Chapter 5: To Love and to Cherish
"Hey, Stewie. My name is David."
The child looked over at the the stranger that had so rudely decided he could join him by his side without a proper invitation. He gave the man a warning glare before turning back towards the blocks that were around him. The baby began stacking them, not uttering a single word as he went about his task. Most people would have taken the hint, so Stewie was a bit surprised when…
What did he say his name was? Daniel?
The infant shrugged. It didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was that this nuisance was still here?
"Ahem…"
Stewie rolled his eyes.
Aaaaaand, now he's clearing his throat.
"Are you ok?"
Stewie just continued to stack one block onto another. After a minute, he had a pretty tall and sturdy tower forming, child's play for someone with an ingenious engineering mind such as his.
"Stewie?"
The boy went tense as agitation began to set in. This man was obviously more stubborn than he thought. He exhaled a sharp breath, trying his best to keep calm. There was really no sense in making a scene just because this moron had boundary issues.
"Why don't you play with the other kids? Surely that would be a lot more fun than playing by yourself, wouldn't it?"
The baby exhaled again, resigning himself to the fact that this man was not going to go away until he engaged with him. The boy looked away from his blocks and focused his attention on the current thorn in his side.
He met his eyes before he could respond, something stopping him, catching his attention. The way this man was looking at him was...different, at least different when compared to the other teachers and volunteers that he had encountered all throughout his short life. He didn't seem to be as patronizing as the others. There wasn't that misplaced sense of superiority that he usually saw when interacting with adults. No, there was something more...genuine? Was that the right word? A genuine curiosity. A genuine...concern.
Oh, god…
The child suddenly felt a tad self-conscious. He had to wonder just how much of a wreck he must have looked right now to spark such a concerned expression from a total stranger. This man wore a smile, sure, but Stewie could read people. Their eyes always told him everything he needed to know…
Well, except for one person…
"Come on. You can talk to me. That's what I'm here for. Tell David what's going on, buddy."
David…
Daniel had been close enough, he supposed.
The man was extending a hand towards him, now.
"Want me to walk you over there with the other kids?"
The child stared at David's hand for a second before shaking his head and speaking rather softly.
"I don't...like...the other kids."
He knew what was coming next, a short lecture on how he needed to learn to get along with others. He braced himself for it, but...instead of the usual spiel he was used to hearing, he heard something else.
David hummed, and Stewie immediately realized it was a hum of...understanding. This man wasn't going to scold him for not playing with everyone else. This man was actually going to...listen.
He watched as the adult reached up to adjust his glasses, still smiling at him, though, now that smile was a bit more awkward than confident.
Then, there was just silence, a silence that Stewie actually didn't find all that uncomfortable. He eventually turned back to work on his tower. All the while, David just continued to sit there and watch him attentively.
Stewie didn't mind, though. A part of him wanted to see if he could impress this man with his advanced understanding of architecture.
So, with less reluctance than he had earlier, he allowed David the honor of joining him on the floor so he could better take in his great work. He found himself glancing over at the man every other minute or so just to see if he was appropriately amazed, and once again, Stewie was able to read him clear as day. Oh, David was impressed alright. Stewie could see that this man was slowly beginning to realize that he was sitting next to someone very special indeed.
Good. He's not a complete moron, then.
This went on for sometime until Stewie saw the man shift his position. He stopped building and watched as David grabbed a few blocks of his own.
"Wow! Good job, Stewie! That's quite the impressive tower you've got going there!"
Stewie almost smiled...almost. He couldn't risk showing too much weakness. ...Not yet anyway.
Besides he was much more focused on the sudden confusion he was experiencing as he watched this man gather up a decent portion of his blocks.
What the devil is he up to?
It all became clear when David began to construct, what appeared to be, a tower of his own.
This only puzzled Stewie all more.
I didn't say… I didn't ask him to join me.
Yet, here this man was, playing along, determined to take a part in an activity that Stewie had been set on performing solo.
