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It was Beel’s day with you, and you were both excited. You cuddled together all night, so waking up in his arms with the knowledge of spending time together today was understandably making you restless. He wasn’t awake when you woke up which was perfect! You loved waking him up in fun ways, and he was always happy to be woken up by you. It warmed his heart to have your cute face be the first thing he sees in the morning.
But you were feeling especially energetic, the little space mindset causing you to giggle uncontrollably, wondering what he planned for you today. You jumped up and down on the bed, shaking him awake. “Daddy! Daddy! It’s play time!” Landing on his chest, his chest pressed to yours and he slowly opened his eyes with a soft smile on his face.
“Hi Cupcake.” He yawned, and sounded extremely groggy. It was also no surprise you were little, you tended to be a lot, and he loved every second he got to spend with you, little or big. “I have a fun idea for us today.” He said with a smile, wrapping his arms around you as he blew a raspberry on your neck.
“Daaaaaddy!” You giggled and giggled, and laughed even louder when he sat up, taking you with him. He placed you effortlessly on his lap, and he kissed the top of your head. You were dying to know what he had planned, since it seemed like each of the brothers always had different ideas on cute moments with you. Though those ideas were also different depending on big or little headspace.
“Let’s go!” He said, smiling along with you. He cradled you to his side using just one hand that wrapped around your back and under your thigh so you didn’t fall. Not like he’d ever allow that to happen. He used the other hand to open doors, and you rested your head on his neck.
He took you to his and Belphie’s room, since you slept in the comfort of your own bed last night, and you were surprised to see a wide variety of paints and canvases. “Paint time?” It was exciting, you loved to draw when you were little, but didn’t use paint much. Mostly pencils and crayons, sometimes markers. “Set down!” You said, wiggling in his grasp. It was so fun thinking of all the painting you would get to do!
“Ah, ah. There’s rules.” As he set you down, and walked towards the canvas. “We’re not using paint brushes. We’re using our fingers. But with that being said,” he leaned down and booped your nose with a smile, “No paint by your eyes, mouth, or ears. Be careful, and be sure to have fun.” While he was still leaning down, he kissed your forehead and let you get to work.
You mixed colors, tried to draw the coolest little animal. It was your favorite animal! So it had to be perfect…or as close as you could get. It looked most like a stick figure, but the point of it was still there. You even decided to add wings, or more wings to it. Wings made everything prettier. You loved to see your daddies with their wings, even though some didn’t really have them most of the time. You tried to draw pretty black wings with your fingers, and just like that it was perfect.
Beel had finished his drawing of a cheeseburger, before even the sight of it made him so hungry he couldn’t stand it. So when he walked into the other room to get food, you thought of a mischievous idea. Your drawing was done, but you wanted to play more with your daddy! He never got mad at you, so you were sure this wouldn’t be mean.
You coated your hands with as much paint that would fit on them, and hid behind the door frame, just waiting for Beel to come back in. You couldn’t stop the giggles, but when you heard him approaching you tried to be as quiet as possible. This was a top secret mission, and you weren’t gonna fail no matter what! He walked closer, and closer, and before you knew it he was back in your room.
“Cupcake? Where did you go?” He entered through the doorway and you struck. You rubbed your hands all over his back, arms, and legs, covering the spots with a variety of paints. “What?” He said confused as he turned and ended up seeing all the places on his body that now had paint on several places. He couldn’t help but let out a loud laugh, and turned to face you. “I was wondering what you’d been plotting while I was gone.”
“Got you daddy!” You laughed loudly and it only made him smile more. He took off his jacket and shirt, and he really should have expected what came next. You ran over to the paints, and he wasn’t fast enough to stop you since he was unprepared. But you ended up getting even more paint and chasing him around the room. Yes, chasing.
Your hands were held out in front of you, and he jumped on the bed then off when you got too close. He was pretty fast, but he wasn’t really trying to get away from you. He pretended to be tired, and he plopped down on the floor as he panted, mimicking fatigue. He closed his eyes and played dead.
So you grabbed the red paint, which ended up mixing a lot with the other colors, but it was overall pretty red. “Aha! I got you!” You splashed the red paint all over his chest, “Oh no! Daddy’s hurt! Gonna play doctor!” You pretended to put on a stethoscope and checked his heartbeat. “Nope. Daddy’s dead.” Resting your head on his chest was what you did next, and you could feel his breathing as he tried not to laugh. He was dead after all.
Once you both got cleaned up, you tried to paint more. Beel looked at you with skeptical eyes when you took a few more steps away from the canvas, but he wouldn’t be surprised anymore! So it wasn’t as much fun. Either way though, you had so much fun with your daddy today. You were looking forward to the rest of the day, knowing it would consist of going to his favorite restaurant.
No matter what, you knew how much your daddies loved you. All of them showed it in their own special way. You loved them just as much, and you were always happy to spend any time with them you could. One on one time was so special, but even if you were with more than one of them sometimes, or even all of them, they showed you their best sides. The ones that they only show to you.
Your time with Beel today helped your mood so much, and he would be the first
to say it right back to you. While you painted, he said praises about each of your paintings.
“You’re really good at painting, Cupcake. I promise we’ll do it again soon.”
And you knew he’d keep that promise.