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Price pushed the cart forward trying to navigate the maze that the large home improvement store was, he already passed every single sign guiding him to where he was supposed to be as well as a bunch of employees. Even with that he still pushed forward and forward, as usual he didn’t want to ask for any help which probably had to do something with masculine pride. Inside of the empty cart sat you, looking at all of the items the store had to offer, what you definitely enjoyed the most was looking at all of those big fake rooms that they used for showcasing a bunch of furniture sets. You pointed at each and every one of them that looked interesting. “Daddy, look!” You moved closer to him and tugged on his shirt to which John smiled widely and stopped for a second to scan the living room set you showed him looking for any inspiration for his future house renovations.
“What do you like about it, baby?” Your father questioned wondering what caught your eye specifically.
To which you just replied. “It’s cool…” A very vague response as you couldn’t put a finger on what exactly looked so good in that set.
“Alright, whatever that means.” He said with a smile continuing to push the cart forward looking for that one specific thing.
He was a man on a mission and the mission was that you requested a dollhouse, being the type of man he was, also known as the most doting father in the entire universe Price has decided to get to work and make something special just for you. He didn’t want to just buy a plastic dollhouse that’ll break after 10 minutes of playing with it, he wanted to build it completely from the grounds up, something personal just for you that will be the best and most exciting thing to exist, and right now he was looking for pieces of wood to build it out of. “Where the hell is it… We already passed this part of the store.” John mumbled under his breath finally shoving pride deep into the pockets of his jeans and came up to one of the store workers asking for directions. It turns out that he did in fact already miss and pass it, multiple times. He whispered an awkward thank you and went towards where the store employee guided him, pushing the cart which you sat on alongside the concrete floor which bumps made the cart shake a little, making you giggle in the process.
Rows of shelves filled with different types of wooden boards and other kinds of wood seemed to stretch for infinity in your eyes, your father came up to the specific type of planks and boards and started picking them out according to the piece of paper he had. You came up to him and started to jump trying to see what he was holding, realizing that Price knelt next to you and showed what the page contained. For you it was just shapes and his unreadable handwriting but in reality it was a floor plan alongside measurements for every single thing, John pointed at each thing explaining what it was while answering every single question. “It’s missing a slide!” You exclaimed to which the man smiled.
“Don’t worry, munchkin, the slide will be here.” Price answered patting the specific part of the drawing with his pen. “It will have everything you could ever need.” He stood up and ruffled your hair picking the specific things he needed and putting them onto the cart.
When he finished packing all of the wood and placing it in the shape of a throne the man gently placed you on top of it snapping a picture with his phone deciding it would be a nice memory to keep. This time it was time to pick paint and a bunch of other things. You reached the section of the store where paint was at, which he remembered the placing of and could reach with his eyes closed as your inner artist hit the walls more times than he personally wanted to admit. Your father gently picked you up into his arms to which you responded by wrapping every single of your limbs around him, pointing at the different colors the store had available at the moment asking for your thoughts on each one. “How about this one?” John asked picking up a can of paint in your least favorite color, you shook your head with a frown on your face. “You don’t fancy this one? But it’s such a lovely color.” He grinned widely seeing your reaction which looked like it physically hurt to even look at that one. “Alright how about another one…” Price picked up another can this time the color was your favorite one at the moment to which you took the can from him and hugged it tightly like it was about to run away any second, that made him actually laugh out loud.
After picking up everything he needed for his project Price quickly paid at the register, throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and walking back towards the car, buckling you up in the safety seat in the backseat of the car before starting to load everything that fit inside, and putting the rest on the top of the cars roof tying it as securely as possible hoping nothing will fall out during the drive, you only felt loud thuds of all the things hitting the cars roof wondering what was happening but not paying way too much attention to it.
Back home over the next few days John put all of his free time into making the dream of getting you the best dollhouse a reality, first building the frame and painting it adding tiny flooring and wallpapers, creating custom furniture (which failed spectacularly and he decided to just simply order it online), and adding a few other things he thought you may like making sure to not forget the slide you asked for. One day you noticed that your old man was vibrating with excitement. “I got a surprise for you!” Price said picking you up into his arms and running to your newly renovated playroom, against one of the walls stood the massive dollhouse with every single thing you could ever imagine and more.