The One He Was Looing For

*This story is an original. Please reach out to me if you want to use part of it for a fictional piece.

**All characters are 18+.

CHAPTER ONE

Tom was a lonely man. Ever since he'd lost his beloved wife, Pia, to cancer 10 years prior, he was only barely surviving. The loss of Pia had dug a ditch between him and his four children. So lost in his grief, he's lost sight of the most important : those who remained in the land of the living.

Tom and his late wife had lived the perfect marriage. They were high school sweethearts, got married when they were both nineteen and went to art school on the same campus. Once their degrees were achieved, they settled in a nice country house and decided to open their own workshop and art store. Pia was a master sculptor. Inspired by nature, she could spend hours in the wild, crafting little statues and pieces of art with little ornaments she gathered during her explorations. Tom, on the other hand, was more of a homebody. His canvases were the result of the inspiration his wife brought him. He could paint anything and everything and somehow make it about her, changing the traits of an animal or a monument to give them the warm and mischievous traits of his muse.

Pia was indeed a very inspiring and mesmerizing woman. Her delicate face was adorned with the warmest eyes you've ever seen. Two beautiful hazel globes that looked right through you like they could see your soul. Her plump mouth was always coated with the thinnest layer of chapstick that made her so kissable. And that beautiful face was paired with the most delicious body Tom had ever had the chance to see with his own eyes. Her warm honey skin was smooth like satin and she was soft and curvy in all the right places. She was no ordinary beauty, but she had that undeniable charm that made her look like a Greek goddess. And Tom was very adamant about showing her exactly how in love he was of her and her scrumptious body.

Day and night, he drank her body in, living to drown in the softness of her tummy and to sink his shaft right between her generous cheeks.

They were happy, and because happiness never comes alone, after a few years of living this perfect life of peaceful artistic creation and careless sex all around their house, Pia and Tom welcomed in the world their first child. Ollie was an angel and his adorable temper made Tom and his wife want more. After a few unsuccessful tries, Pia gave birth to another boy, Sam, and a beautiful girl named Jade. She was five years younger than Ollie and three years younger than her brother Sam.

The family was happy and thriving. Inspired by their parents, the kids picked up various artistic activities like piano playing for Ollie and singing for Sam. Out of all three kids, Jade was the most like her father. Calm and poised, she was a keen painter and loved to use her brushes to capture the raw beauty of life.

Everything changed when Pia got diagnosed with stage 4 skin cancer. She fought hard to get more time with her family, but the disease got the best of her. She passed away brutally after only a few months of treatment. The sudden loss of the love of his life crushed Tom, to the point where he wasn't even able to talk to his kids, take care of them as a father should do and help them grieve.

At only 24, Ollie was forced to take over and be a father figure for his siblings. They all moved out of their family home and in together in town, away from their father and his soul-crushing heartache and guilt. Slowly, the three young adults completely lost sight of their dad.

Years flew by and Ollie, Sam and Jade found new things to focus on to enjoy life once again. They grew up to be amazing adults and parents.

Jade kept her passion for painting as the last thing she could relate to her father with. The young woman became quite the celebrity in her community for her moving paintings and incredible ability to capture the true essence of her models. The young woman also took a teaching role and gave painting classes at the local community center for both beginners and advanced painters. She often participated in the workshops and had made a ritual of posing for her students, dressed or in the nude. She wasn't shy about her body and always said that all bodies are beautiful and deserving of being captured in their most raw and pure form.

Tom, on the other hand, felt crushed by loneliness. After being a widower for 10 years, he realized he'd lost way more than his wife the day she died. He'd also pushed away his kids and eventually lost them. Now, his days were all the same : bland and void of life. He couldn't even paint anymore. His brushes had been left untouched for a whole decade and he couldn't bring himself to try and paint anything anymore.

One day, taking his fate in his own hands, he decided to reconnect with his daughter. He couldn't admit it to himself, but she was the one he missed the most out of his three children. Her softness and joyful presence were once the light of his days.

Reaching for his phone, he decided to make a quick search on the internet in order to see if he could get any information on her current location and occupation. Tom quickly found her website and a link to the classes she taught at the community center. "That's my luck, he thought. Maybe it's time I get back on the horse and pick up painting". But how could he come to her after shunning her for so long? How could he pretend to be worth her time, when he couldn't even pick up the phone and talk to her? The shame was like a burden he couldn't bear to hang on to anymore. It had to stop. He had to stop this.

Tom made the decision to sign up for his daughter's next class, three days later. It was a nude painting lesson. Tom had no idea what he was getting himself into, but he didn't think much of it, so eager to finally see his babygirl after all these years. Would he even recognize her? Of course he would, how much could she have changed? Don't all parents know their kids face by heart? But would she remember his face?