My Broken Family

Chapter 4

Two weeks have come and gone since finding out who Gavin's family is and all I have to say is I don't give a damn about who his family is or how much money they have.

Gavin and I have decided that before we actually have our first date, we are spending time texting, conversing on the phone, facetiming and hanging out together at the park so Milo can play in a safe area.

Today Gavin is meeting Milo and I at the park at 10 a.m. to have a picnic lunch at 11 a.m. and hang out with each other. For some reason I am nervous-excited about this meet up today and I have no reason as to why.

Entering Milo's bedroom to wake him for our day and smiling at the sight before me; Milo is already awake, sitting on the middle of his bed with sleepy eyes that he's rubbing with his left hand while clutching his stuffie and blankie as he sucks his pacifier lazily. His blond hair that really needs a cut soon, is sticking all over the place from his sleep.

"Morning baby boy, how did you sleep?" I coo as I squat down next to him.

"Papa, I seep good," he mumbles around his pacifer. Gathering him in my arms before standing to dress him.

"What do you want to wear to the park today baby boy?" I ask as we enter his closet, which in all reality is almost as big as my master closet.

What can I say, when I researching for places for Milo and I one of the priorities was a master closet and bathroom for myself and a decent size closet for Milo; he has quite a lot of clothes.

"Yike papa," he mumbles as he lies his head on my shoulder as he grabs a fistful of my shirt.

Smiling at him as I find him a long sleeve lavender and black stripped shirt with a solid lavender hood with strings and a pair of black leggings.

Exiting his closet, tossing his clothes on his bed before grabbing a pair of black ankle socks and a pair of Superman underwear.

Placing him on his feet, helping him undress before he insists on dressing himself, so I allow this until he gives me his best puppy dog eyes as he asks for help since he's stuck in his shirt.

Giggling lightly I help him with his shirt and straighten his leggings, yes boys can wear leggings; this wonderfully comfortable piece of clothing is so damn comfortable and I have four pair myself as does Milo.

Leaving his bedrom with his hand in mine while he carries his stuffie and blankie since he seems very tired still this morning. Sitting Milo in his high chair, buckling him in before placing the tray on the chair, I know what he's going to want for breakfast but I still ask, its our routine.

"So baby boy, what would you like for breakfast?" I ask while heading to the cupboard for two of his plastic Superman bowls and his Superman cup.

"Fuit and gogurt!" he cheers waking up more at the prospect of cut of blueberries, strawberries and bannanas with plain yogurt.

"Fruit and yogurt it is then," I say smirking as I grab out the container with precut fruit and the yogurt and dishing it out into his bowls.

Grabbing his Superman fork and spoon after pouring his milk into his cup. Placing his food on his tray, I kiss him on top of his head before gabbing my own bowl of mixed fruit and yogurt and glass of milk and sitting next to him at the table.

"We go park today papa," Milo asks with yogurt around his mouth.

Chuckling at his cutness as I nod and wipe his face with a napkin. "Yes baby, we're meeting Gavin there in a little while and play and then have lunch. Is that okay?"

Milo giggles before eating another piece of fruit. "Yesh, Gvin is nice."

"I'm glad you like Gavin." Milo nods as he finishes off his food and then concentrates on his milk before placing the half full cup on his tray with a smile.