Cute 3 Bff Drawings Novels & Stories

With a proud grin, she pulled her hand forward, revealing what she’d been hiding. “I was drawing a picture.” “A picture?” I asked, surprised. I set her gently back on the ground and took the drawing from her small hands. I looked at it, seeing three stick figures. Two were tall and the one in the middle was short. If I guessed correctly, this is me, her, and Emma. Ok, now I know one thing she got from me apart from her eyes, and that’s her terrible drawing. I got a lot of comments about that when I was younger.

“Mommy! Daddy!” We turned. He stood there in his little pajamas, holding a half-drawn sketchbook. His innocent grin warmed our hearts. Damon crouched down and lifted Kael into his arms. “What are you drawing, champ?” Kael giggled. “A family. Look!” He showed us the paper—three stick figures holding hands, with a small one in the middle that looked like a baby. “That’s Mommy, that’s you, and that’s me. And that’s the baby!”

"-but we will appreciate your drawing more if you explain what you drew in detail just like Finn did." Considerably more cheerful, Freya stepped forward. "That is me-" Freya said. She pointed to the girl in the picture. "-and around me are lots of animals. Our teacher taught us about animals last week, so I drew them. Over here is a giraffe, a cat, a lion and a bear. It looks like Billy, my teddy bear..." Freya continued naming the other animals she had drawn. By the time she was done, Elliot was looking at her proudly.

It was hard. Josh wanders in, still in his dinosaur pajamas, and climbs into Mike's lap without hesitation. "Mike, want to see my drawing?" "Always, buddy. What did you make?" Josh produces a crumpled piece of paper covered in colorful scribbles. "It's our family. That's Mommy, and that's Daddy Damon, and that's you, and that's me, and that's Mr. Hop." The drawing is abstract in the way three-year-old art always is, circles for heads, lines for bodies, generous applications of glitter that Josh somehow got access to.

The corporate situation had kept them busy all day. But the moment they stepped inside, the tension melted away. Aiden ran toward them immediately. “You’re late!” Aria followed, holding a drawing. “Look what we made!” May knelt down. The drawing showed a stick-figure family standing under a big sun. Four figures held hands. “This is beautiful,” May said warmly. Damien crouched beside her. “Who’s this tall one?” he asked. “That’s you,” Aiden said proudly. “And this is Mommy,” Aria added.

Chapter 078 POV FREYA When I got home, the house was quieter than usual. The kind of quiet that doesn’t comfort, it presses down, sits heavy on your skin. Bibi was sitting cross legged on her bed, coloring something I couldn’t quite make out until I leaned closer. It was a drawing of three people holding hands. One of them was smaller, with orange hair like hers. The two taller ones looked like me and Kaiden. That night had been quieter than usual. The rain had started sometime after dinner, light at first, then steady, tapping against the windows like it was trying to remind us of something we’d forgotten.

"OI! WAIT ME! ARGGHHH!!" Grrrrrrr!! I SWEAR, I HATE THE HAPPY THREE FRIENDS

Leo turned his drawing board to reveal a drawing of a calm lake. Daniela and the remaining three applauded him. Rocco showed his drawing next, which was a messy combination of red and black. They still applauded him. Alessio turned his drawing board. His drew a picture of four small boys running in a field. He was applauded. Killian turned to Matteo, the ring leader. “Your turn.” Matteo smiled and turned his drawing board. Killian rolled his eyes. As expected. Matteo drew a picture of a woman in a wedding dress, holding hands with four small boys in suits, and beside them was a stick figure of a man who looked like no effort was put into drawing him.

Their joy was contagious, and I felt so happy to be there in that house full of love and laughter. When the drawings were finally ready, the triplets displayed their masterpieces, and each one explained what they had thought when creating their works. The oldest showed a dragon with vibrant colors, describing how it flew over mountains. The second, who drew a unicorn, said it had a magic horn that made everything shine. And the girl, with a wide smile, showed her drawing of me with hearts and flowers around it. “This one is my favorite because you are the best mommy in the world!” she said, making my heart melt.

When he held up the notepad, it read: “Can we go to the beach?” Killian and I leaned in closer, our eyes fixed on the notepad as Ryker held it up. Beneath his simple request of *Can we go to the beach?*, he had sketched something in his careful, childlike strokes. The drawing showed three figures: one adult male, one adult female, and a small child between them, holding their hands. The sun shone brightly in the background, and the waves were drawn in soft, blue lines. For a moment, we both stared at the image, trying to decipher its meaning. Killian’s brow furrowed as he glanced from the notepad back to Ryker.