Paint me a rainbow

[Vanessa Whitmore-Cross]

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1993 (7 year old Vanessa)

Vanessa bounced out of the car. She was always a car rider, but today wasn't a day she had gone home. Apparently, her babysitter had called in sick or something. Sometimes Vanessa liked Diana. Other times, not so much. It depended on how much attention Diana gave her while she was home. Sometimes Vanessa was left to her own devices and got bored easily. Other times, they played board games and drew pictures. Vanessa grabbed her book bag out of the car and looked up at the building. She should know better than to look up. But daddy was up there! She smiled at the thought and took off before Martin had even closed the door behind her. "Vanessa!" He called after her. Sheldon might be one of Jerry's close friends, and the head of the security team for the building but he kept a close watch on his best friend's child like she was his own. Martin soon caught up to her. "Miss Whitmore. You know better than to go running off in the building." He shook his head. "That's the wrong elevator." He reached for her hand and brought her past the front desk smiling at the lady who was working there.

"It's like a maze!" Vanessa squealed with excitement. "I wanna go explore. But we gotta go find Daddy first right?" She enthusiastically bounced alongside Martin until they reached Jeremiah's office. Martin tapped on the door, in case he was in a meeting. He wasn't quick enough to stop Vanessa from opening the door and running towards her dad's desk. She didn't have to deal with all the people in school picking on her and she was happy to be some place that wasn't the house. Vanessa was a spirited child and was high energy.

Martin stood in the doorway waiting to apologize since he didn't want to interrupt whatever it was that Mr. Whitmore was in the middle of. Martin was one of those people who made sure to be polite and follow the rules. Then again try explaining that to a seven year old.

⚓ _{Jeremiah Whitmore} ⚓

[attr="class","de2"]VANESSA WHITMORE

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[Jeremiah Whitmore]

Jerry was leaning back in his black leather desk chair holding the phone to his ear while he fiddled with the phone cord with his other hand, "Have the paperwork drawn up and send it over." He let go of the cord and rested his hand on the shiny chrome armrest as he swiveled the chair side to side a little. "Yeah, as soon as possible." He was in the middle of the business call when he heard the knock, he looked up at the door but before he could say a word it opened and his daughter happily bounded into the room. "Yeah, okay. Mhmm." He looked up at Martin who had an apologetic look on his face. Though he couldn't be too hard on the man, he knew what a handful his energetic 7 year old could be. He smiled at Vanessa and waved to her with his fingers, continuing with his call for a few more moments, "We'll set up a meeting next week and we'll put Hendrix in charge of the negotiation...Okay...No problem. I'll call you next week." He cut the call short now that he had company. He hung up the phone and looked over the desk at Vanessa, "Hey princess. Have you come to visit me at work?" He smiled. "What did you learn in school today?" He looked up at Martin, "Has she been good?" Not that Vanessa was ever really bad, it was just Martin was a good friend and loyal worker and Jerry appreciated him caring for his daughter and driving her around. Tag: Vanessa Whitmore-Cross . ~*~

[Vanessa Whitmore-Cross]

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Vanessa frowned at her dad when she heard him on the phone but she knew to keep her voice down when he was on an important call. Though when she got a smile and a wave it cheered her right up and she ran under his desk and decided to start minding her own business until her dad was off the phone. He was doing grown up talk and she’d been told that it was usually very important if he was on the phone. She didn’t like the phone, it kept her daddy’s attention.

Vanessa heard her dad hang up and her head peeked out from under the desk. “I like coming to visit you!” She liked it when she came to visit at his work. That meant she got to see more of him. “Um… I forgot.” She shrugged her shoulders but then went digging in her bag while her dad and Martin talked.

“Energetic as always Jerry.” He chuckled looking towards the two. “If you need anything let me know but I think she’s in good hands.” He knew that Vanessa was safe with Jerry and he really needed a break from the day but he would be within a phone call if he was truly needed.

Vanessa had climbed up in Jerry’s lap showing him some clay thing she’d made in art class. “It’s a fishie!” It looked more like a painted blob but then again Vanessa wasn’t exactly always the best art student out there. Her head was more into the stories and stuff they did in school. “I named him Bob.”



