Baby Doll. || CRICKY || Literate MIW Fic

p r i n c e s s . 4

Ricky was in the bathroom, leaning over the counter to look closely at himself in the mirror. "Chris?"

They'd been alone at Chris' house all morning now, and Ricky was getting restless. He wanted to go out and do something! It was already two o'clock in the afternoon.

Chris came into the bathroom, looking at Ricky with a raised eyebrow. "What is it, sweetheart?"

Ricky furrowed his eyebrows and kept looking in the mirror. "I need to do my makeup," he pouted.

"Then do it," Chris said in a questioning tone.

"But.. I need help." Ricky looked at that man with big puppy eyes, pouting his lip out.

Chris gave in with a small sigh, walking to where Ricky had his bag to get makeup. "Okayyyy fine."

The boy giggled and waited, standing in the bathroom.

Chris grabbed the makeup bag, bringing it back to Ricky. "So what do you need help with?"

Ricky opened the bag, pulling out a stick of eyeliner and black eyeshadow. "Make me look like a raccoon," he hummed, smiling at Chris and handing him the items.

Chris chuckled and set them on the counter before scooping Ricky up and sitting him on the sink counter as well. He opened the eyeshadow, using the little brush to get a generous amount on there.

If he wanted a raccoon, he was getting a raccoon.

With a smirk, Chris instructed the boy to close his eyes before drowning his eyelids with the black color. He loved it, really.

He grabbed the eyeliner and filled Rickys brown eyebrows in a little darker. It was a habit since Chris always drew his eyebrows on.

Ricky opened his eyes and looked up as Chris put a fuck ton of eyeliner around his eyes. After a little touch up, they were done.

"Wait," Chris said before Ricky started to move. The man grabbed some mascara and coated Rickys lashes with it with a heavy amount.

He blinked and made a face. "Bleh, its all sticky," Ricky complained with a little laugh.

"You'll survive," Chris reassured him, patting the top of Rickys head.

As Chris turned to put the makeup back, Ricky scooted around and looked in the mirror. He gasped, his eyes going wide. "I look so pretty, Sir!"
He looked happily at his reflection, trying to comb at his nappy black hair. "Can you help me brush my hair, please?" Ricky looked at Chris over his shoulder.

Chris smiled widely, standing closer behind him and looking for a hair brush. "Of course, pumpkin."

The man began to get all the tangles out of Rickys thick hair, before starting to play with his hair for a bit. Chris got distracted pretty easily, honestly.

Ricky had closed his eyes, leaning his head back a little as Chris scratched his scalp lightly. When he felt the small tug on his hair, the boy's jaw dropped and he let out a little "Ah~" sound.

Chris snapped out of it, dropping Rickys hair and looking down at him. "Did I hurt you?" He asked with concern.

Ricky blushed and shook his head. "It hurt a little bit," he said with a hand gesture, "but.." He looked down and giggled. "I kinda liked it."

Chris blushed, his eyes widening. Oh God. "Uhmmm. Alright then." He finished brushing Rickys hair before putting the brush back and pulling him off the counter.

"Can we go for a walk, Mister?" Ricky looked up at Chris. He was really short compared to the man, but Chris stood at a tall 6'5, so it wasn't uncommon to be short to him.

Chris furrowed his eyebrows. "A walk?" Ricky nodded. "To where, cupcake?"

The boy played with the ends of his sweater sleeves and looked up at Chris. "Anywhere.. I just wanna walk around. "

Chris nodded and grabbed Rickys hands. "How does the park sound?" Kevin trusted Chris enough to take Ricky around town, right? Right. It's not like Kevin was going to be back before tomorrow anyways, but Chris had yet to tell Ricky that. He wasn't necessarily sure with how to deal with it if Ricky threw a fit like he had the previous day. Honestly, the kid cried a lot...

Ricky grinned widely and nodded, standing on his toes happily. "Sounds great," he giggled, reaching his arms upward. "Up up.." he said.

Chris rolled his eyes with a smile, scooping Ricky up into his arms. Ricky's legs wrapped around his waist tightly, and he leaned his head on Chris' shoulder.

The older male walked out of the bathroom with Ricky in his arms, shutting the light off and walking into the living room again. He sat Ricky down on the couch and grabbed both of their shoes, putting Rickys on and then his own.

"Thank you," Ricky said sweetly, sticking two of his fingers in his mouth and sucking them out of habit.

Chris frowned, grabbing the boy's wrist and pulling his hand away. "Where's your paci, honey?" He scooped the smaller boy into his arms and looked around.

Ricky shrugged, looking around as well. "I dunno.." he said, furrowing his eyebrows.

Chris grumbled as he walked around the room, looking for the damned thing as Ricky started to get more upset. "That was my only one," he sniffled, holding onto Chris' sweater.

"It's okay," Chris reassured him. Ricky, of course, started to cry anyways. He sighed again, bouncing the boy in his arms. "Don't cry, little one," he said, trying not to get upset himself.

The tears kept streaming down Rickys face the longer they searched for the pacifier. "I need my binkie," he whined, hiding his face in Chris' shoulder and sticking his thumb in his mouth.

"Sshh, Ricky. It's okay," Chris sighed again, still bouncing Ricky to try and calm him down. "It's alright. We'll get you a new one, yeah? Wanna go to the store and get one?" He kissed Rickys cheek and looked at him with pleading eyes.

He nodded and wiped his tears, smearing the black makeup a little bit. It was already down his face, so it really didn't matter. The little fuck cried so much that no makeup stayed on. Chris nodded back as Ricky sniffled more. At least he stopped crying.

"Alright then," Chris said with a smile, starting to walk towards the door. "We're gonna have to drive there, okay? It's too far of a walk."

"Das' okay," Ricky said with a small pout, laying his head on Chris' shoulder again.

Chris made a noise and walked out the door, locking it behind them. He opened the passenger door to his car, to which Ricky gave him a strange look. "I never ridden up front before," he said with furrowed eyebrows.

Chris raised an eyebrow. Wow, Kevin was even more over protective than he thought. So, in the back Ricky went.

They rode to the store peacefully, the man only getting annoyed when Ricky complained that Chris' music was too "scary" and started to cry (again).

Once they got there, Ricky got two pacis since Chris felt like spoiling the boy. Ricky was so happy, immediately sucking on one of them happily the moment they got into the car.

"Still wanna go to the park, Ricky?" He looked at the boy over his shoulder as he started the car. Ricky nodded, looking out the car window as Chris pulled out of the parking lot.

Ricky didn't cry this time, and he surprisingly didn't cry at all the whole time they were at the park. A group of teenagers had pointed and whispered to each other, probably since a grown boy had a pacifier in his mouth, but Ricky didn't see them. Chris did though, and it made him furious.

Dispite never seeing such a strange sight as Ricky and his childish behaviors, Chris had found it to be more and more adorable the more time they spent together.