Okay, for all those who are enjoying the story of Lucas Rory-Snart in 'Follow the Advice, Not the Example', these are going to be one-shots tying into the main story that people can prompt and ask of me ?

Prompts are always welcome!

Please read, review and enjoy ?

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"Seven am…" muttered Mick in amazement, "…. It's sad that this is considered a lie-in."

Leonard smirked, "We don't have to get up. That's why I have a toy box for him for our room. It'll keep him busy for a while."

After taking their 15-month-old out of his cot, Len had brought Lucas into the Master bedroom and placed him on the bed. Whilst Lucas did lie by his parents in contentment for a few moments, playing with his own feet, eventually he decided that he wanted to sit on the floor instead.

As his parents watched from under the covers, Lucas toddled over to his toy box and began pulling numerous items out, practically throwing them to the ground.

"Why do all his toys make noise?!" grumbled Mick, pulling Leonard closer, "Surely he could learn silently?"

"He'd be bored in seconds and you know it…"

Thankfully, the noisy playtime didn't last much longer and Lucas began to whine, holding out his arms in a silent demand to come back on the bed.

"You fussy little brat…" Len whispered fondly, leaning over and lifting Lucas back into his arms, gently laying the baby over his chest so that Lucas could listen to his Dad's heartbeat, "… up, down. Up, down."

Soothed by the close presence of his Dad, and his Papa's hand on his back, Lucas was quite happy to lie for quite some time. As the clock struck 8:15am, Leonard stretched out and slowly sat up, keeping Lucas close to his chest.

"I'll go and make him some breakfast…" he whispered to Mick, leaning over to give his husband a quick kiss on the cheek, "… you can stay here if you want?"

Mick simply grunted, already practically half asleep.

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"That's it Lucas…." Chuckled Len as he fed another spoonful of oatmeal into his son's mouth, "… yum, yum, yum!"

"What are you doing?" Grunted a voice from the doorway, causing the other two to glance over.

Upon seeing his Papa, Lucas reached out and beamed. "Papa! Papa! Papa!"

Mick couldn't help but smile at this, striding over and gently kissing Len on the top of his head. "What's he eating?"

"Oatmeal."

Scooping a little onto his finger (ignoring how Len protested about germs), Mick ate the little bit and frowned in confusion. "This ain't what you usually give him."

"No…. I was trying something new."

"It's nice. Explains why he has oatmeal all over his face."

Beaming up at his Papa, Lucas smeared the splatters of oatmeal that were around his mouth, over the rest of his face.

Rolling his eyes, Len chuckled at this. "I think this might be the one time he wants to stay in the chair and have more food."

As Mick went to go grab some breakfast for himself, he heard Len mutter something behind him.

"It was my Mother's recipe."

Slowly, Mick turned around and frowned at the sadness in his husband's eyes. "As in your mom, or Lisa's mom?"

"…. My Mom."

Wincing at this, Mick headed back over to his husband, sat by him and pulled him into a one-armed hug. "Tell me about it."

Len sighed, blinking away tears in his eyes. "She'd make this for breakfast almost every day. Normal oatmeal, with a bit of honey and chopped apples mixed in as it cooked. When she…. Passed, it just wasn't the same."

"So…. What made you make this today?"

Shrugging, Len fed Lucas some more, "I just…. Felt like it. No specific reason."

Mick was unconvinced, but gave Len the benefit of the doubt. "Well…. Now that we know that he likes it, maybe we can have it more often?"

There was a brief silence, before Len smiled softly, knowing that his husband was trying to make him feel better. "I was thinking of taking Lucas to the pool today and- "

"- I'll watch." Interrupted Mick, getting up to pour himself a cup of coffee, "Any reason to see you shirtless."

"Mick…" Len gently scolded, betrayed only by the smirk on his face, "… it's a public place."

"Like that's ever stopped me before."

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"And I'm just meant to watch?" exclaimed Mick as he leant over to railing to see his husband exiting the changing room, "No fair!"

Len smirked, bouncing Lucas in his arms as the 15-month-old reached out towards the kiddie pool. He was dressed in black, swimming trunks (carefully ignoring the glances and whispers from everyone around him at the thin, white scars that lined his upper body and lower legs.).

Lucas was wearing a dark, blue swim-nappy with blue goggles as he struggled in his Dad's arm, eager to get to the water.

