Fluffy Drawings Novels & Stories

—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.

“It’s ticklish, Miss Cassey.” When I looked at the palms of the other children, I saw drawings of different kinds of insects, animals, and plants. There was a spider, a dragonfly, butterfly, elephant, dog, cat, tulips, and roses. She was good with her hands. All of them looked really nice. My daughter would love something like that as well. “There, it’s done. Do you like it?” I heard her say. My heart leaped. Even that voice was achingly familiar.

Such a childish and girly tantrum. I covered my face. This was truly embarrassing. It was a good thing that I am the only person seeing this. I could not let Lucas know that I have such a habit before! This would be my secret until the day I die! "Mom, look here! I draw myself and mom!" My mother and I looked at the drawing book. There were two stick figures on the paper. The taller stick has long hair and a big smile with very long lashes that expand longer than the ears. While the shorter stick has twig tails and a small smile.