The adoption (regression)

(19) Restaurant

MICHEAL POV

Church took forever.

I couldn't pay attention to the balding preacher no matter how hard I tried. Amelia's arm stayed around me and I was silently grateful to be able to cuddle into her. She even stayed sitting when everyone else stood for a prayer or something.

Now we're back in the car and I can't be happier. We get to go home! Amelia had held my hand all the way back to the car, lifting me up into my car seat and buckling me in. I had blushed as her flowery perfume got in my nose, I could have done it myself.

I lean into my seat, it really is quite comfortable, and take a sip out of my now warm apple juice. It doesn't taste that good but it was something.

I expect us to turn left going back the way we came, but instead Daniel has us going right. Maybe he's turning us around? After a while of going in the same direction I assume we are going a different way to get home. When we pull into a parking lot I am thoroughly confused.

"Where are we?" I look around a little bit to see a half full dirt parking lot but from where we are I can't see what the building is.

"We're having lunch, sorry we didn't ask if you wanted to stay out sweetie." Amelia turns in her seat in front of me to talk.

"We can head home if you would like, and I can cook is up something." Daniel says before I can begin to process that they would have asked for my opinion.

"N-no, it's okay." I feel bad that they already drove out here, it wouldn't be fair to make them turn around just for me. With a curt nod Daniel shuts off the car and gets out. Per usual he goes around the car and opens the door for Amelia. While he's doing that I successfully unbuckle myself, a brief feeling of accomplishment goes through me before I bash it away. I shouldn't be happy that I could unbuckle a seatbelt, everyone can do it.

Daniel opens my door too and I climb out, Amelia taking one of my hands in hers. The chirp of the car locking fills my ears as we walk away but that is not the only thing my body senses. After the long sermon and the drive here my bladder is feeling the apple juices from this morning. It takes almost everything in me not to cross my legs and do a potty dance like a toddler as the need gets more urgent.

We make it into the restaurant, what looks to be of mexican cuisine. Inside the smells of delicious food fill my nose, waiters walk by with drinks or food in their hands.

"Table for 3." Daniel says to a lady behind a reception desk.

"Would you like a coloring book for the little boy?" The lady asks Daniel and I can't help my eyebrows furrowing. Did I really look that young?

Right now it didn't matter, what mattered was making it to a restroom. I pull on Amelia's hand, "I gotta go potty."

"Can you hold it till we get to our table?" I thought for a second but with a shake of my head I decide to take the safe route. "Okay sweets. We'll find you babe." Amelia says to Daniel before taking me in the opposite direction of where the hostess was walking to.

We walk quickly and soon we are going through a door of a stall. It didn't take much for me to realize the other woman in the bathroom as well as the lack of urinals, Amelia took me into the woman's bathroom.

"I'm a boy, I can't be in here." I try to reason with her as she locks the stall door behind us.

"Yes you can, you're with me, and as a woman I surly cannot go into the men's room."

"But—" I can't really argue with her logic, but still I'm a boy I shouldn't be in here. Right?

"Use the potty, we'll be quick, no one will even notice I promise." Amelia reassures me and even though I want to do what she says my body still hesitates. "It'll be okay Micheal, trust me."