Feed My Affection Novels & Stories

She has Marcus's blue eyes and my dark hair, and she is the most beautiful thing in the world. "Come on, sweetie, open up, ahhh—" Marcus is patiently feeding Julia mashed carrots. She's giggling, getting it all over her face, and he just wipes it away with a gentle smile. Watching them, a warmth fills my heart. This is the life I always wanted. No lies, no betrayal. Just simple, honest love. "Honey," I say, getting up from the sofa. "I'm craving lobster pasta." Marcus turns and smiles at me. "You got it. I'll make it for us tonight."

Now she saw all that in form of Reynold. He sat right beside her and he waited for her to take the first bite. As he was addicted to get a praise first, before he could start eating himself. "It tastes heavenly Reynold! Gosh! I can never get enough of it!" She beamed with so much happiness that half of her tiredness from her face was gone with the smile replacing it. "I'm glad you liked it Mia Cara!" He gave her the affectionate look as she dug in once again.

Jeffrey's excitement was palpable as he stammered in his eagerness, "Mom, guess what? Aunt Clara and I made you breakfast! I told aunt Clara we should prepare your favourite food and we prepared it together. I'm one hundred percent sure that you'll love it." Marisa felt a deep sense of love and pride as she hugged Jeffrey. She was genuinely touched by his considerate actions. Her heart was filled with warmth, and a broad smile crossed her face as she embraced him tightly. It was clear that their love and thoughtfulness extended beyond the simple act of making breakfast.

"Tell you what. I'll get you fries and a milkshake. The fries are comfort food, and the milkshake will calm you down." I didn't think I needed a milkshake to calm down. But I was down for some comfort feeding. "I'm in." "Perfect!!" he exclaimed and led the way. "I can feed myself though," I told Matthew when he tried to feed me, yet another fry. "I know. But I like how it feels. Feeding you." he said as he popped another fry in my mouth. "Everyone is going to think we're in love." "that would not be a bad thing. They thinking it. The Idea being true."

No, just care…a normal affection that comes with friendship. I cannot– will not– love her.

Damien’s hand reached across the table, his fingers stroking mine gently. “Yes. Let’s…eat,” I stammered, pointing toward the food while he tried to feed me. “Seriously?” “Say ah…” he teased, his eyes urging me to open my mouth. “I can feed myself, Damien.” “Not when you’re this distracted,” he replied, his hand still extended patiently. “Damien…” “Scarlet, I love you,” he murmured before feeding me a spoonful of chicken broth and potatoes. “Aren’t you going to eat?” I asked, my eyes darting from the food back to his. From the way he looked at me, I could tell—he was completely in love.

No way could he allow that. “Can you be a little affectionate, grandma? “he muttered and then took his food and began eating “ anyway that loser will not make me starve to death nor will I allow the dog to eat my food. Grandma, you do know that I will never get tired of your cooking?” He complemented earning a kiss from old madam walker.

Wren wasn’t done bothering me. “Can I hug you?” I asked her, who looked at me terrified, even though I only had one intention, and that was to pamper her. “Hug?” she asked, and I felt worse. “Don’t you know what it is?” She shook her head, almost at the same time I finished speaking. “A hug is something we do to show affection.” “Affection?” She kept asking, and this time I was the one who grunted. “It’s when you love someone very much,” I explained.

I wish this moment stop, I can live my whole life in this one moment, I am feeling so many emotions which hard to describe but all of the top I am feeling love, affection, attachment with one most important person in my life, my husband, my mate. ***

The familiar act of sitting side by side felt natural, as if it was meant to be. Throughout the meal, I couldn't resist the urge to feed Calla, wanting to show my care and affection in the simplest of ways. With each bite, I carefully lifted the food to her lips, a gesture that spoke volumes about the tenderness we shared. Calla's response was a mixture of amusement and adoration, and it brought a warmth to my heart.