Cheekie

[…] she must truckle to the party in power, so she nodded brightly to the guardian as she approached the baby. “Tiddledyumps!” she cooed. “Ooh, what fine pink cheekies![…]”

How about we pinch those fat cheekies, Seidick?

I rubbed the light, tinted cream on my cheekies and down my nose.

Cheekies so chubby and feeties so fatty that I feared total strangers would be unable to resist eating her up when they passed by on the street.

Sometimes I remind myself of one of those overbearing aunties who kiss and cuddle and pinch the cheekies and speak with puckered lips and wide eyes and Christ, I must look obnoxious.

Her face is soft (her cute cheekies) and warm.

And can he ever “work” those blue and gold eyes and his gold “cheekies” to get almost anything he wants!

“It was you who said you wanted to grab his face and pinch his honest little cheekies.”

She took hold of my face and kissed both cheeks. “I kiss your cheekies with my love.[…]”

I blushed - one of my easiest exercises. One just had to look at me and I got red cheekies.

"Where's my morning kiss?" he would demand of the girls. "No cheekies, now. No cheekies."