My Precious Child-The Adoption
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Toris signed paper after paper in the office whilst kids ran around screaming in the crowded dorm. He swore his hand was about to fall off, he had signed his name so many times. Why couldn't they sign in one place and that signature just applied to the whole document? He looked up at Elizabeta who smiled happily at him.
"Almost done sweetie, one more page to go. I'll just go and check if Felicks has packed his things." She said before getting up and vanishing into the dorms. The noise stopped suddenly save for two shouting voices and Toris hurriedly finished signing and ran to follow her. He pushed through the door and stared.
Felicks stood in the middle of the room arguing with another kid, a girl who was tugging at a dress that he clutched desperately.
"Your new daddy won't like you if you wear it!" She shrieked. "So give it to me"
"It was a gift!" Felicks spoke for the first time or rather, yelled. "It was my birthday present Samantha!* I can't just give it to you!"
Samantha looked to be about 7, older than Felicks and she had scruffy brown hair pulled into plaits.
"Your daddy will hate you if you wear a dress!" She protested loudly.
"No I won't" All heads in the dorm turned to see Toris standing there. "No I won't." He said again. "What does it matter if he wears a dress?" Felicks turned red at this and hid behind his fringe, his eyes flitting away as a sudden shyness came over him.
Samantha stamped away and Vash picked up the dress and folded it, placing it in a My Little Pony suitcase.
"All done Felicks, I'm gonna miss you champ." The blonde man ruffled the equally blonde hair.
Toris smiled at the scene and how Felicks nodded and smiled up at Vash.
"We could come see you some time," Toris approached. "Have catch-ups." He smiled at Elias who was clinging to Vash.
"That would be nice," Vash agreed. "Now it's time to go Felicks." The boy nodded and picked up the suitcase. Toris was surprised how light the bag was; the boy must not have many belongings.
"Come on Felicks," Toris said. "It's time to have a home"
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Felicks didn't speak in the car on the way home. Toris asked a lot of questions to which he only received nods and shakes as answers.
"So you're Polish?" Toris asked, remembering it on the files. Felicks nodded and fiddled with a stuffed pony with button eyes, making its head nod too.
Toris sighed in relief as he saw his house. He didn't know what else to say to the boy.
"Well here we are," He said cheerily, hopping out the car. "This is my home."
Felicks nodded and got out, his green eyes taking in the neat lawn and the flowerbeds before scanning the house itself with its frilled curtains and brown brick pattern. He scuffled his black shoes in the path and looked almost pleadingly at Toris who was now holding the pink suitcase.
"You ready to go in?" Toris asked. Felicks nodded and walked one step before looking behind him as if to make sure Toris was following. Which he was.
Toris unlocked the door and held it open for Felicks and his pony to enter first. The house was quite simple, containing a kitchen, a lounge room, a toilet, a study and a dining room on the bottom floor with stairs leading to a couple of bedrooms and a full bathroom. There was also an attic and a cellar. It was an old design that suited Toris.
Felicks gazed without muck interest at the beige paint scheme and murky carpets before looking imploringly at the stairs. Toris titled his head, unsure of what he was being asked before realising what it must be.
"Do you want to see your bedroom?"
Felicks nodded and moved towards the stairs, taking the question as an invitation. Toris followed, missing the pout on the boy's face as they climbed the stairs together. Toris opened the second door they came to and revealed the simple bedroom. The walls were a light green and the furniture was simple. A bed, desk, bookcase and wardrobe, all waiting to be personalised by its new accommodator.
Felicks moved to perch on the bed and glanced at Toris before sending his eyes to gaze at the door. Toris figured out what he meant and he wasn't too happy about it.
"Do you want me to leave you alone for a bit?" Toris prayed he had gotten the wrong idea so his face fell when the boy (and the horse) nodded. "Ok, I'll just be downstairs making dinner."
He shut the door and took a few steps on the stop before pressing his ear to the door, hoping that Felicks would talk aloud to his pony. For once, his hopes came true.
"Do you think Eli told him?" The boy asked, falling silent for a moment before speaking up again. "Yeah, you're right. He didn't act like it Mr Pony."
Toris wished he knew what 'Mr Pony' was saying but sadly, that was all in the boy's head.
"If he does find out, he'll hate us Mr Pony." The pain in Felicks voice seemed to seep in Toris and tug at his heartstrings. He would never, ever hate Felicks. Who would hate such an adorable child? The communicating by nods and shakes was a tad annoying but the boy was shy. It wouldn't last forever.
"He said he's making dinner," Came the suddenly happy voice. "And Peter won't steal my bread." Toris gulped guiltily as he wasn't making dinner but in fact listening in on a conversation between a boy and his stuffed pony.
So with a sigh and a slight smile, Toris tiptoed down the stairs to make dinner.
I don't like this very much and it is short but I promise next chapter will be better. I've been quite sick but I need to update.
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