⚓ _{Jeremiah Whitmore} ⚓

[attr="class","de2"]VANESSA WHITMORE

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[Jeremiah Whitmore]

Jeremiah smiled at his daughter when she told him she liked to come and see him at work. He liked it to, he liked getting the extra time with her. Though balancing getting his work done and entertaining the happy ball of energy that was his daughter could be a little challenging sometimes... especially when she burst in during the middle of a call. “Um… I forgot.” "Glad to see my tuition money is being put to good use." He jested, though the humor was more for himself and Martin as Vanessa wouldn't get it. "Thanks, Martin. Take care." He said as his friend made his exit. He looked at Vanessa as she climbed up on his lap, he helped her onto his knee and smiled as she presented him with her artwork. “It’s a fishie!” “I named him Bob.” Jerry grinned broadly at his daughter, even letting out a little chuckle, "Wow, you did a good job." He encouraged her. "Bob, huh? I like that." He took Bob from her and placed him on the desk next to the picture he had of Vanessa, "I'll tell you what. Bob can live on my desk, how about that?" He loved the drawings and trinkets she made for him, they wasn't great works of art by any stretch of the imagination, but Vanessa always made them with love as a gift just for him and that made them worth more than any Picasso painting or Michelangelo sculpture ever would be. "You like doing your art work don't you?" He asked her with a smile, knowing she loved to draw and colour in. "Well because you've been so good at school I got you something." He pulled out the big, thin draw on his desk and took out the small gift he had bought for his little girl. A new tin of coloring pencils that he'd tied a bow around. "I hope you like it." He said, handing it to Vanessa. Tag: Vanessa Whitmore-Cross . ~*~

[Vanessa Whitmore-Cross]

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Vanessa tilted her head sideways at his dad when he started talking about the tuition money. She had no idea what he was talking about. Sure she understand the concept of money but what as tuition? “Daddy what is tutu money?” She was general curious and asked a lot of questions. Vanessa was an adorable handful and she was likely not going to be satisfied until she got an answer.

She wrapped her arms around her dad’s neck when he said that Bob could live here. Well at least there would be someone here to keep her dad company. This wasn’t the first time nor would it be the last time that Vanessa be in the office; but it wasn’t like she could stay here while her dad was working.

Vanessa did like to draw and color and paint and stuff just like any little girl did; but she was definitely not going to get any job in drawing. “I do! It’s super fun!” She squealed. She was about to run over to the window when her dad told her that he had something for her. Vanessa loved to watch people out the window at his work.

There was a tin, but this one wasn’t crayons. This was colored pencils! Colored pencils were so much better, they were longer and didn’t break in half if you scribbled with them. Broken tips were easily fixed with a pencil sharpener. Though one thing Vanessa was good at even at a young age was taking care of her things, even if she did sometimes leave clutter around.

Oh right. Manners she had those. “Thank you Daddy!!” She put the tin on his desk behind her and reached up to hug him tightly again. Vanessa smiled and kissed him on the cheek.



⚓ _{Jeremiah Whitmore} ⚓

[attr="class","de2"]VANESSA WHITMORE

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[Jeremiah Whitmore]

“Daddy what is tutu money?” Jerry chuckled lightly. Oh Vanessa was still so young and innocent with everything still left to learn about the world, and he wanted to keep her that way for as long as he could. She'd be an adult for the rest of her life so he was gonna let her have as much of a childhood as he could while she was still just a child. "It's just a bill grown ups have to pay." He smiled, giving her the simple answer. She didn't need to know about tuition or mortgages or health insurance, she just needed to be a sweet, carefree 7 year old girl. He smiled at seeing the joy on her face when she squealed confirming her love for arts and crafts. She was a happy ball of energy and it never took much to make her smile or squeal. “Thank you Daddy!!” He returned her hug as she wrapped her arms around him and kissed his cheek, "You're welcome, Princess." Yep it didn't take much to make her happy. As he hugged her he saw an important work email appear on his screen, "Why don't you try them out?" He asked happily. He lifted her off his lap, standing her back on the floor so that he could get some blank paper out of his desk for her to draw on, "Here you go." He said handing her a few sheets in order to busy her so he could reply to his email. Tag: Vanessa Whitmore-Cross . ~*~

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[attr="class","Whitmorenert"]Vanessa’s innocence of the world was viewed with open arms and a love for everyone. There wasn’t a person that young Vanessa didn’t want to try and be friends with. There was an abundance of smiles for everyone. Though he dad’s smile always made her own even bigger. “So you have lots of tutus?” Well she knew what a tutu was and she was smart enough to figure out money bought things. So why not tutus? No wait that couldn’t be right, that wasn’t what he was talking about was it. She made a face.

The bounce the Vanessa took on was never really faked, if she was having a bad day the whole world knew about it and she’d storm around with just as much energy. Though the tantrum tornado was well hidden for now.

Vanessa liked being a princess. Now if only she could be a real princess, all would be right in the world. Her daddy was the king in her eyes after all. Vanessa was all smiles until she was on the floor. No, she didn’t want to be on the floor.

Vanessa took the sheets of paper and climbed under the desk to color. This was not how this was supposed to work at all. She frowned as she started coloring a tree. The tree would have apples and cherries and pears growing on it. No… “Daddy how do you draw a pear?” Well maybe he’d help her color?

