Kurt made sure that Toronto was sitting properly so he wouldn’t fall before he went to the cabinets to pull ingredients out.
“Hmmm, how about some alphabet soup? How does that sound? If you can keep that down I will make your favorite for dinner. The pasta with the little bowties.” Kurt smiled at Toronto encouragingly. He wanted for his son to eat so he got better or at least so he could gauge how bad it was and see if he had to take him to the doctor.
Toronto rubbed at his stomach and let out a loud ‘mmm’ at the sound of the offered food. He was hungry but he belly really hurt. He didn’t know if he should eat or not. He sat, chewing his lip and kicking his legs as he run softly to himself, his stutter going as he sung. “And at last I see the light, and it’s like the fog has lifted..”
Kurt smiled and kissed Toronto’s cheek.
“Yes you can baby. Come on. Let’s go to the kitchen. I can make you some soup too. I think your tummy can handle that. Right?” He got off of the bed and then lifted Toronto up into his arms. He kissed his cheek again and then started to head downstairs.
Toronto smiled, resting in his fathers arms. He placed his head upon his shoulder and wrapped an arm around him a little, the other clutching on to his top, not to much, he knew how much his Papa hated wrinkles in his clothes. As they came to the kitchen Toronto sat upon the kitchen table, kicking his legs with a wide smile. He liked being on the kitchen table instead of the chairs, it made him feel much taller.
Toronto’s mouth dropped open in awe and wonderment as his pictured he and his daddy singing Teenage Dream for show and tell. “Yes!” he squealed, clapping his hands. “A-and Silly Love Songs! C-can I get Uncle Nicky in to do U-Uptown Girl with me as well?” Toronto giggled,…
Toronto leaned into his father and shrugged his shoulders. “It’s feeling better. C-can I have s-some more walk
milk pretty please?” he questioned, looking up at his father with a pleading face.
Toronto nodded, taking in his fathers words. He knew a little about his Uncle Dave and Papa because it was in the ‘How I met your father story.’ Toronto knew that Uncle Dave picked on his father because he was different. He did it so much his Papa got scared and had to…
Toronto’s mouth dropped open in awe and wonderment as his pictured he and his daddy singing Teenage Dream for show and tell. “Yes!” he squealed, clapping his hands. “A-and Silly Love Songs! C-can I get Uncle Nicky in to do U-Uptown Girl with me as well?” Toronto giggled, flashing his father a huge and excited grin.
Toronto took the packet from Kurt, opening it and taking one in his mouth. He chewed it, a small grin on his face. “I-it tastes really nice. I-is it m-meant to taste nice?” he giggled, chewing happily. His head ache had gone but it was just his stomach playing up. He…
Toronto nodded, taking in his fathers words. He knew a little about his Uncle Dave and Papa because it was in the ‘How I met your father story.’ Toronto knew that Uncle Dave picked on his father because he was different. He did it so much his Papa got scared and had to leave and then met his Daddy. Then his Uncle Dave got super super sad, but then Papa, being the super unicorn he was made him smile again. Toronto stood to his feet upon the bed, throwing his arms in the air. “I-I know w-what I’ll do!!” he exclaimed, jumping a little. “I-I’ll say, B-big boys! J-just because I’m d-different a-and special doesn’t mean y-you can pick on me. I-I’m small and I-I don’t speak that g-good but o-one day I’m going t-to be dancing and singing on stage a-and you will see t-that you were super dooper s-silly and should o-of been my friend!!”
Toronto smiled widely. He had seen this movie so many times and of course knew that Flynn got better and they lived happily ever after but for some reason he always thought there could be the slight chance that the whole movie had changed. He giggled when his father…
Toronto took the packet from Kurt, opening it and taking one in his mouth. He chewed it, a small grin on his face. “I-it tastes really nice. I-is it m-meant to taste nice?” he giggled, chewing happily. His head ache had gone but it was just his stomach playing up. He wondered if it was butterflies in his belly because he was thinking about school. Daddy told him once you get butterflies when you are scared or nervous about something. Toronto was defiantly nervous and scared.
Kurt smiled and hugged Toronto close.
“No sweetheart no one does that. No good people do and you only know god people so it doesn’t matter. You don’t have to worry about that.” he kissed the tip of Toronto’s nose again and then wiped his tears.
“Look Flynn is all better.” he turned to the screen and pulled Toronto closer. He kissed the top of his head and smiled leaving his face there just relaxing knowing his little boy was safe with him.
“Are you hungry sweetie?”
Toronto smiled widely. He had seen this movie so many times and of course knew that Flynn got better and they lived happily ever after but for some reason he always thought there could be the slight chance that the whole movie had changed. He giggled when his father kissed his nose, pushing himself up to kiss his father’s jaw line gently and snuggle into him as the movie drew to an end. “I’m k-kind of hungry. M-my belly still hurts a-a lot but c-cuddling and warm milk made i-it so much better!” Toronto exclaimed with a wide smile.
Look at my baby. So cute
I-I’m wearing D-Daddy’s shirt!
“I think I will leave the story telling to Daddy. He is much better at it.” Kurt smiled and wrapped his arms around Toronto. He kissed his forehead again and grinned. Oh how he wished he could just freeze time and keep him at this age. Having him grow up sucked because one day he wouldn’t be this little boy who loved being on his papa’s lap giving him kisses and cuddling up on him.
“Of course not sweetheart. We are keeping you forever and ever. You are ours. Those other people don’t matter. The only think that matters is that you are here with us. And then didn’t let you go baby they had to give you to a nice family because they loved you very much and couldn’t give you what they think you deserve. So they picked us because they knew we would love you no matter what. And we do.” Kurt smiled at his son and kissed his nose.
“You are our little boy.”
Toronto smiled widely, snuggling closer to his father. He nuzzling his head into his chest and kissed the clothed skin there lightly. “I love you P-papa, you and t-the family are m-my everything!” he told with a charming smile, looking up at him. He moved to look at the TV, feeling his heart skip a little as he saw that Flynn was just stabbed. He squealed and hid his head into his father’s chest. “P-Papa, I don’t l-like it! I-I why w-would some d-do that? N-no one s-stabs people really, r-right?” he questioned, biting on his bottom lip as he looked up with watery eyes.
Kurt smiled and watched as Toronto lit up. Blaine’s love for Disney movies seemed to rub off on Toronto even though they were way past his time. It was really strange but endearing at the same time. He was like a mini Blaine.
“He has done several romantic things. It’s hard to pick one that is the best.” Kurt smiled and then welcomed Toronto back into his arms.
“Well sweetheart I would think it’s perfectly fine. It doesn’t matter who you like. I wouldn’t care if you liked an alien from planet mars as long as you were happy. That is all that matters.” a smile crept over his face and he kissed Toronto all over his face.
“But that wont be for a long long time because I don’t want to share you with anyone anytime soon.” Kurt said as he continued to kiss all over Toronto’s face.
Toronto grinned widely, “you got to tell me one! B-but leave out the p-part about kissing. I-I don’t like kissing..” Toronto told, poking out his tongue and letting out a retched noise. “I-it’s ewwy, right Papa? B-but when you kiss me t-that’s fine cause I-I deserve kisses!” Toronto laughed. “A-and, I’m not sharing you e-either. I like y-yous to much!” he giggled, flinging his arms around his fathers neck and burying his head into his shoulder and pressing kisses to his clothed muscle. “Papa, y-you’ll never l-let me go like m-my other parents, r-right..?” He questioned, pulling back biting his lip a little.