"Alright, alright…" chuckled Len, gently placing his son on his feet whilst keeping a hold of the toddler's hand, "… let's go then."

Grinning as Lucas went to go sit on the steps that led down into the water, Len gently eased himself into the lukewarm water, turning around on his knees so that he could keep an eye on his son.

"So?" he drawled, raising an eyebrow as his son stayed where he was, "Are you coming in?"

"Daddy yes! Daddy yes!"

So far, Lucas's vocabulary consisted of "Daddy." "Papa." "Yes." "More." And "Toy." He hadn't quite learnt how to say no yes, which made everything so much easier.

Bath time…. Yes! Enter Lucas's frustrated face

Bed Time… Yes! Frustration again.

To be honest, Len wasn't looking to the day when his son learnt how to say 'No'. Kneeling in the water, Len smiled as Lucas shuffled forwards, sliding from one step to another until he was seated on the last step, half submerged in water.

Gently, Len clapped his hands and smiled encouragingly at him. "Come on…. You can do it!"

A determined frown on his face, Lucas took the final leap and slid himself fully into the water, letting it come up to his shoulders. Once he was fully in, Lucas began to giggle in glee, slowly getting to his feet and toddling towards his Dad, leaping at him for a hug.

Len laughed as his son kicked under the water eagerly, pulling him away from other people who were in the pool. Keeping his arms around Lucas, Len gently swam back until they were in a deeper area.

Once Lucas realised that his was in the 'big boy' section, he began to bounce up and down in his Dad's arms.

"You want to get your hair wet?" Len asked gently, resisting the urge to squirm when he overheard two women 'whispering' about his scars.

"Daddy yes! Daddy yes!"

"Okay. On the count of three. One…. Two…. Three!"

Making sure that his son took a deep breath in and held it, Len bounced and dunked them both in the water quickly, before re-surfacing. Giggling, Lucas wiped his black hair away from his eyes, shaking his head and laughing as Len pretended he'd been drenched.

Len laughed as his son began to splash him again, glancing up to see his husband giving the pair a soft smile, which seemed out of place on someone as large as Mick. He knew that, whilst he was self-conscious about his own scars, he had learned to live with them…. Mick still considered his own as being ugly, no matter how often Len tried to reassure him.

Keeping a careful hold of his son, Len helped him to turn around so that he could see his Papa.

"Papa! Papa!"

Mick grinned at this, waving at his son as Lucas kicked his legs and slapped his hands against the water. After a couple of seconds of frantic splashing (and annoying a few women along the way), Lucas twisted back around and wrapped his arms around Len's neck.

"Daddy swi! Daddy swi!"

Ever since Lucas had turned one, Len had tried to take his son swimming as much as possible. Not only is it an important skill, but you never know when you're going to need to get out of a situation using swimming.

Whilst he would help Lucas learn on his own, usually by supporting his son as the toddler kicked and paddled himself forwards, Lucas also enjoyed resting on his Dad's back as the older man swam.

"Okay, okay…" Slowly, Len lifted Lucas into the air, over his head and back down to the water behind him.

Instinctively, Lucas wrapped his arms around his Dad's neck as Len leaned forwards. Once Len was on his stomach, Lucas moved to sit on his back, giggling as Len pushed himself through the water.

"Fa'er! Fa'er!"

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"How do you still have so much energy?" Len groaned good-naturedly as Lucas toddled around the changing room, "Aren't you tired?"

"Gah! Gah!"

After managing to dry Lucas and get him into underwear and jeans, the toddler had decided that sitting still was too boring…. Playing hide-and-seek was way more fun.

As he hid under the bench, Lucas grabbed at Len's legs, giggling when he was able to grab a hold of the older man's pant legs. Before Len could grab him, he wriggled away, pushing himself to his feet and running away… or at least he tried to.

Due to the wet, changing room floor, Len gasped when Lucas slipped forwards onto his front. There was a tense moment, when he was unsure about whether Lucas would cry or not…. Thankfully, he didn't.

Pushing himself to his knees, Lucas twisted around to beam at his Daddy. "Oopsie!" he laughed, holding his arms in a 'what can you do?' way.

"That's right, oopsie!" Len bent down and lifted Lucas up, placing him on a changing bench, "Come on, let's put your t-shirt on."

"Yes!"

Frustrated face.