Little Miss Levine


13. Chapter 13

(Adam's POV)

"Wake up! We got places to be and people to see!", I yelled as I smacked my daughter on the back of the head with a pillow.

"I don't wanna get up.", she groaned.

"We're going shopping...", I cooed.

"What are we shopping for?", she asked.

"I told you I'd take you on a shopping spree like a month ago and I still haven't. You're gonna get to meet my parents today, too.", I said.

"Okay.", she sighed. "I guess that gives me reason to wake up so early."

"Jolie, it's 8 o'clock. It's not that early.", I sat down on the edge of the bed.

"That's early on a Saturday.", she sat up. I started laughing at her. Her hair was in a total mess.

"Someone's got a nasty case of bed head!", I joked. "Get dressed!", I yelled, walking out of her room.

"I'm ready.", she yawned, walking into the the living room and sitting on my lap, snuggling her nose into my neck.

"If you don't get off me, then we can't leave.", I chuckled. She was already asleep again. We sat like that long enough to let me watch a full episode of Fast 'N' Loud. She finally looked up and rolled off of me.

"Sorry.", she mumbled sleepily.

"How much sleep did you get last night?", I asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"I don't know. Not much.", she answered, picking up her bag. She walked out of the house in front of me. I just happened to notice something Jesse had pointed out to me. She has the nicest sway in her hips. I mean, she's my daughter, I didn't think of it that way. It's just great to know that I have a good looking daughter. She gets her looks from me, I thought. But then I started laughing because she actually looks just like her mom. She turned around and gave me a confused look.

"What's so funny?", she questioned.

"Oh, nothing. We're going in my car, by the way.", I reminded her. "Why are you wearing heels?" , I asked as we got into the car. "I've never seen you wear heels."

"Oh. You said we were going to meet the family, so I wanted to look a little more decent than usual.", she said. She always wore jeans and a sweatshirt or t shirt. Today she had on a pastel pink sweater with a black cross on it, black ankle skinny jeans, and black heels. Her makeup was even different.

"Oh. Well you look beautiful.", I smiled.

"You only say that because you're my dad.", she rolled her eyes, but still blushed at the compliment.

"The guys are always talking about how pretty you are!", I exclaimed.

"Yeah, you're right. I am pretty hot.", she flipped her hair back.

"Now, I didn't say that.", I laughed.

"I'm sure the guys did, though.", she giggled. "These shoes even make me 4 inches taller! I almost reach your shoulder now!", she announced proudly.

"You're short, just like your mom.", I added.

"Yeah," she sighed. "Just like her. I'm actually taller than her." I nodded.

"We're here!", I announced as we pulled into my parent's driveway. She took a deep breath and opened the passenger door. She stumbled a little as she got out.

"Do you have your other shoes with you?", I sighed.

"They're in my bag.", she said, with a hand on the hood of the car for support.

"Go put them on.", I ordered.

"But I look pretty!", she argued.

"Stumbling isn't pretty.", I crossed my arms. She huffed and opened her door again getting her bag, sitting down on the ground to change.

"I guess you're right. This is more comfortable.", she agreed as I helped her up.

"Comfortable is pretty.", I continued.

"Those girls you date never look comfortable in their high heels.", she scoffed.

"Please don't bring that up. I told you, I'm done dating trashy models.", I glared. As we went inside she squeezed my hand. She was so nervous. "Hey, there's nothing to worry about, okay?", I assured her. She nodded.

"Mom? Where you at?", I echoed through the house.

"In the kitchen, dear!", she yelled back. I led Jolie to the kitchen. She held my hand, but still hid behind me. "Adam, when are you going to bring that child of yours around? You said soon!", my mom asked.

"I brought her today. Jolie, come here.", I turned around to see her studying some of mother's nic nacs she kept in a glass case.

"Oh, sorry. I remember my grandmother on my mom's side having some of those little glass shoes.", she apologized. She pranced into the kitchen and held my hand again. "Nice to me you, Mrs. Levine.", she held her hand out.

