I walked into the living room to find Virat sprawled out on the floor, his legs splayed awkwardly in front of him as he tried to push himself up. With a sigh, I rushed over to him, extending a hand to help him up.
"Can't you even go to the bathroom by yourself anymore, you big baby?" I teased, trying to lighten the mood.
Virat pouted, sticking his tongue out at me. "I wanna go with you, Saijan," he demanded, tugging on my hand. I rolled my eyes, but couldn't help but smile at his childlike innocence.
In the bathroom, I helped Virat undo his pants, trying to ignore the flutter in my stomach as my fingers brushed against his skin. "Do you need help wiping too?" I asked, trying to keep a straight face.
Virat shook his head, looking embarrassed. "I can do it," he mumbled, trying to take care of himself. I watched him struggle, trying not to laugh. "Fine, I'll be outside if you need me," I said, leaving the room.
A few minutes later, Virat called out for me. I returned to the bathroom to find him still sitting on the toilet, looking distressed. "I can't go," he said, his voice shaking.
I tried not to panic, knowing how important it was for him to relieve himself. "Just relax, okay? Take deep breaths," I instructed, rubbing circles on his back.
After a few minutes, Virat still hadn't made any progress. I started to get desperate, knowing we needed to try something else. "Do you want me to...help you?" I asked, feeling my cheeks heat up.
Virat nodded, looking grateful. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves as I reached for him. I closed my eyes, focusing on the task at hand.
After a few more minutes, Virat finally started to relax. I could feel him getting closer to relief, and I couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement.
Finally, Virat sighed in relief. I pulled away, feeling a mix of emotions. I was relieved that he was okay, but I couldn't ignore the way my body had reacted to the intimate moment.
Virat looked up at me, his eyes shining with gratitude. "Thank you, Saijan," he said, reaching for my hand. I smiled, feeling my heart melt.
As we left the bathroom, I couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious. I knew that what had just happened was innocent, but I couldn't ignore the way my body had responded.
Virat seemed oblivious to my discomfort, chattering away about his day. I listened with half an ear, trying to focus on his words instead of the memory of his touch.
As the day went on, I found myself getting more and more comfortable with our new normal. It wasn't easy, but I knew that I was the only one who could take care of Virat.
As we went to bed that night, I couldn't help but feel a little nervous. I knew that we'd have to go through the same routine tomorrow, and I wasn't sure if I was ready for it. But I pushed those thoughts aside, focusing on the fact that I was lucky to have Virat in my life, no matter what form he came in.
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