When Hannibal learned he was getting custody of Madison he was excited. After Madison had arrived he learned many things about the 4 year old. She wasn't potty trained, she had fits, and he was a boy. It only took a week for Hannibal to piece it together and help his child. He removed the princess canopy from the small toddler bed, he took the dresses back, and he let Mickey do whatever boys to do Barbies. In Mickey's case, drowned them in the toilet (which he refused to use) The kid could read and speak two languages, but using the potty? Not an option.
Hannibal who was usually calm and collected was unsure and to be honest, scared out of his mind needed help. The clothes were what belonged to Mick already besides the few dresses he guessed the size of.
Hannibal turned to his colleague Bedelia Du Maurier, who was fascinated with this situation. She showed him toddler sizes and how Mickey was still a 3T which is unusual. He was small.
Mickey stayed with the nanny, Hannibal of course hired a nanny for his days of working and errands. He would eventually learn how to make the little rascal behave. Mickey copied Hannibal.
Hannibal returned from his shopping spree, having picked up toddler boy clothes and training pants he dismissed the nanny in French. The other language Mickey understood.
"Papa?" Mickey said tugging on the pants of his father. Hannibal smiled and looked at the boy, his blue eyes sparkling and his blonde hair was messy.
"Yes my love?" Hannibal said picking the boy up.
"Chocolate." He spoke, still learning English.
"For lunch? I don't think so." Hannibal chuckled. Bedelia walked in the room with a couple other bags. She saw Hannibal smiling at the baby, the baby smiling at Hannibal. Something she thought Hannibal was incapable of, empathy.
"I bought these as well, yeast infections on small children isn't uncommon especially when toilet training." She informed him as she took the ointments out of the bag.
"Thank you." Dr. Lecter said setting the boy down who was more than eager to see the stranger. He tried taking the bags but she held them out of his reach.
"I'll be in contact if you need anything else." She said before leaving.
Hannibal picked the boy up who was playing in the bags.
"No no." Hannibal scolded softly tapping his index finger on the boys arm. Mickey smiled and brought his little hand to Hannibal's shoulder. He tapped it with his index finger and mocked. "No no." Hannibal let out a laugh.
"I bought you some big boy underwear so perhaps you'll be interested in using the toilet now." Hannibal informed the baby.
Mickey shook his head back and forth. "No no." He repeated. Hannibal was frustrated. The kid was four, he was still small and he was still not potty trained. On top of that, teaching him English so he can go to school.
"Mickey, I'm sorry but you're just going to have to go." Hannibal said. At this the boy stripped his clothes and walked to the bathroom. Hannibal followed hoping he would use the small plastic toilet. No. The little human climbed into the bathtub.
"Do you want a bath?" Hannibal asked confused.
"Potty." The small voice spoke up.
"Oh no." Hannibal quickly put Mickey in the potty in just the nick of time.
"šiknius!" The boy shouted. Hannibal was displeased that someone the size of a t shirt called him a cunt.
"Mes tos kalbos nevartojame." Hannibal said. It was 8 PM and he was ready for this kid to go to bed.
After a bath and a stern talking to about language (Hannibal compromised and said he could say any bad words he wanted as long as he was ON the potty) He tucked the kid in the toddler bed. It had blue bedsheets and a Mickey Mouse comforter.
A few years later when Mickey was 7 he had grasped English well in school. He was the top of his class, he was bright, smart, and his accent stayed prominent.
Hannibal feared the worse when a letter came from Spain. Mickey's grandmother, Alesia's mother. Greta. Informing him she would be coming by tomorrow afternoon to see her granddaughter.
Hannibal did not inform Mick about this. He thought it was a nice surprise.
The next day was a Saturday, Mick as always woke up and skipped breakfast, He rode his bike around then decided on a tea party. He went to his Papa who was preparing lunch.
"Papa, can I have some tea and some food for my tea party?" He asked the tall man.
Hannibal chuckled, "Of course, make sure you wear your best attire."
Mick ran to his closet and put on his dress shorts and dress shirt, which was a short sleeve white button up shirt. He dawned an ascot seeing it wasn't a formal event. He grabbed his stuffed bear, the one he's had since birth and a quilt. He ran out to the garden and arranged everything. Hannibal went out with a tray of tea, sugar, cream, and some tea cups that were fine china. The best for his son.
"Papa! Are you going to join us?" The boy asked eagerly.
"After I prepare lunch, we're having a guest over."
The boy frowned, Hannibal felt bad for not being able to play with his son.
"But I promise after tea there will be cookies." He said fixing the tray. Mickey smiled.
"I don't think I'll share those." The child said smiling.
"I didn't think you would, best not eat too many or you'll get a tummy ache." Hannibal said firmly.
"I won't." The boy lied, obviously planning on eating all of the cookies.
Hannibal went back inside, his yard full of children's toys. A hula hoop, a soccer ball, a tire swing. All of these made Hannibal happy. Except for finding those god forsaken army men after mowing the grass. Mick never knew because Hannibal just bought more. His son was almost the age he was when he had to go live in his family's hunting cabin for the war. Hannibal never discussed this.
He seen Mick out the window, pouring tea and talking with his stuff animal. He smiled as he pulled the cookies out of the oven. He put some on a plate and brought it out.
When Hannibal went back inside the front doorbell rang. Hannibal opened it, Madam Greta stood there, her Italian accent was thick, her dress from Versace. She was a bitter old hag who cleaned up nicely. Greta had tried to get custody of Mickey when he was 3 but his parents were adamant about Hannibal getting him.
Hannibal invited the woman in, welcoming her for lunch. At the same time Mickey ran in from the garden, his face red from sweating.
"Papa! Bear ate all my cookies! I need more." He said trying to persuade his father for more of those fresh chocolate chip cookies.
Hannibal smiled at his son, Madam Greta looked upset.
"Where is her long beautiful golden hair?" She asked rudely. "Where's her frilly blue dresses?!"
Mickey looked confused. "I'm a boy, I don't wear dresses."
Hannibal rubbed the back of his son, not happy Greta was going on a tangent.
"Madison! You're a girl!" She screamed.
"That's not my name!" The boy screamed back.
"Madison Rasa Lecter!" The lady scolded. "You are a girl! Why are you dressed like this?" She cried.
"My name is Mickey!" He cried back. Hannibal had enough and escorted Greta to the door. She never came back and Hannibal had a wonder feast for Monday's dinner.
He rushed back in to comfort his crying boy.
"It's okay, She's gone." Hannibal reassured him. He picked up the boy and placed him on the counter in the kitchen.
"Here, have some more. That was an uncomfortable situation." He said handing the boy a cookie.
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Inside Of Our Minds (Hannibal Lecter's Son)
FanficWhen Mickey was just four years old his parents passed away and he was sent to live with his estranged relative..
