Kit connor imagines

Painting

I like to paint a lot. It's not only become a hobby but one of my passions. Painting is just so beautiful. Painting is like a display of feelings. No one understood my love for painting/art but kit and my family.

I rarely got to see my family so most painting's were just memories of of my family. Lately though i had been painting and sketching kit. Maybe i missed him or maybe i missed his touch. Something about him being away made me feel isolated.

Kit was in my house. I hadn't seen him in so long. I was painting and had music blasting so i didn't hear him come in. Usually he calls me to pick him up so i didnt know he was here.

Suddenly i felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around so fast scared, only for my fear to quickly turn to happiness as i see kit.

"HII BABY I HAVENT SEEN YOU IN SO LONGG" This sentence is muffled as my face is in the crook of his neck.

"hi baby i've missed you" He replies as he kisses my head.

"whachu painting" He peeks over to the almost finished painting of him.

"You" I say as I look at him.

He shifts his eye to me as if he didn't know what to say. It wasn't in a weird way it was more of admiration.

"Oh yeah?"

"Mhm"

I turn and continue the painting.

"You should paint with me" I spoke up

"I don't know how to" He spoke in a duh tone

"I know just paint whatever you feel is right." I spoke again.

He hums at me as if he gets me. He grabs a canvas an some of my already oils that I had and I was pretty sure he was just making flowers.

I finished his portrait. Another one I had done.He had finished a while ago but he didn't want to show me so he went to sleep. I peek at th painting an it's a Boquete of the flowers he first got me.

I smile and put our paintings to the side. I walk over to our room and wash up an change to PJs an unload all his clothes since he hadn't done so then go to sleep with him.

"Goodnight, I love you" I whisper.

Silence.

"Goodnight love., I love you more" he whispers back.