Daddy Is Pretty Now (Repost)
Going through my writing stuff and organizing and updating stuff.
Found this gem today for 4-15-30-2013. Wonder what else I'll find in my 'archives' by trying to spring cleaning my computer and life?
“Paint Daddy’s nails next.” Four year old Sophie chirped, sitting across from Blaine with her hands flat on the table as he painted her nails a pretty pale purple. She kicked out her feet excitedly.
“Sophie, nail polish is for girls.” Blaine laughed. “Daddy’s usually don’t wear nail polish.”
“But Daddy, I has the perfect color for your comdection.” Sophie protested.
“You have the perfect color or my complexion.” Blaine corrected. “And you also are spending entirely too much time with Kurt.”
“Do you even know what a complexion is?” Blaine asked her, moving onto her right hand.
“What? Huh? What?” Blaine grinned.
“I dunno.” Sophie giggled, pulling her hand away and covering her face.
Blaine leaned over the little TV dinner table they were using, tickling her sides. “I thought you said you knew what it was!”
“I dunno! I dunno!” She shrieked, flailing in her chair. “I dunno!”
Blaine cackled and then quit tickling her. “That’s why we don’t lie, Monkey.”
“Cause Daddy’s a big haired meany face?” Sophie pouted.
“Oh, Daddy isn’t mean.” Blaine kissed the top of her hair. “And you need to come up with your own insults. I hear Kurt’s enough as it is.”
Sophie giggled and pet his face. “Pretty hand.” She then raised her right hand. “Not pretty.”
“Impatient.” Blaine laughed, putting her hand flat on the table and beginning to paint the rest of her finger nails.
“Daddy next.” Sophie said, legs beginning to swing again excitedly.
“No, I don’t think so.” Blaine sang.
“I dooo.” Sophie sang back.
“Well I’m older.” Blaine tapped her nose.
“Well you’ve got that right. You can’t be prettier than the most prettiest person on the whole wide world!” Blaine dramatically sighed. “I guess you win. What color?”
“It’s gonna be a surprise, Daddy.” Sophie said before pursing her lips together.
Oh boy, Blaine thought to himself as he put the cap back on the purple nail polish. “Give it a few minutes to dry and then we can begin the torture.”
“Timer please!” Sophie chirped.
Blaine set his cell phone timer to three minutes, watching her rock back and forth impatiently until it went off. After that, she ran back and hauled in a box holding all of her nail polishes.
“I see you and Daddy have added to the collection.” Blaine noted.
“I get a new color every Tuesday.” Sophie informed him. “Don’t look!”
“Well what am I supposed to look at?”
“Dunno.” Sophie giggled again and pulled herself up on the chair across from him, several bottles in her hands. He could only see the tops, though, so he had no idea what colors they were.
“Are you sure Daddy has to do this?” Blaine asked.
Kurt better have bought more finger nail polish remover... Blaine thought to himself.
“No looking!” Sophie scolded as Blaine’s eyes wandered to the bottles she was placing on the table.
“Sorry! Sorry!” Blaine looked at the TV across the room, happy to find out that UK was still winning the basketball game he’d been watching before Sophie demanded her fingernails be painted—and no, Blaine could not root for any college team that was UK. He’d tried back when the team had had a really bad run three years in a row, but even then he couldn’t move on.
It seemed like only seconds before Sophie pulled his attention back. “All done and so pretty!”
Blaine looked at his nails, which were each about a million colors swirled together. The art of a four year old, for sure. “Oh… wow.”
“Daddy is pretty now.” Sophie smiled sweetly. “But not as pretty as me.”
Blaine rolled his eyes and then kissed her cheek. “Thank you. I hope you remember I let you do this when you’re fourteen and hate me. Kurt would never let you paint his nails.”
Sophie kissed his cheek back.
“Okay, Daddy.” Sophie ran off with her box of nail polish.
Blaine rushed into the bathroom, pulling the nail polish remover out so he wouldn’t forget to take it off before going to bed. He would probably not enjoy going into work tomorrow looking like a pastel rainbow had thrown up on his fingernails.
Bob pointed down at his nails and then glanced over at the clients they were seeing, a couple who were in their forties. No way to get it off.
“I forgot. Fuck.” Blaine muttered. “Maybe they won’t notice.”
“Right.” Bob snorted ahead into the office, but Blaine saw him laughing when he thought Blaine wasn’t looking.
Blaine introduced himself as usual to the clients, smiling cheerfully as ever. His smile wavered a bit when the woman glanced down at his hand and then back up at him.
“I have a little girl.” Blaine said apologetically. “And I forgot to take it off before I went to bed apparently.”
“How old is she?” The woman laughed.
“Old enough to know better but young enough that I can’t say no.” Blaine sighed. “She’s mastered the pout.”
“She must be a toddler.” The woman said.
“And she’s already mastered the pout? You’re in trouble.” Her husband said.
“Big trouble. She’s Daddy’s girl and has me wrapped around her finger.” Blaine raised his hand and then pushed open the door to their meeting room. “Apparently. But we can go on in, Bob’s getting the papers set up for you.”
The people walked in, sitting at the table. Bob came over, looked at Blaine, and just laughed silently.
Blaine was really going to have to learn how to say no to Sophie.
