17. Chapter Fifteen
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
KRIK
“ A re you ready to start painting now?” Kirk asked as he looked over at Betsy.
He was still concerned with what she was withholding. How bad could it be? Was it something small or was it something big? Was she worried how he would react?
Kirk just needed to reassure her that it wouldn’t matter.
“Yes, Daddy! I’m soooo ready! Can we start now? Please!” she begged.
“Do you want to change your clothes first?”
She gave him a puzzled look. “Why would I need to change?”
“In case you accidentally get paint on your clothes. If you really love the clothes, I would hate for you to get paint on them and they get ruined.”
She looked down at her clothes and thought for a second.
“I can lend you some of my old clothes if you want,” he suggested. “They would be big but then you wouldn’t ruin anything of yours.”
“I think I’m okay,” she whispered.
“Are you sure?”
“I don’t know.”
“Do you want Daddy to make the decision for you?”
Betsy seemed to be struggling to pick if she wanted to change or not. Was it because she didn’t want to make the decision or was it because she really didn’t know what to pick?
She looked up at him. “Please?” She sounded unsure.
“Are you sure? Daddy doesn’t want to make a decision if you don’t want me to.”
But sometimes he was going to have to. Sometimes she wouldn’t be in the right mind to make a good and informed decision and that’s when he was going to step in. But this wasn’t one of those situations. It was just paint getting on clothes but he didn’t know if she liked those clothes a lot.
He had thought about looking into her phone to figure out what she was hiding. Hacking into her computer and looking around. She was hiding something but he wanted to give her privacy. He didn’t want to break the trust they already had together.
But if it came to her life being in danger or her health taking a dive, he would if he had to. It was a last resort though. Everything in him wanted her to come to him soon with whatever she was hiding so he didn’t have to. Part of him felt like she wasn’t going to and he needed to be prepared to hack into her phone and computer.
He just hoped it didn’t come to that.
“Please, Daddy.”
“Let’s go change you.”
Before she could say a word, Kirk picked her up and walked towards his room. He sat her down on the bed before he walked into his closet, grabbing one of his oldest shirts.
“Do you want to wear pants?” He called out.
Betsy didn’t make a sound. If she wanted pants, he could come back and get them for her. Though, most of his pants were way too big for her and they would have to roll them up and tighten the waist band.
“Let’s get you changed real quick,” he sat the shirt down on the bed.
He quickly pulled her shirt off before putting his on. Next, he placed her on her feet.
“Daddy wants you to hold onto my shoulders. I’m going to take off your pants and I don’t want you falling over,” he explained,
She grabbed onto his shoulders, gripping them tightly. He pulled her pants down until they reached her ankles.
“Right foot,” he pulled it off as she lifted it up. “Now left.”
He neatly placed her pants on his bed before standing to his full height.
“Such a good girl. Do you want Daddy to put your hair up?”
She nodded and Kirk grabbed her hairband from her, gathering all of her hair up and putting it into a messy bun.
“Not perfect, but it should keep it out of your face while we paint.”
He was no expert on hair and how to do it, but he knew how to do a messy bun. When he had long hair, that was all he did but since his hair was short, he didn’t have to worry about that anymore.
“Let's go paint.”
Kirk grabbed hold of her hand and walked back to her playroom.
“Have you ever painted before?”
She shook her head.
“No worries. It’s simple and there is no wrong way to do it. The paint is in the bucket and we’ll have paint brushes. You want to dip it about this far in and then get off some of the excess before taking it to the wall and painting,” he explained. “Don’t worry if a drop falls, we’ve placed some stuff down so it won’t get on the hardwood floors.”
“Okay, Daddy.”
“If you have any questions, you let me know. And if you get tired, thirsty, need to go potty, or get hungry, you let me know. We can take breaks at any point.”
Kirk loved how her cheeks went red at the mention of going potty. So cute how they got a little rosy and she wouldn’t look into his eyes.
“If you’re ready, you can take this brush and start.”
Betsy took the brush from him and dipped it into the paint bucket, getting rid of some of the extra paint, before taking it to the wall and brushing it on there. He watched for several seconds as she brought it up and down, making sure to get it in nice even coats.
“You don’t have to go up and down all the time if you don’t want to,” he spoke.
She looked at him. “How else would I do it?”
Grabbing the other paint brush, he dunked it into the paint and walked over to the wall. He started to paint in all different directions, no rhyme or reason to what he was doing.
