Writer's note: Written for my Disney tumblr friend, kittysfigurines24, for her birthday!

31 was an odd year to celebrate an anniversary, but the Nicelanders loved throwing parties.

This year things would be done right. Mary was determined to let Ralph in on the planning, and had an extensive cake testing session with him. Turns out, the wrecker loved just about every flavor and Mary gladly offered to create a special cake just for him.

Life was so different than the year before, and all the changes warmed Felix's heart. His life had changed just as much as the other 3 members of the little adopted family him, Ralph, Vanellope, and Tamora had formed. He was looking forward to the 31st anniversary party probably more than his giant colleague.

Felix whistled as he rode the elevator up to the penthouse. That's when he noticed a scratchy feeling in his throat. He shrugged it off, and went on about his day helping to prepare for the party.

Slowly as the the preparations went on, Felix's shoulders began to ache and he felt downright bad. He tried covering his sluggishness with a cheerful smile and a forced hop in his step, but all he really wanted to do was lie down. He couldn't disappoint the Nicelanders, and especially his new found best friend. He was determined to make this a swinging party for everyone.

Dressed in his best, he trudged back to the appartment building. His bride, who was finishing up perimeter checks, would arrive not long after the party started. Dancing was already in full force as he entered the penthouse. Felix shielded his sensitive eyes from the flashing lights. Hiding his discomfort was going to take some valiant effort.

He sat down in a chair close to the wall, nursing a glass of punch, and watched Ralph try his best to dance with the Nicelanders without accidentally knocking one of the little people into the wall.

Mary happen to notice him not long after he sat down, and she scurred over to retrieve him. "Felix!" she sing-songed, grabbing his hand. "You're needed on the dance floor!"

Felix resisted, earning a bewildered look from the pink lady. "I'm gonna sit this one out, Mary."

"Nonsense!" She tugged him again. "We need our star dancer!"

"No, please Mary, I'm not in the mood." Just then, he spotted Tamora ducking into the doorway and relief washed over him. "My wife just arrived! Maybe I'll hit the dance floor later." He hurried off before Mary could question his strange behavior.

A satisfied smile crossed Tamora's face when she spotted him approaching. "I'm surprised I didn't catch you dancing," Tamora remarked.

"I'l let Ralph have the spotlight tonight," Felix replied. "He deserves it."

"Fair enough." Tamora bent down, placing a kiss to his cheek. "Fix it, you're awfully warm against my lips," she exaimined his face, noticing the wornout look. She laid her palm on his forehead. "Okay, I know this isn't the honeyglows. How are you feeling?"

Felix frowned, defeated. "Not good."

Tamora pulled him out into the hallway, bending to one knee. "Why are you here if you're not feeling well?"

"I didn't want to disappoint anyone by missing the party!"

"Stubborn man," she grumbled, shaking her head in displeasure. "I'm bringing you home right now and you're going to bed."

"But Tamora!" Felix's voice cracked, causing him to cough at the scratchiness irritating his throat.

"What good are you here if you can't enjoy the party?"

Felix frowned, the fight worn out of him. "I had to try."

"Let me take care of you, soldier."

At those words, Felix gave her a small smile. Maybe being sick wouldn't be that bad, especially when you had such a beautiful caretaker. "Yes, ma'am." She grasped his hand, leading him to the elevator. "Can you make me warm tea with honey?"

"I'll do my best."