The child tilted his head slightly as he watched. This guy was off to a decent enough start he supposed. He looked from the small tower back to the man constructing it.
David was smirking at him.
"Wanna see if I can build a taller one? Bet you I can."
He laughed, but it wasn't a mocking laugh. It was actually a pretty pleasant sound. This crazy character was just looking to have a little fun with him, and honestly, how could Stewie ever fault anyone for wanting to be around him?
He was fabulous, after all.
Stewie continued to watch David build for a few more moments before determining that the man wasn't completely out of his depth. The tower was by no means shoddily constructed, even if the overall design was fairly pedestrian. Then again, the challenge hadn't been to see who could build the grandest looking tower, though, had it? No, David had specifically said that he could build a taller tower than his young charge.
At this, Stewie did finally smile. It was a cocky smile, though. This man was more than welcome to try and outdo him. He was never one to back down from some good, old fashioned competition, and even if he knew that, more than likely, he could very easily best this oddly enthusiastic adult man, Stewie was ready to accept his challenge.
The child set his sights on the remaining blocks and began snatching them up so that David would have less material to work with, a snicker flowing out of him as he began quickly rethinking his design, trying to decide how to best optimize the blocks he currently possessed in order to achieve the most height possible.
It ended up being the most fun he'd had in a long time.
By the time lunch rolled around, David felt he had gotten a good grip on how the teacher and other volunteers handled the kids. He was also coming to realize that Stewie more or less isolated himself at all times. So when it was snack time, giving the adults a small break to talk amongst themselves, David was wondering just how Stewie was going to handle this free time.
If he played alone each day, chances were he ate alone as well.
David did sit with the rest of the adults, his kids sitting beside him since he had to prep their food, but his eyes wandered a little until they met Stewie. From there, he kept a steady eyesight on the boy.
He found he couldn't help it. Stewie was just so...he wasn't sure, there was something about him that David couldn't put his finger on. It was almost spellbinding, the way the boy already had such a strong hold on him.
Stewie was sitting in the very same spot he had before, eyeing the small baby blue container before him with vexing eyes. Though he appeared as though he wanted to eat what was in front of him; David could see desperation written on Stewie's face. It was clear as day as he played with the small teddy bear printed spoon.
The man even watched the boy attempt to eat a small amount of his food, but immediately pulled the utensil away. He looked quite upset; he even looked pale for a brief moment.
David soon finished prepping his own kid's lunch before he excused himself from the table so he could see if perhaps he could get Stewie to eat. After all, the poor thing looked hungry.
"Stewie? Aren't you hungry?"
Stewie looked up at David, frowning miserably before he looked back to the food before him. David realized then that it was rice pudding that Stewie had in his container. He grinned a little and sat down beside the small boy, practically towering over him while he kept eye contact with him.
"Don't you want to eat your food?"
"..."
Stewie lowered his head, nodding without saying a word. The truth was, he wanted to eat. He was hungry, he was absolutely hungry for anything at this point, but no matter how hard he tried to keep anything down, the nausea just kept him away from anything. The very sight of food, the smell of food...it made him want to throw up and it usually never failed.
David's smile was slowly disappearing. Seeing Stewie so distraught over having to eat something as simple as rice pudding was incredibly depressing. So the man reached and gently began to stir the boy's food, leaning a little close so it was only Stewie that could hear him.
"You know...rice pudding is one of my favorites."
Stewie gently arched his head up, now noticing just how close David was to him. Their noses were almost touching...and Stewie could smell the man's cologne. It reminded him of Brian...in a way. Though the boy didn't know if he should find that comforting or not, he found himself leaning in a little more to take in that scent. It was...as if Brian were right there. Stewie almost closed his eyes, he almost smothered his face against David's shirt until he felt the man shift before him and he chuckled.
"So, let's try eating just one bite, okay?"
Stewie's eyes snapped open and he pulled himself away slowly, tears filling the corners of his eyes, but he fought them back hard.
