meal. I was sure that the pasta was hot and could burn his tongue, and I realized the same when he began winning. I blew over the morsel as soon as he opened his mouth as it was burning his tongue. He swallowed it down anyhow, bringing out his searing tongue.

"Easy, baby, easy!" As I brought him a glass of c