Silas kept spoiling Lucien with warm food and sweets, and the omega loved it so much that he went limp and lazy on the bed like a pampered cat.
It helped that Silas refused to let him walk unless it was to stretch or go to the toilet. Even then, the alpha hovered behind him in the bathroom doorway, watching like Lucien was one slippery tile away from a tragic obituary.
It reminded him of visiting his grandpa's house when his Nana was still alive. She used to spoil him to the point of madness, stuffing him with food until he thought he would roll instead of walk.
This was what a vacation was supposed to feel like.
"Here. Eat this pumpkin soup, Lucien. It is warm and it will make you feel comfortable."
Silas appeared with a trolley piled with soup, bread, chamomile tea, and even a small bowl of fruit he had peeled himself.
Lucien set his Nintendo aside and sat up. "Oh wow. It smells so good." He clapped his hands as Silas placed the little table in front of him.