The boy shook his head, then.
"Come on, Stewie...just eat a little bit. You'll feel better."
David was persistent. Him stirring the food until it was all mixed perfectly and then pushing the container a little closer to Stewie so the boy could handle the spoon alone.
Wait…
David wasn't…
David wasn't holding the spoon out towards the boy's mouth. No, he...trusted that Stewie could feed himself. He could handle that himself. David already saw the potential in the boy and he knew how clever he was, how special he was, how magnificent he was.
Immediately, Stewie felt gratification. He felt as though David weren't mocking him, he was treating the boy how he wished to be treated; like a peer.
Though that didn't mean the food before him looked anymore appetizing than it did earlier. Stewie just looked on, mouth watering...but stomach curdling loudly. The nausea was getting worse, but he fought against it. He didn't want to vomit in front of David. If he were going to be forced to eat...he could run to the restroom and throw up there. For now...he needed to appease this man.
Whatever to get him off his back.
So Stewie gently took his spoon like he had before, putting a small amount of rice there. It made him dizzy to think that this would be the first time he'd eaten anything really substantial. For the past few weeks, his diet consisted of mostly water...juice if he could stomach it and maybe a little bit of oatmeal. Most of the time, he'd throw that up as well.
It was disgusting.
Though what really made the situation worse was Stewie actually growing used to spending most of his time in the bathroom, hugging the toilet seat. Yeah...what a life, it was truly horrendous.
He took a deep, deep breath...knowing David was watching with intensive eyes.
God...stop looking at me…
Stewie slowly brought the spoon to his lips, opening his mouth while he tightly shut his eyes.
He was scared.
Food was becoming a fear for him. The idea of eating terrifying now.
He closed his mouth around the spoon, letting his tongue touch the pudding. Almost immediately, he was stunned by how sweet it was and the texture as well. It was...soft...and almost slimy; though not grotesque.
He waited…before he began to chew.
He waited for the inevitable.
He waited for the nausea to spring upon him and he knew he'd run off to the restroom.
Fortunately...none of that happened.
Stewie opened his eyes and he began to chew, tasting the pudding extensively. It was delicious and the best part was...there was no nausea, there was no stomach pain. He was actually eating something.
He looked up at David, eyes wide and disbelieving like this man had done some extraordinary deed for him. The boy was actually eating and he wasn't queasy.
Alarm bells went off; his mind screaming to eat and Stewie quickly went to shovel the pudding into his mouth. His heart racing and his mouth salivating so much that he was sure saliva was dripping from the corners of his mouth.
It must have appeared as though food were scarce in the Griffin home; the way the boy was eating his food, greedily scarfing it all down as though he believed David was going to snatch it from him.
The very sight must have been god awful to witness, but David never grimaced. If anything, he looked concerned and quickly went to place a hand behind Stewie's back. "Whoa, whoa! Slow down, Stewie. You'll get sick if you eat that fast."
Stewie felt tickled to death, mentally so to speak. If only David knew.
Not that it was his business.
The boy only kept eating, chewing, swallowing, and repeating. He did this several times before he had completely eaten everything Lois packed for him.
Then something inside of him seemed to awaken, like the state of his impending darkness was being lifted off his shoulders and he felt himself seize what seemed to be a clear consciousness. He didn't feel foggy, he didn't feel heavy. He felt...better.
He breathed easily, taking a moment to indulge in this peace that he hadn't felt in so long. The mental clarity of knowing he could eat was so satisfying and relieving, the burden had finally been lifted and he had no one else to thank...but David.
Stewie faced the man, big smile on his face...genuine happiness and gratefulness as clear as day. He would be okay now...he truly felt it. He would be okay because he had David now.
David…
Nothing needed to be said. The man must have seen it; the way Stewie just beamed. It was quite the incredible sight.
The end of the day came quickly after that, too quickly for Stewie's liking. He was honestly having one of the best days he'd had in a good long while, and he wasn't looking forward to parting ways with the one person who had made that possible.
