The adoption (regression)

(20) Nap

MICHEAL POV

I am laser focused on my drawing. I'm trying to draw captain america with the other avengers, but sadly it isn't working out too well with my limited color options.

I hadn't noticed Amelia and Daniel had ordered for me until the food arrived. That's happens to me sometimes though, I get so focused on something that I unintentionally block out the rest of the world.

"Honey, time to put the colors away." Amelia says as a server puts down our food.

"I'm not finished." I try to explain that I can't eat right now, I gotta finish my picture. Amelia said I could make her one and I can't give her a picture half finished.

"I know sweets, but you can finish when you eat." Amelia puts a hand on mine, I guess as a silent way to get me to stop. But she doesn't understand, I wanna finish it now.

"Nooo, finish it now." I look at Daniel but he isn't even paying attention, he's cutting up his food.

"Why do you want to finish it now?" Amelia asks me and I'm taken by surprise, I expected her to tell me to put it away or for her to take it away.

"I-I wanna finish it for you."

"Really? For me?" Amelia asks while pointing at herself, I nod with a blush. "That's really nice Micheal, how about this: you can eat your food and I'll put your picture in my purse so it doesn't accidentally get food on it, then you can keep coloring after you eat and if you don't finish then we can take it home, where you can also color Daniel one if you'd like."

I nod, "Okay." It sounds like a foolproof plan and at home I can have more colors.

Amelia takes up my paper, carefully putting it in her purse, once it is secure I dig into my nuggets. I don't even use silverware, I just use my hands or dip the greedy food into some ketchup.

By the time we finish eating I'm beyond stuffed, and I've long forgotten about the coloring page. All I can do is slump in my chair, forcing my eyes open as a new tiredness floods my body.

DANIEL POV

Micheal looks about ready to fall asleep in his booster. I can't have him falling asleep in the car or he'll never stay down long enough for his nap.

Once the check is paid I go around the table and lift Micheal up, easily unstrapping him from the booster. He doesn't argue as he lays his head on my shoulder.

At the car I open the door for Amelia with one hand while balancing Micheal in my other arm. Then I open the back door and guide Micheal into his chair, buckling his seatbelt securely.

"You gotta stay away for me bunny, I'll get you down for a nap at home. Can you wait that long?" I ask as I buckle him.

"I don't keep a nap, not seepy." With a big yawn to finish off his sentence, Micheal's words are empty.

"Yes of course, your my big boy, you don't need a nap, so you'll stay awake the who drive."

"Yeah, M' big boy." He mumbles still not quite convincing me.

"Yes my big boy." I chuckle before closing the door and going around the car to hop in the drivers seat.

The drive isn't that long, twenty five minutes at the least, but even so Amelia stays half turned in her seat most of the time, making sure Micheal doesn't fall asleep before he needs to.

At home I get Micheal out of the car and take him up to his room. From behind the dresser I pull out a white and blue stripped cushion. It takes seconds to get the small sleeves on the corners to hold it into place, in seconds it turns from a long dresser to a changing table with space for Micheal and the wipes and baby powder.