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“They don’t,” he answered smugly. “I had them made.”
“Cool, someone local?”
“No, the company made them.”
My jaw dropped, turning to him to see a big grin on his face. “You said you wanted them, and I had a few vintage t-shirts made as well, to wear with them and this.”
Reaching out a tentative hand, I grasped the box he held out to me. How do I guard my heart against him, when all he’s ever done is make my life a dream come true? Inside the box was a pair of authentic white leather and tartan Bay City Roller platform shoes with several pairs of crazy knee-high socks to wear with them.
I couldn’t even fathom how he’d been able to pull it off, but I was for sure wearing this get-up for our date.
I threw myself into his arms. “Thank you, Daddy, I don’t even know what to say.” The tears threatened to fall I was so overcome by his generous giving.
He untangled himself from my death grip, peering down at me, almost puzzled. “This really makes you happy, doesn’t it, sweet girl?”
“It really does, Daddy. I just feel like it’s okay to be me when I’m with you.”
He cupped my chin and lightly kissed my lips. “Would you try the outfit on for me?”
“Hell, ya. I mean, yes, Sir.” I grinned, kicking him out of the giant walk-in, and bringing in my new treasures.
I was ready fifteen minutes later, in a vintage Pepsi t-shirt that matched the crazy plaid socks. The jeans fit like a glove, better than any jeans I’d ever worn before. I threw my hair up into a side handle ponytail and exited the closet to the sounds of Saturday Night, a Bay City Rollers classic.
I modeled my outfit, and Noah clapped and whistled.
“Your ass looks amazing in those. I’m buying you ten more pairs.”
I burst out laughing. “Okay, but you’ve got to get the guy’s version so I can see your amazing derriere in a pair of these.”
“Deal, now if you are ready for our date, I’m ready to escort you.”
I slid my arm through his, surprised when he marched us to the kitchen instead of the elevator.
“I thought we’d stay in and make ourselves personal pizzas. I even have shapers because round is so today, and don’t we want yesterday?” he teased.
I clapped my hands excitedly. “Yasss, Daddy, this is perfect.”
Noah had prepared the counter in sections. One area held pre-made pizza dough that we could form into any shape we wanted. Next to that were a variety of sauces for the base and further on, every topping you could think of plus extras I never dreamed of putting on a pizza. An array of dough shapers sat beside the toppings, and I grabbed a giant unicorn cutter and brought it over to my dough.
“You’ve thought of everything, Daddy. One day I will be a very jealous Middle of a very lucky Little. You are the best Daddy in the entire world.” I meant it as a compliment, but it brought to the surface a topic we’d both been avoiding.
Noah shuttered his eyes before I could ascertain his true feelings regarding what I’d said. Opening the fridge, he grabbed two bottles of beer, and removing the caps, he handed me one.
“Cheers.”
“Cheers.” I clinked my bottle against his. The 70s and 80s continued to pump through the speaker system while we got busy making our first pizza. I made pesto sauce with sundried tomatoes, baby shrimp, red onions, and goat feta. Noah made garlic with roasted tomatoes, beef, cheddar, and spiced pierogies. We took our first plate out to the deck with another bottle of beer.
“Oh my god, this is so good. Here, try a bite.” He took a large bite of the slice I held in front of his mouth.
“That is pretty good but try this.”
I took a bite of his pizza. “Hmm, it’s missing something. I think you need sour cream on top and bacon bits.”
Noah looked surprised but went and grabbed both items and added them to his slice. He took a bite, eyes wide with surprise.
“You’re right, this is so much better, you try.”
I ended up eating half his pizza and after some digestion time; we went back and made one pizza together in the shape of a heart with only cheese. Very expensive cheese and many different kinds, most of which I couldn’t pronounce.