He didn't want to dwell on that, though, instead deciding to focus on the last few minutes he had with the man as they both awaited his mother's arrival. For the longest time, Brian had been the one who always picked him up, and for an even longer time, he had preferred it that way. Now, though...the thought of being stuck in the car with Brian was almost unbearable, especially today. He was in such a decent mood, right now. He didn't need the dog's presence to screw all that up.
The child felt a sudden pain in his chest as he continued to think about the dog. It was the most he had thought about Brian all day, so far, an incredible feat, to be sure, since his mind was usually on the canine at all times, waking or otherwise.
It had been such a nice break…
He shook his head.
No, he didn't need to think about that mutt, right now. Lois would be here soon, and he wanted to enjoy this remaining time he had with his new...friend?
He looked over at the man.
Was David his friend?
He hadn't really said anything since they'd both walked out here, leaving his kids inside to go about their preschool business. The silence was rather pleasant, though.
Comfortable.
Stewie found he was beginning to feel self-conscious again, though, as he stared at the latest volunteer at his preschool. He began fiddling with his fingers, wondering if he should say something.
God, it was the most like an actual toddler he had felt in ages, and he wasn't sure if that was a bad or good thing…
Either way, he was pretty sure of one thing.
This guy isn't all that bad.
"Is your mom usually late?"
Stewie snapped out of his thoughts as he quickly answered the question with a nod and a sigh.
"She is. She had someone else coming to get me for a while, but he stopped doing that not too long ago."
The man nodded in understanding as he turned more towards the boy.
It looked like David had a question on his mind, but if that was the case, he was refusing to give voice to it. Instead, the man leaned over and adjusted his backpack a bit so that it was resting on both shoulders instead of just the one that Stewie had it slung over prior. A small gesture to be sure.
...Like Brian used to do…
Stewie shook his head again.
Stop it, Stewart. Not now. Not here.
He didn't have much more time to fight with himself about it. Within the next few seconds, Lois's car could be seen pulling up to the preschool. Stewie nudged his head in her direction.
"That would be my attentive, punctual mother."
The man chuckled, a deep resounding sound, as he helped Stewie up and began walking with him to the car. Once there, he opened the door and helped Stewie up and into his car seat. As he was strapping the boy in, Lois spoke up.
"Well, hello there! You're new!"
Stewie rolled his eyes.
Pleeeeease don't make this awkward…
The man just chuckled again, though, nodding his head as he looked up to smile at the woman.
"Yes, I'm one of the volunteers here. Today was my first day."
Lois nodded before frowning slightly as she looked over at her son.
"Was he...a good boy…?"
David went to answer but was cut off.
"Because I know my little Stewie can be a handful."
She laughed nervously.
"Seems a little unfair to expect the new guy to deal with him."
David looked at her with a puzzled expression for a moment before smiling big and nodding his head enthusiastically.
"This little guy? Really?"
He gave Stewie a playful slug on the arm, to which Stewie couldn't help but to smile, a blush infusing his cheeks as he rubbed the area David had touched.
"He was perfect, ma'am. We got along just fine! Didn't we, Stewie?"
David had turned to address him, so Stewie moved his head to meet his gaze as he smiled softly and nodded his head.
Ok. He isn't really bad at all.
Lois's voice seemed to rise in pitch as she sighed in relief.
"Well, that's great to hear!"
She smiled over at her son before turning back to the man.
"So, you'll be here tomorrow, too?"
David nodded, grinning as he replied.
"I'll be here every day! I wouldn't miss a chance to be with ole Stewie here!"
He turned his grin towards the baby then, earning a small giggle from him.
"Wonderful! I'm sure my sweet baby will be very happy to see his new friend again."
David nodded one more time before pushing himself up and out of the car.
"And I'll be very happy to see him."
He waved at them both, though his attention was directed towards Stewie.
"Bye, you two! Have a wonderful rest of your day."