∵ Jeremiah Whitmore ∵

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[attr="class","Whitmorenerlyric"]Every heart has a mission
And we are called to be human

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[Jeremiah Whitmore]

Jerry smiled when Vanessa confused herself over Tutus and made a face. She was amusing, but then kids were. "All you need to know is that Daddy takes care of it and you don't have to worry." He told her lovingly. Well actually his accountants took care of it for him, but the point still stood. Jerry watched his daughter climb under his desk by his feet and he began composing a reply to the email. But it wasn't long before he heard Vanessa's voice asking for his help. “Daddy how do you draw a pear?” His fingers stopped on the keyboard and he looked down at her, "A pear?" He took his hands off the keyboard and grabbed a piece of paper and a normal pen, "Well you start kind of small at the top and then make it fatter as you get to the bottom." He said as he drew the rough shape of a pear for her.   "Kind of like that." He handed her his sheet of paper to use as a guide, "But of course you're the artist, not me." He smiled. She wasn't Picasso but he always made her feel like she was. Who knew, painting and art might be what she would do one day, or maybe it was just a way to keep her busy whenever she needed something to do. Either way she loved doing her art work and he liked seeing how happy it made her. So it would always be 'wow' and 'great job' to anything she scribbled out for him because she was only 7 and if she couldn't have a head full of dreams then when could she? Tag: Vanessa Whitmore-Cross . ~*~

[Vanessa Whitmore-Cross]

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[attr="class","Whitmorenert"]Vanessa's first love was horses, not art. But she couldn't exactly bring her pony, Diana, into the building. Yes, she'd named her horse after Wonder Woman. When she had been younger she had called the pony Didi (pronounced Die Die) for short.

She was well aware of the fact that Diana could not climb however many stories they were up. She watched her dad draw her a pair and she smiled happy that she had something to copy off of. Well at least try to copy off of. Her pear ended up looking more like an egg than a pear. "Yeah Diana likes pears right?" She was of course referring to her pony. "I need to make her a pear so she can have a treat"

Vanessa knew her dad needed to work but she was always one for wanting his attention. After all it was just him and when she was home, he was her playmate. Sometimes she had friends over but being an only child meant she tried to mimick him more and grow up faster sometimes. It also meant she'd spend a lot of time bugging him when his attention was diverted elsewhere, like the email for instance.

∵ Jeremiah Whitmore ∵

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[attr="class","Whitmorenerlyric"]Every heart has a mission
And we are called to be human

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[Jeremiah Whitmore]

"Oh yeah Diana likes pares." He smiled. "She likes pares a lot. She just can't eat too many at once though." He told her. A smirk growing on his face as he looked watching her attempt at drawing the fruit. Jerry put his fingers back on the keyboard, but before he started typing he looked back down at his daughter, "What do you say we get Diana a couple of real pare later?" Well Vanessa was being good, she wanted her father's attention which was only natural, but she wasn't going to extremes or acting out to get it, so taking her to get some pairs for her beloved pet seemed like a fitting reward for her behavior. Besides Vanessa was his baby and he knew Diana was her baby, so considering how Vanessa had Jerry wrapped around her little finger it was not a surprise that he'd take her to get some of the juicy fruit. In fact it was almost a surprise that they didn't own a pare store by now. After that Jerry started tapping away at the keys composing his email and sending it once it was complete. "How's the picture coming? Is it done yet?" He asked, paying his little princes some attention between tasks. Tag: Vanessa Whitmore-Cross . ~*~

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[attr="class","Whitmorenert"]When dad mentioned getting real fruit for Diana, Vanessa jumped up and down and squealed happily. “Can we? Can we please?” She scrambled up from her drawing and climbed in his lap to give him a big hug before realizing that he was trying to work, and probably needed to get his work done and she really didn’t want to get in trouble so she climbed down at quickly as she had climbed up. At least she’d gotten her hug in.

She started coloring the pear in with the marker when her green marker stopped working so all she had was a green stem. The rest of the pencil outline right now was colorless. She had spent the time he was typing to search through the marker bin for another color marker. Pulling out a pink one she proudly announced what was happening when he asked about her pictures. “Well…. she exaggerated her well like it was the worst possible outcome about to be spit out of her mouth. ”.... my green marker stopped working. So I am going to have to make it pink.” With Vanessa, everything was pink or yellow, mostly pink.

She showed him the green marker before shoving it in the trash can with a loud thud. She made a cute little pouty sound. Vanessa hated when her markers ran out. Sure there were the colored pencils that Jerry had just given her that had green in them but the pencils weren’t dark enough for what she wanted. The outline and the rest of background had been done up in colored pencils and there was a pretty rainbow of colored pencils in the background.

