Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22969 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22969 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
“You look very pretty, baby,” he gushed, and I batted my glittery eyes. “You’re really good at that.”
“Thank you. But do you know what I’m not good at?” I lifted a bottle of nail polish from the box. “This. I can make my left hand look pretty good, but my right hand always looks stinky. Can you help me?”
“First of all, your hand could never look stinky,” he argued, making me giggle. “But I’m happy to help. I do need to warn you, though; I’ve never done it before.”
“You’ll do great,” I encouraged, before crawling over to the bed. I stayed on my knees on the floor, and rested my hands on his thighs.
Daddy shook the bottle before twisting off the cap, and the chemical scent of the polish hit my nostrils. “I’ve always liked that smell,” I said, sniffing the air, but Daddy just looked at me like I was crazy while wrinkling up his nose, making me laugh again.
“Okay, here we go,” he said, balancing a large drop of blue polish on the end of the brush. He lowered it onto my nail, and the blob tried to run down my finger. “Oh my; that may have been a little too much.” Daddy tried to scoop the liquid back into the bottle, but it just slid down the side. “Oh dear - I’m making everything look stinky.”
I giggled as I watched him chase the drop with the brush. He finally trapped it, scooped it, and returned it to the bottle…mostly. He dipped the brush again, and this time, dabbed off the excess polish before touching it to my nail. With one gentle swipe, he painted the surface perfectly.
“There we go. Now I’m getting the hang of it,” he announced proudly. It wouldn’t matter to me if he didn’t get the hang of it and things stayed messy. I was just happy to be spending this time with him. He not only didn’t mind my hobbies, he encouraged them, and participated in them while trying his best, and that meant the world to me.
“How do they look?” Daddy asked once all of my nails were sparkly blue.
“They’re so pretty!” He made the coats even, and didn’t get that much polish on my skin. “And look; they match my eyelids.” I rested my fingers on my cheeks and blinked so that he could see the similar colors.
“You’re right, they do. You made a very good choice.”
“And you did a very good job painting them.” I propped up taller onto my knees to give him a quick kiss. “Thank you, Daddy; for my pretty makeup and helping me with it.”
“You’re so welcome.” He packed the bottle and little brushes back into the pink box. “Are you going to play some more?”
“Yep, as soon as my nails are dry. I don’t want them to smudge.” I blew on them while I looked around the room, trying to decide what to play next. My glance fell on the fabric blocks and I smiled. I wanted to feel their softness and see how high I could stack them, but I was cooking up another idea as well…a slightly naughty idea.
It wasn’t that I wanted to be ornery; I just wanted to experience everything with Daddy. He’d given me such a wonderful reward with the room and toys, and now I was itching for a punishment…that was also a reward. I knew Daddy would enjoy it too. It was time to put my plan in action, so I crawled over to the bookshelf to grab the blocks.
*****
Ford
My boy is so beautiful. And not just because he was extremely talented with even play makeup, painting it on in a way that highlighted his natural beauty and would make professionals jealous.
No, he was gorgeous in ways much deeper than his skin; the gentleness of his touch as he brushed his dolls’ hair. The way he glowed when he applied his makeup, because he was doing something he loved, without anyone judging or making him feel guilty. His freedom was beautiful.
As was the concentration on his face while he stacked his blocks into a tall tower. His tongue peeked out of the side of his mouth as he balanced each cube on top of one another. He held his hands up to guard each one until he was convinced it was secure, and then he’d add one more. When he finally had all of them balanced, he swatted the bottom block and sent them all tumbling to the floor. His laugh was the sweetest sound I’d ever heard.
Keegan pushed all of the blocks into a pile before asking, “Daddy, is it almost lunchtime? I’m getting hungry.”
I checked my watch and saw that it was nearly noon. Time was flying by as I watched my boy having fun. “It is. Why don’t you pick up your blocks and then l will make you something to eat.”