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“Hmm, no, I think we’ll stick with this one.”
She was grumbling to herself when her chin was cupped in his hand once again.
“Stop sulking, Little Blossom.”
“Sorry, Daddy.” Great. She was ruining what was supposed to be a fun trip. She was in a store for Littles!
How was that even possible?
They moved down the aisle and she glanced around. This aisle was filled with toy planes, trucks, and cars. As well as some superhero action figures. None of it was really anything she wanted, though.
“Not what you’re interested in, huh, Little Blossom?” Reuben asked.
“Sorry, Daddy.”
“Nothing to be sorry about.”
The next aisle had her perking up. It was filled with dolls and their accessories. There were so many different dolls. She gazed around in amazement. And there were clothes and strollers and beds and everything a Little could want.
Reuben chuckled. “I think we’re in the right place now.”
“Look, Daddy! That one looks like me.” She did. She had big blue eyes and curly dark-brown hair.
“She’s cute and apparently her name is Petal,” he told her.
It was?
Oh, she was perfect.
Clasping her hands together, Faith turned to look at Reuben. “May I have her, Daddy?”
“You certainly may.” He grabbed Petal off the shelf. She was still in her packaging so Faith couldn’t really hug her. But she put her carefully into the cart.
Reuben turned back to look at the accessories as two people joined entered the aisle. One of them was a small woman with her hair up in a ponytail. The man towered over her. He was slim but muscular.
He was wearing a pair of blue denim shorts and a white T-shirt. And he was wearing a harness.
“Mommy, I don’t want to look at dolls. I want to go to the Lego aisle,” he complained as the woman stopped.
Oh wow.
So he was a Little? Faith had never actually met another Little. Well, other than Cat, of course. And she’d talked to Juliet on the phone once. But she didn’t really think that counted.
“No, we have to buy something for Eliza’s birthday,” the woman said sternly.
“I don’t want to go to Eliza’s birthday. She’s mean.” He pouted.
“Charlie,” his Mommy warned. “Behave yourself and help me pick something out.”
Charlie huffed out a sigh and turned away.
“Charlie, which doll?” she asked.
He shook his head.
“Charlie, stop sulking and help me.”
“No!” Charlie added a stomp of his foot and poked his tongue out at his Mommy.