And with that, the man shut the door securely before turning to head back into the building to no doubt retrieve his own kids.
Stewie watched him for as long as he could before Lois finally drove off, but even when the man was finally out of sight, Stewie found that his mind was still pretty stuck on this new adult in his life, a man that had seemed to appear out of nowhere yet a part of him was already beginning to wish that he had met David sooner.
He sat there quietly thinking over his day, nothing but the sound of the latest pop hits on the radio to distract him. He'd forgotten this feeling, this feeling of comfort and...peace of mind. A happy sigh left his lips, but he was soon frowning as he began to remember just why it had been so long since he'd felt this way. He raised his hand up, his bandaged hand. It had been about a week since he had smashed it, but nobody at home had seemed to notice. Naturally, he had taken care of the injury himself, and by now, it was close to healing completely. Only a slight soreness still remained.
The flexed his fingers a few times, wincing at the uncomfortable sensation. He began to think about how physical injuries were easy to deal with. He didn't need anyone to help him repair his body. Anytime he injured himself, intentional or otherwise, there was always a simple solution that could be applied.
Emotional injuries were so very different, though…
He had tried to deal with those by himself for what felt like an eternity, and so far, he was proving to be quite terrible at it. Then again, maybe everyone was terrible at dealing with their own emotional pain. That's what he kept hearing at least. Why should he be any different?
The infant scoffed at the thought.
There were plenty of reasons why he should be different, but...maybe he had overestimated his abilities in this instance.
Maybe he did need someone to help him treat his emotional injuries, to help him heal.
Maybe that person was...David.
He smiled and set his hand back down in his lap.
David…
Stewie couldn't remember ever feeling so alive. The past week had been so eventful and he had David to thank for that.
Both the baby and David spent as much time together as they possibly could; the short preschool hours nowhere near long enough to satisfy Stewie's need to be with David. During the course of the week, the boy got more and more acquainted with the man, even opening up to him a little more.
Though Stewie never did bring up Brian in the conversations.
Brian had no place there between the two.
What was really remarkable, though, was Stewie's drastic transformation. Not only was he eating again, he was laughing and smiling like he had before. David had changed his life in such a short amount of time and Stewie was spellbound by this man.
In those few days, David must have felt the same way because he was confiding in Stewie about adult related problems that he was facing at home. Such as the divorce between he and his wife. He even told Stewie that his kids were going to be living with their mother...as wrong as that was.
What a bitch she seemed to be…
The boy could recall looking on at David with the biggest eyes, letting himself become a beacon of hope for the man. He could tell that this was what David needed the most...someone who could and would listen to him; maybe not pity him for his current circumstances, but just be there like Stewie was.
And the kid was more than happy to provide.
The boy would never understand how much that truly meant to David.
Though when the man did inform Stewie that today...was going to be the last day he'd have with his kids, the boy chimed in, asking if he'd like to spend the day with them.
"Don't you want to be with your kids?"
He looked upon David with curious eyes while the man ate the small snack he prepped for himself. He turned his glance to Stewie, smiling a little sadly.
He looked quite defeated then. An alarm going off somewhere inside Stewie that his new friend was troubled. He must have tried his best to keep his wife from taking the kids indefinitely during the time he wasn't at the preschool, tending to Stewie at all times.
"They don't really care much for me."
Stewie hummed, but he grinned.
Good...stay with me. Stay with me always.
The boy was quite surprised by how quickly he grew to really like David. Maybe in his subconscious, he was comparing some of David's personality to Brian, but this wasn't Brian. He was anything but Brian….David was healthy, David was someone who obviously felt he couldn't live without Stewie.
What with the man always by the boy's side, even during play time when the kids could go and play together. No, the man was always with Stewie.
The boy liked it quite a bit.
He chuckled softly and gently reached to take his small graham cracker box, extending his arm out towards David. "Eat one. It'll make you feel better, David." He smiled big, knowing just how to cheer his new friend up. Graham crackers were the answer to most things, after all. So why couldn't an animal shaped cracker help and ease an ailing heart?
