Pretty, Precarious & Prohibited

24 - Picasso, Paint & Picture

~ Grind With Me - Pretty Ricky ~
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"I got it!" I shout walking to the door. A small tub of ice cream in one hand and a spoon in the other. I finally got the house to myself. Apparently my dad is working and took Penn with him. Peyton and my mom are looking at rehab centres. Yes, I know.

I open the door and immediately smile. "Mama!" The bundle of joy holds her hands out. I put down my ice cream and picked her up in my arms. "Harmony!" I exclaim giving her butterfly kisses. She giggles in response.

I look at Jade. I didn't expect her to come today. "Hey, I have an appointment. Completely slipped my mind this week. Watch her?" She asks. She places down Harmony's bags by my feet.

"Yeah of course. You don't even have to ask. I have the house to myself," I tell her. "Just me and you huh," I tickle Harmony lightly.

"You should invite Heath over. Anyways, I have to go. You know the drill. Bye! Invite Heath!" She yells on her way out.

I shake my head and walk to the kitchen. "Hungry?" I ask Harmony. She nods. I head to the cupboard and pull out some animal crackers. I place them in a plastic bowl.

I lift her and bring her to the smaller living room. We sit on the comfy carpet and I turn on the tv. I pick a cartoon show for Harmony.

I sigh, pulling out my phone and searching through my contacts. One ring, two rings, thre- connecting. "Hello?" His voice is groggy and raspy as if he just woke up.

"Just waking up?" I ask.

I hear a yawn. "Um yeah. What's up?" He asks.

"House to myself," I mumble. It's not a complete lie.

"Be there in five," he hangs up before I can say anything else. I laugh picking up Harmony and placing her in my lap.

The Kade's only live around the block. I'd give him ten minutes. I move Harmony to a small table suitable for a 10 month old. She's getting so big already.

I pull out toxic free paints. Jade told me how much she loves painting. I grab canvases and place a small apron on Harmony. We begin painting for the next few minutes until I hear a door slam shut.

"Prys!"

"In here," I shout. "Ready to see Heath," I whisper to Harmony. She nods painting with pink onto her canvas. I watch Heath walk in.

His eyes lock with mine. But soon look over to Harmony. "You said you were alone," he points out.

"I am. Harmy and I are one person. My daughter," I hug her tightly. She giggles under my hold. "Mama!" She squeals, kissing my cheek.

Heath takes off his jacket throwing it onto the couch. "Well alright. What're we painting," he asks sitting down with us.

"You're going to paint with us?" I ask.

"I'm a pro," he claims.

I slide him a canvas and some paint. "Well Harmy loves hearts and flowers. Think that'll be easy enough for you Picasso," I jest. He rolls his eyes and picks up a paint brush.

We begin painting for the next few minutes. I look up checking on Harmony. She has a paint brush in her hand swinging it around. "Harmony don't-" she smacks Heath's cheek with the bristles.

I can't help but burst out laughing. "Little troublemaker," Heath turns to a laughing Harmony. He takes his paint brush and brushes her cheek softly making her laugh even more.

She runs when Heath tries to do it again. Heath gets out of his chair pretending to chase her. I can't help but laugh and watch as he picks her up. She laughs in his hold as Heath spins her around.