∵ Jeremiah Whitmore ∵

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[attr="class","Whitmorenerlyric"]Every heart has a mission
And we are called to be human

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[Jeremiah Whitmore]

"Sure we can" he grinned as she climbed up to give him a hug. Oh all it took was a few pears and she was happy as could be She was a good kid and he counted himself blessed to have her as a daughter. Even though she was a ball of energy she was being well behaved and was letting him get on with his work as much as any kid could. “Well…. He smirked lightly as he looked over at her to listen to her reply. It was adorable how dramatic she could be sometimes. Well unless she was throwing a tantrum then not so much, but most of the time is was amusing. ”.... my green marker stopped working. So I am going to have to make it pink.” "Wow, Pink pears huh?" That sounds like unicorn food." Leave it to a child to choose pink as the next natural choice for a pear. "I wouldn't mind trying what a pink pear would taste like. Do you think it would taste like a normal pear or do you think it would taste different?" Sure there was no such thing as pink pears or unicorns but she was only seven so why not entertain her? He wished she could stay like that forever. It was just too bad that he had to work now and that he couldn't leave the office and spend time with his little girl while she was still his little girl. Well to him she would never stop being his little girl no matter how old she got, but she was going to grow up and have her own life one day and she wouldn't be drawing him pink fruit forever. He scrunched his mouth to one side as he thought to himself for a brief moment. He had an important call to make, if he made it now then he could get away with leaving everything else until the morning so that he could leave the office. No, he had two calls he needed to make. "Papa has to make two important phone calls, so if you finish your coloring in and stay very quiet while I'm on the phone then we can go see Diana." He said putting his finger over his lips as if making being quiet into a game for her. "How's that, Princess?" He asked, seeing if he had a deal with the seven year old before he picked up the phone and dialed the first number. Tag: Vanessa Whitmore-Cross . ~*~

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[attr="class","Whitmorenert"]Vanessa wasn't ignoring her dad but she was off in her own little world and didn't hear his question about pink pears. She did however hear him mention important phone calls. It was always phone calls, she could talk to him and show him things when he was writing but when he was talking. She made a frown but nodded in agreement. She climbed down off of his lap and laid on her stomach with the colored pencils. If she was going to have to be quiet maybe she didn't have to let her imagination be quiet. Instead of drawing she started writing.

Vanessa being Vanessa she started writing about the beach and a princess and getting married to a prince. The princess was riding a unicorn. Of course this was from the very mind of a child. Everything was all fairy tales to her. In fact, she enjoyed when her dad called her Princess. It made her feel special.

∵ Jeremiah Whitmore ∵

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[Jeremiah Whitmore]

"Good girl." He told her when she nodded and jumped down off his lap. Smiling as his daughter laid on the floor on her stomach Jerry picked up the receiver on his desk phone and put it to his ear. He was soon in the middle of the call with a lot of business jargon being used and a few big words being thrown around that Vanessa wouldn't understand. He still consecrated on the serious conversation he was having, but Jerry couldn't help but grin to himself as part of his brain started imagining what the conversation would sound like if 7 year old Vanessa was the one having it instead, that was an amusing thought. Part of him wondered what it would look like if he made Vanessa boss for the day. Amusing to watch maybe but having a 7 year old run things even for a day would probably turn his company into chaos. Jeremiah looked over at his little girl who was lost in her own world. No, once she was an adult she would be and adult for the rest of her life but right now she was his innocent and carefree little girl who drew pink pears and dreamed of unicorns and he was going to let her be a child for as long as possible and he'd handle the calls himself. Though he fantasized for a moment how nice it would be to not have responsibilities and be as care free as a child again. No letters to write, not contracts to sign, no meetings to attend and no business calls to make where a lot of jargon and blah-blah had to be used. But the truth was he was happy running his business and he wouldn't want to actually be like a child again, no just a few days of having no calls to make would be nice but that was called a vacation and maybe they should have one soon. After jotting down notes in his journal and making the progress he wanted Jerry wrapped the call and hung up the phone so he's be able to dial out again, "I'm almost done, Princess. I have just one more call to make then we can go." He told her as he dialed the phone again. Thankfully his second call was just to set dates and swap a couple of notes and that only took all of five minutes. Once he had tied things up for the day he stood up and grabbed his blazer as he stepped over to his daughter, "Okay, Daddy's all done." He told her with a smile. "Did you finish the drawing?" He asked as he looked down at the paper she was working on to find she had turned to writing, "Is that a story?" He asked enthusiastically. "Can I read it?" He asked, sitting on the floor with his daughter. He was always happy to see her work if it was a drawing, a story or a lump of clay she had formed into a vaguely recognizable shape. "Okay, grab your things and lets go see Diana." He said, standing to his feet when they were ready to head out. "So I was thinking maybe we could take a little vacation." He told her as he closed the office door behind them. "Where do you think we should go? Somewhere sunny?" He asked as he stopped at the elevator so that Vanessa could press the button. Tag: Vanessa Whitmore-Cross . ~*~