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king-sized Snickers bar and wrapped a coffee gift certificate around it. I signed the certificate with his pet name for me.
I pulled up to Cree’s modest white ranch-style house. It was a two-story home with a wraparound porch and a white picket fence. It was simple yet breathtaking. I grabbed my gifts and made my way to the door. Annie answered the door in a swimsuit and mismatching flip-flops. Her hair was a complete disaster. It looked like she tried to put it up into a bun using three ponytail holders. She ushered me to the kitchen.
“Daddy! Milly is here and look what she brought me!”
When we rounded the corner, all the air whooshed out of me. Cree was standing in the kitchen barefoot in a snug brown t-shirt that said “Farm Boy” across his chest and low-riding jeans that hung off his narrow hips. His normal trucker style ball cap was sitting crooked on the top of his head while he was cooking. He was very dangerous on the eyes.
“Wow! You look amazing,” Cree said, waving a spatula at me!
“You clean up rather nice, too.”
He made his way around the kitchen island to give me hug, while still holding his spatula covered in some sort of sauce. I handed him his Snickers bar with a shy smile. He unwrapped the gift certificate and let out a laugh. Then he bent down and kissed me on the forehead. I didn’t know what to do. He completely shocked the living hell out of me with that kiss. I wanted to freeze-frame the moment forever, never forgetting the way his soft lips felt on my skin.
His voice snapped me out of my trance.
“Annie, I told you to put on some clothes.”
“Daddy, I’m trying to play Malibu Barbie here!” she said as she cocked her hand on one hip and shook her head at her dad. This girl had some sass; I loved it.
“Do you mind if I help her finish her Malibu Barbie outfit while you finish dinner?”
“Sure, go ahead. Be back here in ten minutes though, ladies.”
Annie led me to her very pink and purple bedroom. She had a canopy bed, fairies, Barbies, princesses—you name it, this girl had it. Her room was very clean and organized. With a very serious face, Annie explained to me that she wanted to dress up as Malibu Barbie.
I took her hair down and combed through the knots she managed to put in it. I made a perfect bun on top of her head and placed one of the flowers in her hair that I brought for her. We found matching flip-flops and a cute swim skirt in her closet. She insisted on makeup to finish her outfit. I hollered downstairs to get Cree’s permission.
“Cree! Annie is asking for makeup. Do I have the go ahead from her dad?”
“Yep!”
We came into the kitchen five minutes later. “Without further ado, I give you Malibu Barbie!”
Annie strutted into the kitchen, showing off her costume to her dad. Cree put on the charm and acted like he had never seen such a beautiful Barbie. I didn’t realize that as I was watching the father/daughter interaction play out before me, I was tearing up. I quickly pushed down my emotions and tried giggling at the father/daughter duo before me.
Annie showed me where to sit.
“Daddy always serves us the meal. You just have to sit here and tell him what you want… ‘kay?”
“Annie, Milly can get her own food if she wants.”
“Nope! I want the royal treatment here just like Malibu Barbie. You know, a girl could get used to this.”
Cree just shook his head and chuckled. Minutes later, he placed our plates in front of us and I froze with fear and terror. Cree had made mac n’ cheese for dinner. My poppy was the only one that made me this meal. I loved eating it when he would make it for me growing up, but it always reminded me of my empty tummy and my wet underwear. I haven’t had mac n’ cheese since my Poppy died.
“Daddy makes the best mac n’ cheese. He’s the best cooker!”
“It’s just from the box, so don’t get too worked up over it, Milly”
I watched Cree kiss the top of Annie’s head as she dug into
I pulled up to Cree’s modest white ranch-style house. It was a two-story home with a wraparound porch and a white picket fence. It was simple yet breathtaking. I grabbed my gifts and made my way to the door. Annie answered the door in a swimsuit and mismatching flip-flops. Her hair was a complete disaster. It looked like she tried to put it up into a bun using three ponytail holders. She ushered me to the kitchen.
“Daddy! Milly is here and look what she brought me!”
When we rounded the corner, all the air whooshed out of me. Cree was standing in the kitchen barefoot in a snug brown t-shirt that said “Farm Boy” across his chest and low-riding jeans that hung off his narrow hips. His normal trucker style ball cap was sitting crooked on the top of his head while he was cooking. He was very dangerous on the eyes.
“Wow! You look amazing,” Cree said, waving a spatula at me!
“You clean up rather nice, too.”
He made his way around the kitchen island to give me hug, while still holding his spatula covered in some sort of sauce. I handed him his Snickers bar with a shy smile. He unwrapped the gift certificate and let out a laugh. Then he bent down and kissed me on the forehead. I didn’t know what to do. He completely shocked the living hell out of me with that kiss. I wanted to freeze-frame the moment forever, never forgetting the way his soft lips felt on my skin.
His voice snapped me out of my trance.
“Annie, I told you to put on some clothes.”
“Daddy, I’m trying to play Malibu Barbie here!” she said as she cocked her hand on one hip and shook her head at her dad. This girl had some sass; I loved it.
“Do you mind if I help her finish her Malibu Barbie outfit while you finish dinner?”
“Sure, go ahead. Be back here in ten minutes though, ladies.”
Annie led me to her very pink and purple bedroom. She had a canopy bed, fairies, Barbies, princesses—you name it, this girl had it. Her room was very clean and organized. With a very serious face, Annie explained to me that she wanted to dress up as Malibu Barbie.
I took her hair down and combed through the knots she managed to put in it. I made a perfect bun on top of her head and placed one of the flowers in her hair that I brought for her. We found matching flip-flops and a cute swim skirt in her closet. She insisted on makeup to finish her outfit. I hollered downstairs to get Cree’s permission.
“Cree! Annie is asking for makeup. Do I have the go ahead from her dad?”
“Yep!”
We came into the kitchen five minutes later. “Without further ado, I give you Malibu Barbie!”
Annie strutted into the kitchen, showing off her costume to her dad. Cree put on the charm and acted like he had never seen such a beautiful Barbie. I didn’t realize that as I was watching the father/daughter interaction play out before me, I was tearing up. I quickly pushed down my emotions and tried giggling at the father/daughter duo before me.
Annie showed me where to sit.
“Daddy always serves us the meal. You just have to sit here and tell him what you want… ‘kay?”
“Annie, Milly can get her own food if she wants.”
“Nope! I want the royal treatment here just like Malibu Barbie. You know, a girl could get used to this.”
Cree just shook his head and chuckled. Minutes later, he placed our plates in front of us and I froze with fear and terror. Cree had made mac n’ cheese for dinner. My poppy was the only one that made me this meal. I loved eating it when he would make it for me growing up, but it always reminded me of my empty tummy and my wet underwear. I haven’t had mac n’ cheese since my Poppy died.
“Daddy makes the best mac n’ cheese. He’s the best cooker!”
“It’s just from the box, so don’t get too worked up over it, Milly”
I watched Cree kiss the top of Annie’s head as she dug into
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