After his parents left, I walked back into the house with Brahms. I went into the kitchen and made some breakfast as it was still morning. I made cheesy hash browns and scrambled eggs with bacon. I ate in the music room. I wanted to find all the stuff that he liked so I knew what to play for him. When I went back to the kitchen, his plate was empty and a small smudge of ketchup on his cheek. I wiped it off gently and cleaned the dishes. I picked Brahms up gently and took him to the music room. I picked out a record labelled "Brahms favourite" and played it for him at a loud volume.

(Dinner that night)
I decided to make macaroni cheese for both of us. "I hope you like this brahmsie. I love it" I stated. I began to cook the pasta and heat the cream and cheese for the sauce. Once it was ready I put Brahms' in a bowl and mine on a plate. I ate in the music room again. Brahms is shy around me with food. So I left him to his own devices. When I went back in to put him to bed his plate was empty. I smiled. "Was that nice? If so there's more in the pot. I'll put it in the fridge and if you get hungry during the night you just microwave it ok?" I stated sweetly. After storing the left overs and put them in the fridge, I picked Brahms up and took him to his room on the second floor. "Ok Brahmsie. Let's get you to bed. I'm tired too. So if I'm forgetful about something you just remind me, ok" informed. I dressed him in pyjamas and read a few chapters of Enid blyton's the far away tree stories. I put the book down and went to leave. "Kiss" a small voice said. I looked at Brahms. "Did I forget something?" I asked. "Kisses" He said again. "Oh. Right. Sorry sweetie. I totally forgot" I whispered. I bent down and kissed his cheek. "Goodnight Brahms. If you wanna speak to me again. Why don't you leave little notes around the house for me" I suggested. I closed the door and went to my room. After locking the door, I got into my pjs and climbed under the covers.