James pulled his hand from under the latch of the high chair and felt Mayra gently let go of the spoon into his hand. Immediately, James took a massive intake of the oatmeal. Instantly, he began to feel his stomach filling with what felt like miracle matter, sending endorphins all through my body and wanting more instantly. Caught up in the moment, he completely forgot about the thick diaper hugging his rear, the soft fur of the dinosaur onesie teasing his skin with its softness, and this strange-speaking lady making him breakfast and baby-talking me. She rustled his hair again as he devoured the food in a desperate manner, not even taking time to enjoy it for what it was, but for the fact that it made him feel so good and nurtured.
“Ay, despacio,” Mayra laughed as James surprised her, gobbling down every spoonful of oatmeal that he could get his mouth on.