Let Sarah feed you.

You open your mouth and accept the food.

"Good boy." She quickly readies another mouthful.

It's awkward and embarrassing to have something so basic done for you but also weirdly nice.

Sometimes you and Sarah aren't totally coordinated and she ends up dropping food on your bib or smearing it across your face and by the time you finish the meal, you are quite a mess.

Sarah wets a teatowel and uses it to clean up your face, saying "I think there's a cute little boy somewhere under all this sauce."

After you're cleaned up, she fills up the baby bottle with milk and leads you to the sofa. Sitting, she pats her lap and says. "Lay down with your head here."

You do as she says and she holds the bottle to your lips. As you begin to drink the milk from it, she gently runs her fingers through your hair. You don't think you've ever felt so safe and loved.

When you have finished the bottle, Sarah places it aside but keeps playing with your hair. You close your eyes, enjoying the attention but a growing need to pee threatens your relaxation.