Cuddle Drawings Novels & Stories

"Hey, kiddo." Her big blue eyes beam in happiness. "What are you drawing?" I ask, walking over to the abandoned paper she was working on moments before. She catches up to me taking my hand, she then leads me the rest of the way to the drawing. I pick up the picture and look it over, there's a yellow sun in the top corner with grey clouds around it. Towards the bottom is two people, both stick figures, ones taller with short hair and the others shorter with long hair. The two people are holding hands.

His eyes flicked over the bandages, the bruises, and my chest tightened. “I made you something,” he said quickly, holding out a folded piece of paper. I took it, careful with the fragile edges. Inside was a drawing—stick figures, crooked lines, and bright marker colors. Three figures stood together, holding hands. One was clearly me, hair scribbled in chestnut brown. One was him, smaller, grinning. And the third—tall, dark scribbles for hair, a suit that looked more like armor. Dominic. My throat tightened. “It’s… it’s perfect, Elliot.”

Necessary things. The purple dinosaur blanket with one corner fraying. Her favorite pajamas with the peeling rainbow print. A stack of crayon drawings, rolled and smudged, each signed in crooked letters: ZOE. She laid them out on the desk one by one, flattening the curls at the corners with her palm. A smiling sun. A house with crooked windows. One with three stick figures: Mommy, Zoe, and someone in a suit with a question mark for a face.

"I brought some special markers, the kind that smell like fruit." "Smell like fruit?" Tom's eyes went huge. "That's so cool! Can I smell them?" For the next forty minutes, Tom and I sat at the low table while he drew elaborate pictures of penguins and dinosaurs having adventures. He narrated every detail, explaining the plot of his drawings with the seriousness of a director describing his masterpiece. "This penguin is named Mr. Waddles," Tom explained, carefully coloring in a purple penguin. "And this dinosaur is his best friend, Chompy. They go on adventures together and save people from bad guys."

Poor girl was a slave! “Luc, ready to leave?” I called out as I padded down the stairs to the living room, to find my little man bent with his attention on the paper he was coloring. I tiptoed before peeking from his shoulder, then smiled at the little doodles he was drawing on the picture. The back ground was green, the sky blue with flowers all around. The daddy doodle wore a blue cape, with a bold S on the chest, and the mommy doodle wore a red cape with the same S on the chest and between them was a small boy. Emotions clogged my throat at the sight of the picture;

I was now shivering from the cold outside, so I had to grab a sweater for myself. Connor's wet body was now leaving small puddles on the bedroom floor. "Dry yourself and change into the robe. I'll dry your clothes in the dryer while you're in the bathroom," I urged him. "Werewolves don't get cold." Connor held my hand, giving him the towel and robe. Halted by his touch, I no longer felt the need for my sweater. Seeing that I was feeling the warmth from his touch, he smiled and took only the towel from me, drying himself.

A small drawing desk in the corner, crayons scattered across it, a few papers with colorful scrawls. I stepped in slowly. On the wall, drawings were taped up. A child's drawings — a house with a triangular roof, a sun in the corner with rays drawn as straight lines, a tree with round red fruit. Then I saw it. One drawing in the middle. Three figures standing hand in hand. The small one in the middle, in a dress with long hair. A woman on the left. On the right, a man in a black suit.

She exclaimed. " Yeah." Adrien muttered happily. " This is lovely, where did you get these images from?" She gasped. He drew a celestial being running with wolves. Adrien shrugged, " I just drew them." "You have such an active imagination, I like it so much." She replied. " I have another image to show you." He produced a sketch of Jen's face, it was unfinished but she could see the highlights. He made such a tremendous progress in almost a week.an " This is wonderful, thank you." Tears pooled in Jen's eyes.

I quickly wiped off my tears and rushed to meet her. “Welcome back baby, could you please give me a hug”. ***Hugs*** “Mummy look, I drew this in class today. Our teacher told us to draw what we love most and this is what I drew”. She said with a cute little smile as she opened the paper to show me. “I drew three people”, she proceeded. “This is mummy, this is daddy and this is Mia”, she said with a wide smile as she pointed to the piece of paper. “Mummy I just want us to always stay together, one big family”. She said as she reached out to hug me.

“I could never be mad at you.” Conan tilted his head slightly, watching me with an unreadable expression. Then he reached forward and ruffled Jayden’s hair, making him giggle again. “Why don’t you show me your drawings?” Conan asked, nodding towards the papers scattered near Jayden’s little backpack. Jayden’s face lit up. He scrambled across the rug, gathering his crumpled sketches with clumsy hands. As he launched into an excited explanation about each scribbled wolf and oddly-shaped tree, Conan listened intently, nodding at all the right moments.