"Oh no, no, no. I want a hug. I've waited too long for just a handshake.", my mom said before embracing Jolie. "You're a beautiful girl, you get it from your dad.", mom looked her up and down.

"Yeah, she does!", I agreed. I knew it. Jolie blushed hot pink.

"Who do I hear in there? It can't be Adam, can it?", my dad asked before busting into the room.

"There's my boy.", dad hugged me, then bent down to my daughter's level. "And you must be Jay. Last time I saw Matt, he went on and on about you!", he exclaimed. "Adam, why don't you talk about your daughter so much?", he shot at me.

"I, uh. I...", I struggled to find an answer.

"It doesn't matter. Let us get to know her.", my mom cut me off. We all took a seat at the dining room table.

(My POV)

Oh, god. No. I don't wanna be questioned!

"Adam told me last week that you were raised a southerner. Where'd you grow up?", Patsy asked.

"Northeast Alabama. But I lived in Florida and Georgia with my manager for a short time.", I answered with a smile.

"I can tell that you have an accent. Not as heavy as Blake's, though!", Fred laughed.

"Gosh, I wish my accent was as thick as Blake's. I love to hear him talk.", I chuckled.

"So you've met him already? Nice man, isn't he?", Patsy questioned.

"Oh, no. I haven't actually met him yet.", I said.

"She'll meet him next week. I'm taking her with me.", Adam chimed in.

"You need to take her to a Lakers game!", Patsy suggested. "You are a Lakers fan, right?", she turned back to me.

"I'm more of a Chicago Bulls or Brooklyn Nets kinda girl. I've been to quite a few Celtics game with my co-worker, Nick, too.", I replied. "But I'd love to go!" They all smiled at my enthusiasm.

"Are you staying for lunch?", Fred asked as Adam got up.

"No, we're going shopping. I think we'll get something somewhere.", he said.

"Okay. You two have a nice day out. Come back soon, don't wait so long!", Patsy said before hugging me.

"We will, I promise.", Adam responded as we walked out of the door.

(Adam's POV)

"Woah.", I heard Jolie say quietly as we pulled up to all the shops. I laughed at her amusement. Typical small town person. "We didn't have this many shops in one place at home.", she said.

"Yeah, I could tell. You seemed surprised.", I chuckled. She blushed hot pink again. "Let's start on this end, and work out way up the street.", I suggested.

"Okay.", she agreed.

"Just tell me when you see somewhere you want to go inside.", I reminded her. She nodded and pointed to store.

"Here.", she pushed open the door. It looked kinda gothic, but she was a little dark. For her ghost hunting stuff, she was required to wear mostly black.

"If you want something, just put in the cart. I'm buying everything.", I said.

"You really don't have to do that.", she sighed.

"Yes, I do. I never sent your mother a child support check and I'm going to pay back every dime.", I insisted.

"Okay.", she shrugged. She picked up a pair of black and white flats, looked at the price, and looked at me again. "Are you sure you want to pay for everything we buy today?", she asked again.

"I'm sure! Now go wild, get anything you want. The price and total at the end of the day doesn't matter.", I laughed. She put the shoes in the basket and walked on. Everything we had bought was a dark color when we got out, so I guess she had an entire wardrobe for her investigations now.

"Hey, you're doing an interview with us next week and you need a dress. Pick a few out.", I mentioned.

"I have an interview? With you? And the rest of the guys?", she turned around and cocked an eyebrow.

"Yes! Aren't you excited?", I exclaimed.

"This is my first interview.", she admitted.

"You'll do great. Now pick out some dresses or skirts or whatever.", I ordered.

(My POV)

I once again felt like Daisy in The Great Gatsby. Dad bought me everything from formal dresses to swimsuits. "Thanks...", I said as we dropped all the bags in the living room.

"No problem! How'd you like your grandparents?", he asked.

"I really love them. It's nice to know I have a real family now.", I admitted. Mushy sounding.

"Yeah, you do. Always remember that.", he said before hugging me.

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