The New House ( A Flash Fiction)

The New House Part 2

Hey lovelies, 
So I decided to add anew chapter to The New House.  What do you think?

Enjoy. 

I picked up my new set of paint brushes and paints. Just the brand I was going to tell Dad to buy. I couldn't contain my excitement as I ran my hand over my new gift.  New house, new gifts.  My year just got made. I grinned from hear to ear, made my way to my mini walk in closet. To my surprise, a Easel was placed against the wall. I gasped when I saw it was the same brand and design I had in mind.  Dad didn't tell me he got me this too.  My heart swelled with love and adoration for my dad.  What else could a girl ask for.  I have the best dad in the world,  I thought as I went back downstairs,  my tour of the house suspended.  I wanted to express my appreciation to Dad before the moment pass.  I skipped down the stairs,  wondering which part of the house dad and Uncle Kaden were.I called out to them a couple of times,  but didn't hear a reply. I so  After checking some of the rooms and marveling at how spacious and they are from our previous house,  I found dad and Uncle Kaden in the tools shed.

"Thank you daddy",  I shouted as I ran to embrace him.

"Hey Tinks" Dad held me in his arms longer than I intended,  but I love hugging him,  so I didn't complain.  I nestled my head on his shouldered, snuggling closer.  I sighed into his shoulder,  enjoying his jasmine body fragrance. I am what you call Daddy's little girl. Ever since mum passed,  it has been me and Dad and Uncle Kaden. They have done their best to raise me as much as they could.

"I love my gifts so much,  thank you". I mumbled against his shoulder. 

"What gift?" Dad and Uncle Kaden asked at the same time. I chuckled. Dad could be playful sometimes.I remember my last birthday when a bicycle was delivered to our house. Dad had denied having anything to do with it. The bicycle was delivered to us by courier and to make matters worst, there was no sender's address or name. I was so furious when Dad said I had to return it. It was the bicycle I had hopped I would get for my birthday.  I had sang the brand to my Dad and Uncle Kaden ceaselessly for the months preceeding my birthday.  So I didn't understand what the problem was when I finally got my wish and Dad made me promise to send it back. To where? I once asked in frustration. 

It wasn't until mid day of endless worry and refusal to open any other gifts if I can't have the bicycle, when he bursted out laughing, saying I take things too serious for a ten years old. He confessed that it was a prank and it worked well.i refused to talk to him for hours out of annoyance. Although, I forgave him before the day ended. Dad still finds that day's event hilarious and it became one of his favourite stories to retell. Embarrassing, right? So when dad said he knew noting about my new paint and brushes, I just chuckled, determined not to let him prank me successfully the second time.
"Yeah daddy, If you say so". Dad and my uncle exchanged a strange look, but that didn't even dampen my spirit. "Uncle Kaden, was it you?" I asked my Uncle trying to play along. I was so invested in not being pranked the second time that I missed the hint of concern in my Uncle's voice when he next spoke.

"Where are these gifts?"

"In my room, and the canvass holder is in my closet". Dad, set me down.

"Are you sure,Tinkz?" My dad asked again. This time, I noticed his creased brow and I figured he might be saying the truth.That had me worried for some reason. If my Uncle didn't buy the gift, and Dad knew nothing about it, who left the gifts in my room? Dad and Uncle Kaden mumbled to each other. Adult discussion I wasn't supposed to listen to.I rolled my eyes and sighed.  Dad whipped out his phone and made a phone call.

"That's the estate manager.  She has no idea too". Dad said.  Uncle Kaden and Dad had a serious expression on. I didn't want to believe my Dad,  but I know that look and I've seen it a thousand times to know it's implication. Besides,  if Dad was playing me,  Uncle Kaden would have had a hint of a smile or his trade mark smirk,  but they both look too serious for my liking.  If this is a joke,  I'm not playing. 

"Dad,  Uncle Kaden,  you didn't buy me the gifts for real?" I asked dreading the finalty in their reply.  Uncle Kaden shaked his head I'm negative. 
"No",  Dad replied.  I deadpanned. The gifts were just as I wanted them.  My favourite Brush Brand and Paint and the Easel I've been dreaming to have Dad or Uncle Kaden buy for me.

"If you didn't buy me the gifts,  who did??"

Lovelies,  was that suspenseful enough?? 
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