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It was the very first week of fall.
That means back to school for me, things went rather smoothly. Oliver of course went with me. He sat in the little office connected to my class room. He curled up in a big roller chair with a blanket and watched some tv shows I recorded for him.
However while my students worked I sat in my desk chair making journal entries about him, even little sketches.
Journal entry 13:
September 15th, 2015.
This morning when we woke up He said something that impacted me so much that I nearly fell into tears, not of fear or disappointment or anything in that nature just how the words came from his lips. It was precious.
How he said "I love you."
It warmed me so much.
I think today I'll talk to him about taking a trip to a pumpkin patch.
As class ended I walked into the little office he was asleep.
I kissed his forehead.
Sleepy little bug.
He slowly opened his eyes and smiled.
"Goodmorning, professor. "
He clung to me and he carefully wiggled his way to latch onto my back. He locked his legs around my waist and I laughed.
"You're so silly. " I chimed.
I packed up the Blanket and the Laptop and slung it over my shoulder, he was still securely wrapped around me. I squeezed his slippered feet and closed up the class room.
"What do you wanna do today, Oliver?"
He smiled against my skin on my back.
I felt him shrug.
"Let's go to the store... I think I want to try pants." He said unsure.
"You sure, baby?" I rubbed his arm .
"I'll give it a try. I can't wear shorts forever."
I nodded .
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He tried on all types of pants. He wasn't really feeling them.
So I suggested those jogger pants.
His big eyes lit up "Austin, I love these! They're so warm and comfortable. Can I please have them?"
He looked so cute.
"Baby. You can get whatever you want. We need to get you a sweater. Fall is approaching and I don't need you freezing your buns off on my watch." He blushed and came back to the cart with the pants.
"I appreciate this so much. Your kindness is beyond amazing." He leaned his head on my shoulder.
I rubbed his back "Your my little moose, of course I'd do anything for you. Matter of fact we will get you a pair in black, red, and grey."
He kissed my shoulder.
"Thank you." He held my hand and clung to my arm.
We ended up getting him a few sweaters and some black ugg boots to keep his feets warm.
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At home He folded all of his thing and put them away in our dresser. He made me a very nice dinner that consisted of pistachio pudding. (His favorite.)
As we layed in bed together and talked he shut the tv off and layed with his chest pressed to mine.
"When I'm this close to your chest I can feel your emotions and read your thoughts. " he smiled to me.
"Oh yeah? What am I thinking right now? "
I winked.
He scooted his face closer to mine and the tips of our noses touched.
"You're thinking of kissing me, right now." He locked his fingers in mine
"You're right, moose." I rubbed my nose on his.
"What are you doing? Aren't you going to kiss me, you do-" I cut him off by crashing my lips into his like a tidal wave.
Our first actual kiss.
I pulled away and he peered into my soul with those big round black eyes.
"I love you. " He said pressing his chest to my head . He let out a deep breath.
"I love you too, peanut, " I felt the tension under his skin loosen.
We layed like that for what seemed like forever.
"Do you wanna go on a little trip tomorrow?" My words were muffled because my face was still pressed into him.
"Of course."