“You can do it anyway you want. So if you feel like going side to side, you can. If you feel like going in a circle, you can. As long as we get everything covered, it should be fine.”
Kirk knew it would leave weird strokes if the paint wasn’t even, but he figured Betsy didn’t mind. If she did, she would continue to paint straight up and down, being meticulous about every stroke she made.
“Really?” she whispered.
“Yes really. Have fun with it.”
He could see the light in her eye spark as she went to get more paint on her brush. Kirk took a step back.
“I’m going to start on this wall over here,” he told her.
But in reality he was watching her as she walked up to the wall, completely ignoring him. She started to paint in all directions, not caring how it looked. A smile broke across his face as she giggled.
Music to his ears.
He wanted to hear that sound everyday for the rest of his life.
“This is so much fun!” she raised her voice, skipping over to the bucket. “This is the best!”
Betsy didn’t even look up over at him, getting the paint on her brush and going back to the wall. Pulling out his phone, he took several pictures and videos of her before placing it back in his pocket.
Kirk started to paint the wall, following Betsy’s suit and painting in every direction, not caring. He took his time painting as he listened to her giggling and her little feet going back and forth between the paint bucket and the wall.
He looked back at Betsy. She was in her own world, painting messily on the wall. He smiled and walked over to the paint bucket, dipping his brush in and letting some of the excess run off.
She didn’t acknowledge him as he walked over towards her. Taking the brush, he painted it across her arm and smiled. Betsy gasped and looked over at him.
“Did you?”
“Yes, I did,” he replied, waiting to see what she did.
Before she could do anything, he took some of the paint off of the brush and ran it across her face with his finger. Her mouth fell open as she stared at him.
“You did not.”
He shrugged and walked back over to the paint bucket. He got more paint on his brush before turning around to look at her. Was she going to do something or was she just going to stand there?
Shaking her head, she walked over to him and got some paint on her brush.
“I can’t believe you did that,” she mumbled.
“What are you going to do about it?” he asked.
She stood to her whole height and turned her back to him. Was she really going to ignore what he had done and paint the wall again? But before he had time to react, she moved her arm really fast, paint flying towards him from her brush.
Giggles filled the room and she looked at him. Glancing down at himself, he saw several paint splatters on his shirt, arms and could feel some on his face.
He grabbed some paint with his hand, throwing it at her and laughing as she stared at him in shock. Before he knew it, both of them were throwing paint at each other, not caring about anything.
“Daddy!” she yelled.
He grabbed hold of her and splashed paint all against her arms. She screamed and giggled as she tried to get away from him.
“Daddy!”
Kirk let go of her. She looked at him, giggling and falling to the ground.
“What are you laughing at?” he asked.
“You look silly!” she laughed.
He looked at his arms and body. Paint covered almost every inch of him and he knew his face wasn’t any better.
“You look silly as well.”
She took several deep breaths as she laid on the ground, looking at him. That look was one of adoration. Did she really feel that way or was it because he instigated some fun?
“You were naughty,” she whispered.
“How was Daddy naughty?”
“You threw paint.”
“And that is naughty?”
“You’re not supposed to throw paint at people.”
“Who said?”
She shrugged.
Kirk sat down next to her. “Throwing paint isn’t bad in some circumstances. This wasn’t bad but if we are out in public and you are throwing paint because someone was rude to you or I told you not to, then you’ll get into trouble.”
She hummed and closed her eyes for a couple of seconds, completely relaxing on the ground. He loved seeing her so relaxed. Now to have her this way every day. That was the goal.
“Did you have fun?” he asked.
“So much fun,” she smiled at him. “Can we do it again?”
“Maybe. I can look into renting a place where we can throw paint at each other. Maybe get some of the other Littles involved along with their Daddies.”
Her eyes lit up. “Really?”
“Yes, baby. If I can’t find a place then we’ll go to some field outside and I’ll buy the paint.”
“Oh, please Daddy! Can we please do that!”
“It’s the same as paintballing so there should be a place to do it.”
Her nose scrunched up. “No paintballing. It hurts.”
He kissed the one spot on her face that wasn’t covered in paint. “No paintballing for you.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
They both relaxed for several minutes, just enjoying each other's company.
“Do you want to finish painting the wall you were working on or do you want to get cleaned up?”
“Finish painting this wall.”