My Precious Child-Mr Pony

Thanks again to all who have supported me. It's a long list.

MewTangerine, MRoshka, ZakuroU, Happy, Anon, RussianChinaDoll, you are all the best!

I put an astrix next to Samantha and forgot to put why! What I was going to say is that she's an OC. She won't kill you, she's not important and she probably won't appear again…I just needed a bully.

Disclaimer: It is not mine…sadly…it's just on loan

Toris watched Felicks poke at the meal with his fork, carefully turning the meat this way and that as if to make sure it was real. Toris was already halfway through his meal and the child was yet to even take a single bite. Mr Pony was seated on the table next to the boy, his button eyes fixed on Toris. The man shivered and took another bite of food. He looked up from his plate and saw Felicks's eyes dart away from him quickly. Toris smiled slightly at this.

"Don't you like chicken?" Toris asked as the boy turned the piece of meat over yet again. Felicks nodded but made no move to eat the food. Toris held back a sigh and tried to remember if the notes on Felicks said anything about allergies.

"But Mr Pony is hungry," A timid voice spoke up. "So I can't eat until he has food."

Toris stared at the boy across from him who stared back, confusion spread all over his face.

"What?"

"You spoke…"

"Y-yeah," Felicks ducked his head again, his fringe slipping over his eyes. Toris let this sink in before braving a smile at the stuffed toy.

"What does Mr Pony like to eat?" Toris asked, directing the question at Felicks who looked up and blushed.

"He likes sprinkles and strawberries," Felicks began. "But that's all." The Polish boy nodded the pony's head in silent agreement.

Toris took a final bite of his meal and stood up, meaning to get the food but Felicks pouted at this.

"Where are you going?" The boy was obviously gaining more confidence if he was speaking a lot more.

"To get Mr Pony some food," Toris explained, smiling at the pout. Felicks nodded at this and hugged Mr Pony to his chest. Toris left the dining room and bustled around the kitchen, cutting up strawberries and searching through the cupboards for sprinkles. He found some finally and as he combined the two foods, it sunk in.

He was making food for a stuffed pony…that wouldn't be able to eat the food. Why was he doing it?

Then he heard the chattering of cutlery from the dining room and remembered. This was for Felicks. This was for his son. So he quickly finished making the 'meal' and brought it out to the table.

"Here we go," Toris put the plastic bowl down. "One meal for pony."

He had thought he was being stupid before but the smile Felicks gave him was worth it.

…..

Toris shut the curtains with a swish and turned to the bed that Felicks was perched on. The boy was wearing baggy, threadbare pyjamas from the orphanage as Toris hadn't been shopping for the boy yet. They were going tomorrow. He was swinging his legs as if waiting for something.

"Well goodnight," Toris smiled at the boy who pouted again.

"Aren't you going to tuck me in?" He asked, swinging his legs onto the bed.

"Tuck you in?" Toris echoed, confused.

"Yes," Felicks said in a precocious tone that no 5 year old should use. "Yao always tucked me in."

Toris smiled as he remembered the Chinese teen so fiercely devoted to the kids at the orphanage. He seemed like the person to care for the kids at night when nightmares plagued them or they needed the bathroom.

"Well ok," Toris agreed, pulling the covers up over Felicks and absently ruffling his blonde locks. Just as the Lithuanian was turning out the light, something crashed into his legs. He stumbled and nearly fell, half spinning to see Felicks there.

"Mr Pony, Mr Pony," The boy whimpered, clutching at Toris.

"What?" Toris frowned, flicking the light back on. His eyes scanned the room and he finally realised what was wrong. Mr Pony wasn't in sight. Felicks obviously needed the battered toy to sleep so it was simply a matter of finding it now.

"Mr Pony," Felicks said again. "He's gone."

"I know," Toris said comfortingly. "So we're going to find him right?" Felicks smiled at this, revealing crooked teeth and clung to Toris's legs as a makeshift thankyou.

The two trooped downstairs and began to wonder through the rooms, moving pillows or chairs in an attempt to find the toy. Felicks wasn't much help but then again, he was 5 so Toris wasn't expecting much.

But after 20 minutes of searching, they were yet to find precious Mr Pony. It was starting to worry Toris. Felicks was nearly in tears by now and could barely say a comprehendible word. It was kind of cute but Toris needed Felicks to get to bed. It was late.

So after 10 more minutes of searching, Toris said the one thing that might help calm the boy.

"Do you want to sleep with me?"

It was a rash decision and it might have ended badly but all Felicks did was cling to Toris's leg and nod shyly.

So Toris scooped up the precious child and carried him to his bed, tucking him under the covers and lying beside him. Felicks soon fell asleep, his hand clutching at Toris's jumper and golden locks falling almost lazily over his face. Toris couldn't help but smile at the serene scene in front of him. He wasn't changed for bed but he couldn't leave the boy now could he?

….

Felicks opened his eyes a crack and saw that the nice man was asleep. Felicks smiled at this and cuddled closer to his new daddy. His plan had worked. He had wanted to sleep with the man but he needed an excuse to. He would have to apologise to Mr Pony tomorrow. Until then, the pony would have to brave a night hidden deep in the closet in Felicks's room.

Felicks was sure Mr Pony wouldn't mind.

All Felicks wanted was a cuddle. Please review. It means a lot.