Ivan was still sleeping the next morning when Feliciano woke up, but that wasn't too much of a problem. He was hungry, but he realized quickly that the man probably wouldn't be very happy with him if he woke him up right now, considering how "pleasant" he'd been last night when Feliciano first arrived. He decided to simply attempted to make his own breakfast. Thankfully the bag that had been sent down with him was still at the edge of the bed. This shouldn't be too hard, right? Quickly unzipping the pink diaper bag Feliciano ruffled around for his bottle and powdered milk mix. Now don't go thinking he was weird! He may be an angel, but he was still a baby! A baby angel! Maybe you would think it's silly, but he'd been told he was perfect for this mission. Ivan was a harsh man, and didn't have much sympathy for other people. Anyone who was capable of taking care of themselves would have been tossed out ages ago; However, Feliciano was tiny, helpless, and adorable. The adult angels were positive that he would succeed where others would fail, IF their assumptions that Ivan would step up and actually take care of the child were true.
Climbing down from the bed was thankfully an easy task, and he managed not to fall on his face or drop the objects in his arms. Toddling toward the door he made sure not to make too much noise and wake Ivan up again. He had to jump a little to reach the doorknob, but luckily it was opened easily and he was halfway toward his goal! While Feliciano didn't exactly know his way around Ivan's house, it wouldn't be too hard to find the kitchen. It seemed the russian man lived in a cozy apartment, one floor, with only simple things here and there. Feli wondered if he ever got lonely and decided to mention it later.
The kitchen was left down the hallway and right through the living room. As he walked past the rounded archway he noticed for the first time that he wasn't alone. There was a woman, average height, with the same hair as Ivan and delightful curves standing in his kitchen washing dishes and humming softly to herself. Katya, that's who it must be. Katya was Ivan's sister, Feli had been told, and often came over to his house to cook and clean for him on weekends when he was home and she didn't have work.
He approached her silently, only making a noise when he reached her side. Setting the things down at his feet he quickly tugged at her skirts to get her attention. Clearly not expecting him, she turned and gasped, startled. Feliciano just smiled innocently, "V-ve~ Excuse me miss… could you make me a bottle?" he asked gently, looking down at the things on the floor he'd carried with him. His tiny little fists were still clutching at her skirts, probably the cutest thing in the whole world. (I'm sorry guys, I'm a sucker for cute) She stared at him for nearly a full minute, desperately trying to piece together why there was a CHILD in Ivan's HOUSE. Eventually though she decided not to question it and picked him up, "Da, babe, I make bottle." Her english sounded a bit forced when she spoke, and as her back straightened she winced and put a hand to her lower back. Katya set about heating up the water and mixing the baby formula for the young angel, smiling and gently rocking him as she walked.
Feliciano liked her already, she was great, and smelled like a mommy smelled. His little cheek rested against her breast, eyes closed in contentment as she made his breakfast. When Katya had finished making his milk she maneuvered him in her arms, cradling him gently and testing the milk upon her wrist before giving it to him. He happily accepted the milk, suckling at the bottle nipple and closing his eyes with bliss as he devoured his milk. Katya simply held him, letting him drink as she rocked him. She would make a great mother… if it were possible for her to be one.
It was sad really, she had so much love to give, but at times there was no one to share it with.
Hopefully Feliciano would change all that. He'd save Ivan, and they would share all the love in the world!
Once he'd finished drinking she turned him and lay him across her shoulder, gently patting and rubbing his back in circular motions. Feli jumped slightly, letting out a tiny burp, and then a bigger one. A few more pats and he was fine, "Little one…" she sighed softly, petting his silky locks.
Giving a soft giggle Feli smiled and nodded happily. He liked her! Yes, this woman was good.
Soft foot steps came from the direction of Ivan's bedroom, followed by a thump and a curse as he hit his toe against the wall accidentally. Katya seemed to tense, growing agitated and looking worriedly toward the doorway. This worried Feliciano a lot, and his worry was about to be justified. Ivan came into the room, looking tired and rather grumpy. He frowned when he saw Katya, opening his mouth and speaking to her in Russian, "You're early, I TOLD you to come at TEN. God damn it Kat, can't you do anything right!?"
She flinched and apologized, bowing her head as he berated her and yelled in her face for no other reason than to yell. Feliciano clung to her shirt, frightened of Ivan and frightened for her. He wondered for the first time if he was really safe, as the adult angels had promised he would be. Thankfully Ivan didn't stay too long, shuffling on back to his room after he'd yelled long enough. Katya immediately burst into tears, hiding her face against Feliciano's hair and apologizing to the child softly in Russian. His lower lip quivered and he patted her cheek gently, trying in his best way to sooth her. He couldn't do much… he only wished she would stop crying. It didn't seem like there was anything he could say to help, so he decided to do what he'd thought of doing earlier. Rubbing his tiny palms together he gathered a soft white energy between them. Pressing his hands against her shoulder blade (the only part he could reach at the moment) he sent the magic into her body, letting it flow from his fingertips and down to her spine. There, the precious white magic began healing any strain or damage to her lower spine, allowing her to stand up straighter without any pain. She stopped crying, looking down at the angel in her arms with wide eyes of surprise. He just smiled innocently and lay his head against her breast, letting actions speak louder than words.