In His Arms

Chapter 10: A Six Year Old's Imaginations (Beatrice's POV)

I tip toed as I tried to reach for my bath toys. I hate how tall this dresser is. "Bea, you're water's ready." Daddy yelled from my bathroom. "Yes daddy, coming." I yelled back. Just a little more, just a little more. I can reach it. Got it. "Phew. That was hard." I talked to myself as I looked at my hand that held my little toy. "Bea, time is running." I looked at daddy's direction. Here he is, leaning on my bathroom's doorpost with his arms folded. "Yes daddy, I know." I started walking towards him. "I know, daddy. I know. That is why I'm taking a bath now. You may step out of my bathroom now." I said. "Woah there little child. You do realize that you're only six and you still need proper assistance to take a bath?" He asked me with a grin. "But daddy, I'm a big girl now." I whined. "Mommy gets to take a bath alone and I want to become like mommy." My lips curdled together as I tried to show off my puppy-like-eyes expression. He giggled. "Fine, fine." He walked toward a little cabinet and took out a small clock. "But we'll have to set some time limit for you." He twisted something at the back of the small clock. "Fifteen minutes baby. If the big hand strikes '1' you'll have to step out of the tub, ok?" He asked. "Ok daddy." I said with a cute smile. He pat my head twice before he left me alone. "Enjoy your bath baby. I'll be waiting outside." He said the closed the door.

I removed my pants and unbottoned my pajama top. My tub has a small stairway with three steps only. I soaked my hand to examine the water's temperature first. Hmm, it's very warm just the way I like it. Without further ado, I went in the tub and started taking a bath. As usual, I played with my toys after shampooing my hair. My rubber ducky is floating away and I had my mermaid swimming in my milky bath. But how come it never gets white like my skin does? Is my doll sick? I rinsed my hair and body with clear water just in time when the little clock alarmed. I stepped out of the tub and pulled the towel that was hung on the wall. Now, how do you do this again? Right! You have to wrap the towel around your body like this. But what about the hair? When mommy comes out of bath, her hair is wrapped with towel, too. But I only have one towel with me. "Bea." Daddy knocked on the door. "Fifteen minutes is over. Is everything ok there? I'm getting worried." Daddy said from outside. "I'm ok daddy. Just a little more." I mumbled. "Uh. Daddy. Can you please open the door for me?" I asked. I heard the sound of the door as it opened.

"What in the world happened to you Bea?" Dad said. "Why are you wrapped like sushi?" He asked. I tried to walk but it was difficult. The struggle is real. I am wrapped by my towel from head to my legs. Suddenly, I felt his hands as he helped me go the distance by carrying me. "Aaiiish. Silly little girl." He put me down and started to unwrap me from my towel. "Do not rush things, ok?" He let me raise my hands then he wrapped the towel correctly for me. "No one is pressuring you to become like your mom." He said as he slightly pinched my nose. "Now, go change. And don't tell me you're going to wear your mother's wardrobe because none of those would fit you." He teased. "I'll be on my room. I have to prepare, too. Just wait when you're done, ok?" He smiled as I responded with a nod then he left.

All alone in my room, I took time to find something to wear. I do have allot of puffy dresses but I think it's not the best time to wear it. They're cute though. But I decided to wear this ombre knit sweater and cute lilac floral jumper shorts daddy bought me last week. I finished my look with a pair of white flats. Now I only need assistance for my hair. I went to mommy's room to ask for help about it. She was painting her lips red when I opened the door to have a little. I want that, too. "Mommy.." I caught her attention. "Yes baby? Come in." She said and I did. "I need help with my hair." I said as I went near her. I lifted my arm a little and pointed at her hand. "And I want that, too." I said. "Lipstick?" She smiled. "Come here baby." She carried me and made me sit on her vanity table. She took her comb and started brushing my hair to it's place. When she's done, she got the lipstick and applied a little to my lips. "Done. My baby is so gorgeous." She complimented as she placed some of my hairstrands on the back of my ear.