Kasper's Prince Charming

Chapter 17 - Flying Home

"Today? For reals?" I asked with excitement as the four of us had breakfast around the dining table in the suite.

"Yes Kasper, we will leave in a few hours." Mr. Hamad sipped his black tea and checked work messages on his phone without looking up.

"Finally! I'm over this place," Ali said as he munched on his breakfast plate.

"I have to pack. You bought me so many clothes. I don't even have a bag for them! And Taj! I have to say goodbye to him!" I set down my fork and started thinking about all the things I would need to do.

"Finish your breakfast. You've hardly eaten this week and you're losing weight. You don't need to lose weight. You're already so small, Kasper." Mr. Hamad set down his phone and nudged my plate towards me.

"Yes sir," I said and worked through the small pile of eggs and toast.

I ate it all, even the cup of fruit and yogurt with granola. I gulped down my green tea and waited for Mr. Hamad to finish.

No one left the table with them until Mr. Hamad excused them. It was an unspoken rule in this family. I was learning them. I bounced my leg with nervous energy and waited for his signal.

"Kasper, don't get so worked up. The resort staff will be here shortly to pack everything. They'll bring the luggage Emi purchased for you. The jet will take us home when we are ready. There is nothing to worry about. I know Amir is anxious to have you back. We will be there in good time," Mr. Hamad assured as he laughed at my energetic frenzy.

The staff showed up just as Mr. Hamad was finishing his last bite of breakfast. It was my turn to set the dishes outside the suite. Ali was grateful that I was included in the chores. I stacked up the plates and the silver lids.

I put everything nicely on the tray and then carried it over to the door. Mr. Hamad opened it for me and I set it down in the hall. There was a service worker there dusting a marble table in the hallway. He came to take the tray before I could set it down.

The packers put all our things into the bags as Emerson directed them. Everything was folded with perfect corners, the suits were hung in elaborate bags. Everything would make it to Satra in peak condition.

I followed Emerson around pretending to help as he directed. I really didn't know what to do with myself here and it felt awkward to just sit down when people were working.

He caught on to me though and sent me to brush my teeth so they could pack up the bathroom.

It was so sad seeing everything by the door waiting for the guy with the cart who would take it to a truck for delivery to the jet. I sat on the floor and looked around the suite. It had been a home and now it looked like any other luxury suite, not that I'd ever seen another one.

"I can't believe we're leaving... this feels like home," I said, realizing that I'd only been here for ten days. But still, my world had been rocked, this was home.

"Kasper, you're sad about the room?" Mr. Hamad asked incredulously.

He came over to squat next to where I sat on the floor holding my tablet. He looked like he wanted to laugh, but also didn't want to offend me.

"Oh, sweet boy. This is nothing. You will love our family compound. You will have a room of your own in our house. I added on a room a few years back for a home office. The staff has already moved my things into another room and turned it into a bedroom for you. You will love it. I promise. Don't be sad for this, my heart." Mr. Hamad put his hands under my armpits and lifted me up to my knees so he could hug me against his chest.