Fluffy Drawings Novels & Stories

he exclaimed, practically vibrating with excitement as he held up his paper, a series of bold colors messily spread across the page. I squinted, leaning closer. “And who can that be?” I asked, tilting my head to take in the colorful figure splashed across his drawing. “It’s mummy!” he yelled, his cheeks puffed with a proud smile, eyes gleaming up at me. He had drawn her with bright red curly hair and a blue dress. I couldn’t help but chuckle at his art. “Wow,” I said, genuinely impressed. “She’s beautiful. You did a good job, buddy.”

Lily was coloring at the counter, her tongue sticking out in concentration. “Good morning,” Kira said. Elena turned and smiled. “Good morning, sweetheart. Did you sleep well?” “I did.” “Coffee?” “Please.” Her mother poured her a cup and handed it to her. Kira took a sip and sat down next to Lily. “What are you drawing, baby?” Lily held up her paper. It was a picture of a house with stick figures in front. “That’s us. You, me, Grandma, Grandpa, and Uncle Marcus.”

—Meow— Fluffy rushed towards me as she saw me stepped in. “Ohh! My little fluffy.” I squatted as I carried her up on my hands and she jumped on my shirt as her little tiny claws held unto the fabrics of my shirt. “Oh! C'mon Fluffy.” I held her and pulled her closely as I rubbed my face on her white hairy skin. Looking at her brown eyes now, brought so much warmth and her floral scent calmed down my hyperactive nerves. The available maids had prepared dinner for us as we ate and fluffy won't give me the slightest freedom as she kept on playing around my legs with her ball and trying to climb my body.

I heard the scratch of a drawer, the pad of feet, and she was back in thirty seconds with a fistful of crayons and a folded piece of brown paper she smoothed flat on the table. She started drawing. I watched her work. A house. A stick figure with long hair. Another beside it, taller. A small one between them. "What are you drawing?" "Us." She selected a blue crayon. "I'm drawing us in your big house." Something pressed against the inside of my chest. The house was very large with a mess of flowers to one side. The other side was a row of careful green strokes dotted with red circles that were probably tomatoes.

I got up and went to Flora’s room. In the children’s room, Flora sat in a wheelchair with a small table in front of her. There were various brushes and drawings paper on it. “Floor, what are you doing?” I walked in and asked gently. She didn’t even raise her hair. She held her paintbrush and was drawing seriously. “Mommy, I draw another family photo.” “Is that so?” I walked over and took a look. Flora drew a picture of five cartoon characters. Two adults, two little boys, and a little girl are included. Needless to say, it was our family of five.

My face lit up with heat. I looked down at Yara. There was a flash—smugness, like she thought she won. My face went cold. I pried her off and stepped back. "I'm not your dad. Mr. Fluffy is." She hit the floor and started wailing. Natalie rushed over and scooped Yara up, her face all panicked. "Luke, no matter what, you can't lay a hand on her. Where's the calm, patient guy you used to be?"

"This is for you. It's a house, with a cat. Do you like cats?" Lily studied the drawing. "What's the cat's name?" You'd think she was a supervisor in a hotel checking how perfectly the rooms were cleaned. "Fluffy." "Fluffy is a good name." The other kids soon crowded around, each pressing their drawings into Lily's hands. A flower, rainbow, family of stick figures with horrifying huge smiles, a circle with eyes that was supposed to be a dog. At every stop, Lily collected the sketch and turned to show me, then added it to the growing pile in her arms.

Floppington dangling from her other hand. "Mommy, I made something." The paper is bright orange. Her favorite color this month. She carries it like treasure. "Show me, baby." She climbs into my lap. Settles against my chest with the easy trust of someone who's never had reason to doubt where she belongs. The drawing unfolds. Stick figures. Five of them. Labeled in her careful, crooked handwriting.

“I drawed this for Miwella!” Mirella leaned closer, her eyes wide. “Wow!” she exclaimed with theatrical awe, taking the drawing. It was a bit scribbled, with lines overlapping and colors outside the borders. But amidst the wild pinks and greens, was clearly a giant flower with a happy sun in the corner. “This is a really pretty drawing,” Kaliyah added sincerely, smiling at Lani. The little girl beamed and swayed from side to side proudly. Then she tilted her head, staring up at Kaliyah.

Ace chimed in, his eyes shining with pride. I couldn't help but smile at their infectious energy, feeling a warmth spread through my heart. Pushing aside my worries for a moment, I shifted my focus to them, eager to see their creations. "That's wonderful, sweeties! Let me see." I beckoned them closer, and they eagerly rushed over, holding their drawings into my hands. Luna's drawing shown a colorful garden scene, complete with flowers, butterflies, and a shining sun, while Ace's featured a tall tree laden with apples, surrounded by smiling stick-figure people.