Friday: Do you know what day it is?! It’s black Friday! And Mr. Wellington was nice enough to give us that day off. Though I’m sure it was just to avoid the whining of \\ us not getting to go to all those amazing sales.


**Collab with Gianna :D**

I was flicking through a rack of clothes with some of the girls, when a familiar face caught my eye. I glanced over and saw Carson idly walking through the toddler section with a confused expression across his face. I smiled to myself, he had no clue what he was doing.

“Hey, I’ll be right back.” I said to August who was too enthralled with a pile of cashmere sweaters to even notice what I was saying. She mumbled something and waved a hand at me. I rolled my eyes but strolled over to Carson.

“Need some help?” I asked from behind him. He jumped and whirled around to face me.

“God, couldn’t you have like coughed or something?” He asked getting his breath back. I gave him a small smile and shrugged my shoulders.

“So did you need help or not, you look lost.” I said eyeing the two dresses he had in his hands.

"Yeah," he held up the two dresses "I know her size… I'm just sort of lost on what's in style for four year olds." He muttered looking back down at the dresses, which really should have never been allowed to be sold.

"She's already picky?" I asked laughing, if she was then she be one big handful when she got to her teen years.

"She's a girl,"he said shrugging, as if it explained everything, which it kind of did. I grabbed the dresses from him and put them back on the hanger, there was no way he’d be leaving the store with those to garments. "My taste is that bad?"

"No... Not if the kids at her kindergarten are blind." I said turning away from him so he wouldn’t see my grin. I flipped through the rack in front of me, and found nothing noteworthy so I moved onto the next one. With a smile I picked up a dress that looked like a wearable version of a costume on of the girls had worn recently at the club. It was perfect. "Now this is adorable." I said hanging it in front of me so he could see everything.

"It's adorable that you're helping me, but I don't know.." He trailed off, fi.ngering the edge of the dress with a skeptic look in his eyes.
"I'd wear it," I offered winking at him, his eyes smoldered at me for a second with desire before he composed himself and took the dress from me, draping it over his arm.

"That's one present down and a dozen to go..." he said with an almost grimace.

“Oh don’t look so put out about it, when you see her smile when she’s opening them all, it’ll be worth it.” I said hooking my arm through his so I could drag him through the moms who were all compacted into the tiny store.

“I know it will be. . . but I hate shopping.” He grumbled as a pushy mom almost ran over him in her pursuit of a rack of clothes.

“It gets better, trust me.” I said giving him a wink as we finally made it to the display I had my eyes on.

“Shoes?” He asked picking up a miniature Ugg slipper.

“Yes, a girl can never have too many shoes.” I said with a smile as I searched over the shoes quickly and grabbing two pairs. “Okay now we just need to find a sales person. . .” I trailed off, cursing softly when I saw the few who were working, were practically running their feet off with parents demanding and yelling at them in a constant stream of noise.

“And this is why I hate shopping, too many people.” Carson said as he was bumped into none to gently by yet another passing mother.

“I know, but just hold on a second, I’ll be right back.” I said patting his shoulder encouragingly as I left him to get a sales person.

“What? You’re leaving me here?!” He shouted at me as I made my way through the people.

“I’ll be right back!” I said back to him as I finally found someone. Thankfully it was a man. “Um excuse me?” I asked letting my voice go a little husky as I dropped a hand on his arm to get his attention. He started to look at me with annoyed expression but when his eyes registered what was in front of him, he immediately perked up and gave me grin.

“Hello Miss, anything I can do for you?” He said emphasizing the ‘anything’ with a I’m sure what he thought was an alluring look.

“Yes could get me these two shoes in a size 3 and a half. I’d appreciate it so much.” I said smiling up at him adoringly.

“Of course, right away.” He said taking the shoes and practically running to the employee’s only door. He came back within a minute with both of the boxes and a wide smile. I thanked him and smiled triumphantly as I made my way back to Carson who was eyeing me with an expression I couldn’t decipher. 

"You're welcome." I said handing him the boxes with a wink. He took them with a rueful smile and a shake of his head. “Now what?”, I asked with a hand on my hip. “What’s with the face?” I said nudging him with my elbow when he didn’t answer.

"What face?" he asked, his eyebrows drawing together.

"You look like you're disappointed in men everywhere.." I said with a small smile.

"That guy just caved," he shrugged, "I was kind of embarrassed for him." He said chuckling. Well the guy did, a few bats of my eyelashes and few sweet words and he was mine. I give him a smirk and then began walking away, making sure the was an extra sway to my hips. "I bet you're staring at my a.ss right now. . . If I'm right, you're treating me to lunch." I called after him, with a smile.

"I hope you like Italian food," I heard him sigh "I've been craving it since yesterday... I don't think I could eat anymore turkey." He said walking up behind me.

"You cooked?" I asked looking over my shoulder at him, now that was surprising.

"I'm a father… Of course I cooked." He said as if it were obvious.

“Huh.” I said, “You just don’t look like someone who cooks.” I shrugged, getting behind a lady in line for the cash register.

“Well I have too, can’t have my daughter starving.” He said jokingly.

“No we wouldn’t want that.” I laughed.

“So where to next?” He asked as we moved up to the front of the line. He put the dress and the shoes on the counter.

“Well I think we made a pretty good dent in your shopping, so I was thinking, we could get some of that Italian food you were mentioning.” I said leaning a hip against the counter as he paid for his daughter’s presents. “Not to mention I’m starving.” I said.

“Sounds good.” He grabbed the bags from the sales lady. “Come on, I know the best place.” He said grinning at me as we began making our way out of the store. I followed him out to his car. He unlocked his side of the car and three the bags into the back seat before leaning over the center console, to unlock my door. But I hesitated, with my door on the handle, wondering if this was a good idea. He smirked at me and opened the door.

“Do you not trust me?” He asked grinning up at me. I bit my lip and climbed in.

“I’m not sure yet.”

"I wouldn't ever harm or take advantage of a woman,” he grinned even wider, "Scouts honor."

"You were a boy scout?" I asked, pulling my seatbelt over my lap, he just kept surprising me left and right.

"Yep. Five years." He said starting the car. I laughed, now that was really surprising.

“I never would've guessed…" I said quietly eyeing him with new eyes.

"I don't seem like the type?" He asked with a smile as he pulled out of the parking spot.

"Not at all... Then again, I don't really know what type you are." I said truthfully.

"I keep my life a mystery." He said shrugging, and he certainly did.
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