Grandma's Boy Part 1 Growing Boys Have Big Appetites

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Tom sighed. His parents had finally left. He had moved out. He was a college man now. He should have been feeling on top of the world.

But the fact of the matter was, as independent as he felt, he was living with his grandmother.

Not exactly going to draw the ladies in, is it? He thought to himself, but he didn't have much choice. Rent was insane in the city, and his grandma had a nice big house near the college.

At least I get my space. Tom thought, looking around the big room. His grandma's house was big and spacious, and she'd been very generous in giving Tom his own private apartment of sorts. He had a big bedroom and a living area with kitchenette, his own bathroom, and even a small office. It had its own entrance too.

It had previously been the living quarters of the household help, so although it had a door into the rest of the house, it was kind of separate from it as well. And Nanny promised she'd give me my own space. He remembered. That she'd treat this as if it was my own apartment. He just hoped it was true.

When his cell rang he picked it up in resignation. "Hi, Nanny." He said, hoping she wasn't going to be calling all the time.

"Hi, Tom, sorry to bother you." Nanny said. "I thought you might be hungry after your busy day. I had the cook make something for you. If you'd like I can get it set up in the dining room, or sent to your apartment...?"

Tom smiled, first because he actually was hungry, and second because he liked that his Nan had referred to it as his apartment. "Sure, Nanny, I can come up."

"Wonderful, Tom. I'll see you in a few minutes." Tom clicked his phone off and smiled again. He really did appreciate the apartment. His stomach growled. And the offer of food.

When he made it to the dining room, Tom was glad to see a much wider spread than his grandma usually ate. I'm starving. He realized, sitting down. But this is way too much food.

"So, I imagine you're looking forward to having your own space." Nanny said after they'd eaten, nodding to the maid to get her to add more to Tom's plate. "I don't want to infringe on your independence, but I want you to feel at home here, Tom. The cook can make you whatever you want, whenever you want, and you can eat up here or in your room."

Tom shook his head as he began eating. "Oh, it's okay, Nan. You don't need to—"

"Nonsense." Nanny said, smiling at him. "You're my only grandson and I'm so glad to have you here. Besides, I know growing boys have big appetites."

Tom wanted to deny it, but already he'd made an impressive dent in the food provided.

"And you know grandmas love spoiling their little boys."

Tom had to smile as the maid brought out dessert. Tom was six four with a solid build and a bit on the chubby side. "There's not much little about me, Nan." He laughed. "But I don't mind getting a little spoiled."

Nan laughed as well and took a sip of her tea. "I'm sure the cook will get a feel for the types and amounts of food you like, but if you have any preferences, please let her know." She glanced at her sparse plate. "I think she's looking forward to having someone around who will eat a little more than I usually do."

Tom laughed and touched his full stomach. "Well, no problem there." He said, feeling slightly embarrassed by his appetite.

"Good." Nanny said, a twinkle in her eye. "And if you're okay with it, I'll have the maid stock your fridge and cupboards when you're out." Tom nodded, wondering if the benefit of not having to shop would outweigh the potential issue of having the maid enter his room regularly.

"And there's a dumb waiter in your room," His grandma went on. "So you might find some hidden treats in there when you're studying."

Maybe this won't be so bad. Tom thought, accepting a second helping of dessert. It was rich and delicious, like everything else had been, and by the time Tom was done he felt like he needed to be rolled back to his apartment.

"Thanks, Nanny." He said when he got to his feet. He gave her a peck on the cheek. "The food was amazing, and I really appreciate you letting me stay here."

"You're welcome, Tom." His grandma said, patting his arm. "Now, make sure you get lots of sleep tonight. You have a big day tomorrow."

Tom smiled and went back to his apartment, feeling full and content. It was still early though, so he didn't turn in, choosing to explore his new pad instead.

Nice. He thought, checking all of his cupboards. Every cupboard had been well stocked with his favourite snack foods. Chocolate bars, cookies, chips, snack cakes—it looked as if someone had raided Costco, and Tom suspected it would make studying a lot more fun. The fridge was similarly stocked with a variety of food and sodas and even some beer, although he wasn't quite nineteen yet.

Finally, he opened the dumb waiter, and he wasn't disappointed. In it was a big, delicious looking cake, obviously made by the cook, and under a big glass dome. There were a couple boxes of candies beside it, and a note. 'Welcome, Tom. I hope you'll enjoy your new independence—and a little indulgence by your old Nan.'

Tom smiled. Although he was already stuffed from dinner and dessert, he couldn't resist the cake. He put it on his counter and cut a big slice. This isn't too bad. He admitted to himself, thinking about his new living situation. A guy could get used to this.

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