My Precious Child 4- shopping

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Toris watched the little boy skip ahead of him, the suspiciously discovered My Pony dangling from his hand. The toy had been found but only after Toris had spent the night with a little boy who seemed unable to stop fidgeting in his sleep. Toris had been woken several times due to a flailing limb landing some place on his body. This hadn't bothered Felicks of course but Toris hadn't slept well.

He had prepared a hasty breakfast of muesli and the two had set off for the shops, eager to get everything out of the way. Felicks appeared to be very excited by the idea of shopping and had babbled on all through breakfast, surprising Toris at the fact that he had turned out to be a chatterbox.

"Felicks slow down." Toris pleaded, running to catch up. The boy skidded to a halt and spun around, his bottom lip stuck out in what Toris had decided was his trademark pout.

"But I wanna go shopping," He said in protest. "And I wanna do it now."

Toris smiled at this and took Felicks's free hand.

"But I don't want you getting hurt," He said smoothly. "If that happened, we couldn't go shopping." There was no reply but the hand he was holding tightened its grip and that was enough for Toris.

They continued their walk, Felicks silent for the first time in the morning, his green eyes content to just take everything in and his mouth happy to stay shut. He seemed surprised by the smallest things. A bold sign advertising magic lessons, a girl holding bags of fish, a man juggling tomatoes. He was fascinated by everything.

"Haven't you ever left the orphanage?" Toris finally asked after wondering why the boy found a shoe shop interesting.

"N-no," Felicks said shyly. "You have to be seven to be allowed on field trips." He explained as an afterthought, tilting his head at the sight of a giant building.

"That's where we're going." Toris answered the silent question, happy that he could tell what his son was thinking.

"Really?" Felicks gasped. "That huge place is a shop?"

"Well actually its lots of little shops." Toris smiled. "It's called a shopping centre. This one's called Marion*"

Felicks nodded and held Mr Pony up, silently speaking to his best friend. Toris had to smile at this and they spent the rest of the journey in silence.

They arrived at the shopping centre and Toris let Felicks take it all in, every shop and fast food joint before leading him to a clothes store.

"What do you like the look of?" Toris asked, remembering the oversized clothes he'd first seen Felicks in and the dress he'd fought over.

"That," Felicks pointed to a unicorn onesie which stood proudly on display. Toris double checked to make sure he was looking at the same thing before laughing nervously.

"But you can't wear that in public sweetie," He explained. "It's like…pyjamas."

Felicks's face fell but he nodded and trotted off towards the girls clothes, his eyes fixed on the skirts and ruffles found there. Toris sighed and ran after him, not knowing what to do. Being a parent was hard.

…..

In the end, Felicks walked away with a variety of boy's clothes and as a special treat, a pink blouse. He was still clutching Mr Pony to his chest, wondering where they were going now.

"Do you want lunch?" Toris asked. The clothes shopping had taken a while and Toris was hungry. Felicks nodded, suddenly shy again and looked curiously but happily at Toris. If he had a tail, it would have been wagging. Toris lead him over to a table at the food court and told him to pick from any place as another special treat.

Felicks spent a while choosing before pointing at a place which had no customers. A flustered looking man lent on the counter, his blonde hair ruffled as if he had just served a large crowd. Toris grabbed his wallet and together, father and son walked over.

The man stood up straight as he saw them coming and forced a smile onto his face.

"Welcome to Faster Food, how can I help you?**" He said in a cheery tone which did not match the stern look his extremely large eyebrows gave him.

Felicks immediately hid behind Toris's legs, peering out shyly to brave a smile at the man. The look softened and when he spoke again, it seemed less forced. They eventually left with their meals, Felicks happy to have talked to the nice man called Arthur. Toris had to smile at this. Felicks really was coming out of his shell and getting used to being allowed out of his home.

But now, for one last special treat.

The toy shop!

…

It was obvious Felicks has never seen any other toys then the old ones in the orphanage and Mr Pony. His jaw dropped and he was practically bouncing in his spot. His eyes flicked to one toy after the other, ignoring the action figures and racing cars for Barbies and teddies. Toris decided to let the boy pick 3 things and meet him back at the Barbie dream house display so he could approve, disapprove or compromise on the choices.

Felicks wandered off into the depths of the store and Toris waited patiently, occasionally glancing up from his phone where he was texting Elizabeta who wanted 'all the cutesy details.'

After standing there for about 10 minutes, Toris got worried. Surely it wouldn't take this long to pick a few toys. Toris walked down the first isle, avoiding looking at the creepy china dolls. He looked everywhere but he couldn't find his precious child. He ran to the clerk in a hurry.

"My child disappeared!" He all but screamed. "Have you seen him?"

The clerk chewed slowly on her gum and shook her head.

"Sorry," She said in a bored tone. "No one's come past me. Have you tried the dolls area? He might have got lost."

Toris sighed and spun on his heel, vanishing back into the maze of toys. After more desperate searching, he finally found Felicks, curled up asleep in a pile of teddy bears, a small smile on his face.

*= My local shopping centre

**= this is not a real food place…at least I don't think it is

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