Patience, mi amor,” she cooed softly as she gently wipes his face clean with the wet corners of the dishtowel. Once the mess was removed, she unlatched the tray, let him up, and with a gentle pat on his crinkling bottom, sent him scampering off to the living room while she cleaned up the kitchen.
James felt his cheeks turn red as Mayra patted my butt, insanely cushioned from the layers over him, but blushing from the action alone. Feeling free and satisfied, James thought “what now?” He was used to not being out of Ellen’s sight in general, except for when he was sleeping in the crib. He wandered awkwardly into the living room before spotting the door but a few paces away. Looking behind him, he waddled to the door, a sense of freedom in my heart, but with a leaping hop, he still couldn’t reach the doorknob and it appeared to be locked anyways.