My Dream Family Drawing Novels & Stories

"We need irrefutable proof before we move." "Then we get proof." Kieran's determination matches mine. "Whatever it takes." Back in the suite, Asher is waiting with a drawing he made—our family, as he sees it. Stick figures labeled Mama, Asher, Kieran, Kade, and a tiny blob labeled "baby." "I made us!" He's so proud. "We're all together!" I look at the drawing—this child's vision of family that includes the man who rejected me, his brother who protected me, and the baby I'm carrying.

The words stayed behind my teeth, heavy and unmoving. Later, when the house had finally settled into quiet, and the children had drifted into sleep one by one, I remained on the floor alone, surrounded by scattered toys and the fading glow of the candle. The flame had weakened into something fragile, bending with every faint movement of air, as if even light itself was growing tired. I picked up one of Noah’s drawings from the table. Four stick figures stood in uneven crayon lines—myself, the children, and a taller figure drawn with careful attention to shape and proportion. Above them, in bold uneven letters, he had written: My family.

It implied that he still had two years left to find his bride. For a couple of years, Daniel started to make a dream journal. If he still remembers his dream, he would write it down in his journal. He took his journal that he put in his drawer and also a pen to make a note. From all of the dreams that he has written down, there were around a half of them that came true and he hoped that this dream would come true as well. He began to remember the details of his dream and started to write them all. He also didn't forget to write the physical appearance of his bride, so when he met her in reality, he would notice her.

My eyebrows furrowed as i walked closer to it, my jaw tightened as i took a look of what she was drawing. A tired sigh left my lips, I brought my hand up and let my fingers run over the painting. It was a guy standing, beside him stood a girl, with a little baby in her arms. The guy's eyes were at the little baby, his hand on her hair with a big smile on his face. Whereas the girl looking at the guy, the same smile over her lips. I bit the inside of my cheek. The drawing is us. The small family we were supposed to be. The future we thought we gonna have.

Seeing them together like this, safe and whole, made every sacrifice worth it. After a few minutes, Nolan managed to ease himself onto the couch, the kids piling on either side of him. “So, what have I missed while I’ve been away?” he asked, his tone light but with an undercurrent of emotion. Liam’s face lit up. “Mia made a drawing of the whole family! You have to see it, Dad.” Mia nodded eagerly, already scrambling to grab her sketchbook from the nearby table. She returned in record time, flipping to the page where she’d drawn a stick-figure family—me, Nolan, Liam, and herself, all holding hands under a bright, cartoonish sun.

Her cheeks were pink as she walked over to me. “Papa,” she whispered shyly. “I made something.” My heart squeezed at the tentative way she said it, as if she wasn’t sure how I’d react. I set my book aside and opened my arms. “Can I see?” She climbed into my lap, unfolding the paper with trembling fingers. What she revealed nearly undid me. It was a drawing of the four of us, Noah, me, Luca, and Emilia, all holding hands beneath a bright sun. She’d drawn our home in the background, surrounded by flowers and smiling clouds. At the top, in wobbly letters, she’d written: My Family.

With that thought, I brought out my favorite book and started drawing. In the picture, I drew a family, one that was everything I had ever wanted. The parents were kind, supportive, and had smiles that never faded. The children were all happy and carefree. And, of course, I drew myself in the picture too, a happy little girl surrounded by love and warmth.

"This is you mom!" I look at the drawing of me and it's the most ridiculous thing I've ever seen. I can't help but laugh. "It's... Beautiful," I lie. "Yeah," he smiles. "As beautiful as you." As beautiful as me??? That's how beautiful I am??? I can't help but chuckle. I look at the drawing again and I see a sketch of a house beside a woman and man holding a kid. "Baby? Who are those?" "This is my dad here and then you, mommy. And then right in the middle is me. A happy little family."

(Olivia's POV) My fingers trembled as I held up Lily's Amusement Park Family Drawing. The childish strokes depicted the three of us—Lily in the middle, holding both our hands at the Moonlight Fair. Her stick-figure smile stretched across half her face, radiating the pure joy she'd imagined experiencing with her father. "This was her dream," I whispered, my voice breaking. "To spend just one day with both her parents. To feel like a normal family."

I watched Chase sit down on the floor, take off his shoes neatly, and pull out the drawing. “You want to see?” I knelt beside him, taking it with gentle hands. It was messy. Uneven. Bright. Three stick figures. One tall and angry-looking, one smiling with glasses, and a kid in between holding both their hands. “What’s this?” I asked, throat tightening. “That’s you,” he said, pointing to the smiling one. “And that’s Lucian. You’re both… my family now.” I stared at it for a long time before placing it aside and pulling him into my lap.