David looked at Stewie, perplexed for a moment before he snickered softly and reached to take a cracker from the boy's box. He then proceeded to eat it, having to feign happiness, but the gesture was very kind. Stewie was quite the little one and David was finding himself all the more captivated by that face and everything else that made the boy so...interesting.
It was quite the remarkable feeling.
The way Stewie had such a strong grip on his attention
The boy was even smirking at him now, looking as though he were saying, "Yeah...I told you so."
In fact, the boy didn't miss a beat. "Told you."
David felt the air around him tighten, practically suffocate him as he went to adjust his glasses from his nervous tick; a habit too tough to kick.
What the hell is this kid doing to me…?
What was it…? Was he so focused on Stewie because he was losing his own kids? Just what was it?
Did he love Stewie? That was a strong assumption. It made sense, though. Yeah, he loved the boy in such a manner as an adult loved a relative. Stewie felt more and more like family every day. Was that...weird? Maybe, but David was beginning to feel that he had such strong convictions for this boy because Stewie made him forget about the pain of losing his own kids. And, really, who could blame him for that?
Though he had promised to fight for them until the day he died, he wondered if he had what it took. Besides...his kids didn't love him the way he loved them, but Stewie seemed to love him. This boy here...this amazing and magnificent child was becoming everything to David.
By the end of day, David and Stewie were inseparable. Though it did give the other volunteers room to breathe and tend to other matters, their closeness to one another did alarm some of the staff. However, they never said much about it; they obviously were just thrilled that someone was willing to look after Stewie.
After all, the boy was never easy to deal with which did cause quite a bit of problems. Problems where Lois or Brian were forced to come get Stewie a little earlier than expected.
Thank god for David and thank god he was a patient man with good intentions. With him around, Stewie was always on his best behavior. He played well with the other kids...for perhaps a few moments before he went running to David's side. Still, that was an achievement on its own.
Like always, Stewie was one of the last kids to be picked up from preschool, but he didn't mind. It only meant more time with his new friend. Sitting on the steps like before, Stewie watched for Lois's car, but he also was keeping in mind that David was sitting right beside him which made the boy scoot a little closer to the man until they were practically touching. David must have noticed the boy moving in closer because he grinned and gently reached to rub the top of his head.
"Your mom seems to have a routine, I suppose."
Stewie smiled sweetly, sighing in content...letting David run his fingers over his head. His touch so...warm and inviting. He never wanted to leave this comfort; he was growing such strong desires for it, needing it at all times.
"Yes, but that's okay." Stewie gently replied...scooting just a tad bit closer so now there was definite contact between the two.
God...Stewie desperately needed David. He desperately and greedily needed and wanted him in every way possible. What the hell was making him feel so strongly? It was...so fantastic to feel this way again.
Though…
A part of him felt remorseful for replacing Brian so to speak, but was that not what he had done to Stewie just almost a month ago now? The dog dropped him like he were nothing. He gave him up for the thrill of a new body, a warm...female body. Equipped with supple breasts, curves that would tease and taunt Aphrodite, and the voice of a nightingale. Her voice...crying to the heavens whenever she was underneath Brian. Had he not done just that?
Yes...yes he had, so why not do the same to the dog?
The thought made Stewie smirk a little. He pondered suddenly...what it would be like...having sex with David. Would the man be able to perform like the dog had?
David would probably be better.
David would definitely be better.
Stewie knew it; somehow he just knew it, but why rush a good thing? David was his .
And no one was going to take him away. Absolutely no one.
Before long...Stewie realized, he would be the one underneath David, he would be the one whispering delicious words and moaning out in ecstacy. He wondered if he could tie Brian down...and make the bastard watch.
Would that be too cruel, though?
No, it was too good for that mutt. Brian didn't deserve it; he deserved nothing.
