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Pippa came out of her classroom with her classmates wearing her pink backpack and carrying the wooden shoe that she decorated in art class. Running down the hall she stood outside the elevator and waited for Jarvis to open the door for her. When he did, she went inside and said, "Jarvis, please take me home."
"My pleasure," Jarvis said as he closed the doors and rose the car to the floor that housed Pippa and her fathers.
'Thank you, Jarvis," Pippa said, running into her apartment yelling for her daddy.
"You alright, baby," Clint asked, coming into the living room.
"I had a very good day," Pippa said, holding her arms out to Clint.
Clint picked-up his little girl and kissed her cheek. "What did you do today?"
"I painted a shoe in art class," Pippa said, holding-up her wooden shoe to show her daddy.
"Okay, I bite," Clint said. "What's the shoe for?"
"You've never heard of Sinterklass?" Phil asked, joining his husband and daughter.
"I don't think I ever heard of that before," Clint said.
"We learned about it in class today," Pippa said. "It's why we made the wood shoes pretty. Do you think he'll come tonight and bring me candy?"
"Were you a good girl?" Clint asked.
Pippa nodded vigorously.
"Then I think there will be candy in your future," Clint said. "How about you do your homework and put out your shoe where Miss Lucy said to put it and I'll start dinner."
"Thank you, Daddy," Pippa said.
"Are you going to help Daddy?" Pippa asked her Poppy.
"I'll probably chop the vegetables for him," Phil said.
"What kind of veggies are we having?" Pippa asked.
"Something green," Phil said."As many green veggies as possible."
"Okay, Poppy," Pippa said, before running off to her bedroom to put her shoe in her bedroom window and do her homework.
When Pippa disappeared down the hall, Clint bit his lip and looked at Phil. "Will you please watch Pippa tonight after she goes to bed and I'll go to the communal kitchen and make candy?"
"You never have to ask," Phil said. "I know I'm still not good at this yet, but I love our little girl."
"I know you do," Clint said, taking Phil's face between his hands and pressing their lips together.