White Noises

I wanted to tell Bay how much I cared about him. I really did. But Cyan told me to wait. And I did.

And waiting meant sitting still for hours as Bay tried to paint me correctly. "Fuck!" Bay hissed every time he messed up.

"Bay, maybe we should take a break. You've been at this for hours, baby."

"Ok. I guess," Baylen said, sighing.

I walked over to him and scooped him up. I kissed his face. "C'mon, cutie. Let's go to bed."

"You're not gonna eat supper?"

"Not if you won't. Plus it's getting late anyways."

"But you always eat."

I shrugged. "And you barely eat."

Bay glared at me and got out of my arms. "I ate today."

I nodded. "I'm glad. You're too skinny honey; it's not healthy."

Bay looked at me in horror before fleeing the room. I followed him.

What did I do wrong now?