If Stewie were so easy to forget and replace, then to the boy, so was Brian and Stewie would give the same treatment the damn canine had given to him. He hoped that he would invite Stewie again for ice cream...so he could tell the dog how good it would be with David, how the man would make him feel out of this world in ways Brian could only dream to do with Rachel. He would give that dog all the gorey details.
He'd tell Brian every little thing. How David would kiss, touch, and claim him. He'd be vindictive and he'd be laughing, he'd be gloating...he'd be HAPPY.
Happy. That would be the mark that would set Brian off. The dog wasn't happy right now and Stewie was loving everything about it. This was what the damn mongrel deserved. He did not deserve to have happiness, he deserved every cruel feeling he inflicted on Stewie and the boy was more than willing to give it to him...
Every.
Single.
One.
While his thoughts ran wild, he didn't take notice to his hands reaching to grip David's pant leg. He was in such a stupor of sheer power and exhilaration, he had no idea Lois was already pulling up.
He felt David shift beside him and the boy was like clockwork. He followed the man closely, hand still gripping tightly on his pant leg until he was lifted to his car seat. Lois of course greeting David with that same annoying, high pitched tone. She was even...presenting herself provocatively towards the man, showing off her assets. Stewie almost went into a wild rage, about to plummet this damn woman into some kind of infinite abyss of pain and suffering...but all manner of those thoughts quickly were put to rest when he felt David's fingers meet his cheek. Stewie spun to face the man, hands reaching to grip the sides of the car while his eyes stared helplessly at David.
God...he was in love.
Stewie's heart raced, his mouth going dry, and his eyes pleading to David...to take him away. The man's eyes were so focused on the boy that he almost didn't realize that Lois was speaking to him. He had to shake his head to gain a clear mind.
He looked to Stewie's mother, smiling a little awkwardly. "I'm sorry?"
Lois chuckled.
"I asked if Stewie was a good boy again today."
David nodded immediately, his smile growing while his eyes drifted to Stewie once more. The boy hadn't changed position in the slightest. His eyes were still focused on him, still boring themselves deep into his soul and trapping him.
"He was a very good boy."
Lois was thrilled...like she always was. She hardly had many emotions which added to Stewie's obvious annoyance.
"That's so great." She then cleared her throat and went to fix Stewie's shirt sleeve, but the boy didn't even notice. He was far too gone in David's eyes much like it seemed the man was as well.
"It just seems Stewie is taking such a strong liking to you, David. Perhaps you could come to dinner tonight. I know Stewie would love it."
David went to respond, but he stopped himself. What about his kids? This was the last day he had with them. He didn't say anything at first, causing Stewie to lean up a little so he was closer to David. He shut his eyes...taking in that wonderful scent of cologne. This was becoming his favorite smell...and he knew he'd love it even more when that smell was in his bed.
"I...I'd love to."
Stewie beamed, so excited to know he'd be able to see David again. Nothing could take that away from him and he knew that because it was a family dinner, not only would Brian be there...but his hussy would be there, too.
Stewie almost smirked. "I'll see you tonight." He whispered to the man, perhaps trying to be...seductive, he wasn't too sure. He wasn't going to put out for David tonight, but he knew he would….eventually. That didn't mean he wasn't going to have fun at Brian's expense.
Fucking animal that he was.
But Stewie was just as bad, if not...maybe a little worse, but the difference was that everyone loved him for it and Stewie thrived on that power. He'd get David...he'd definitely get him.
Lois grinned and quickly reached into her purse to retrieve a slip of paper where she wrote down their address and a telephone number. Giving it to the man who reached to take it, he smiled and tucked the paper into his back pocket. "Alright. I'll see you both tonight, then." He waved at Lois before giving Stewie his undivided attention.
"Behave yourself, okay?"
Stewie couldn't help but snicker and nod. "Okay, David."
And just like that...Lois and Stewie were heading home...though Stewie was thinking just how wonderful it was to be.
It would be the best evening he would ever experience.
...And the worst for Brian.