“Let’s take a look, shall we?” I pulled another stack of drawings out and set them off to the side. “Well, we have Barbies. Lots of Barbies. Apparently you don’t like blondes, though, because you cut all their hair off and left the brunettes alone.” I pushed them off to the side and pulled out a very familiar toy. “I remember this!”
“My View-Master!” she squealed and grabbed it out of my hands. She held it up to her eyes and found the light, frantically pulling the lever on the right down to switch the slide. “Smurfs!” Setting it down, she crawled over to the box I was rummaging through. “Are there any other slides in here?”
“Tons.” I grabbed the stack of slides and handed them to her. She shoved them in the View-Master, one after another, clicking through to see what they were.
“Wizard of Oz! Lady and the Tramp! Rugrats!”
She set the giant red binocular-looking things in her lap and looked at me, taking a deep, satisfied breath. “I’m over-the-moon that you found this. I had no idea Mom still had it. I can’t wait to show Lucy and Piper.”
“You really liked your View-Master, huh? On a scale from one to finding a run-down barn, how excited does this make you?”
She stuck her tongue out at me. “I loved this thing, took it everywhere with me. If any one toy represented my childhood, it was this. I loved that I could just pick it up and immediately be transported somewhere else.”
“I had one, but I never played with it. Actually, I think I broke it when I hit it with a hockey stick.”
She rolled her eyes at me. “Help me clean this stuff up real quick and let’s head in. I have a dollar to spray.”
“A dollar?” I asked, surprised. “Just one?”
“Yes, just one. And no, you may not put more under there.”
“You know me so well.” I leaned over and kissed the tip of her cute, crinkled nose.
The next morning, I went downstairs and Kacie and the girls were already in the kitchen.
“Brody! Look!” Piper squealed when she saw me, waving a glitter dollar around in the air.
“What’s that?” I played along.
“My dollar. From the tooth fairy!” She looked down at it like it was the most amazing thing she’d ever seen. “She really came. Can you believe it?”
I took the dollar from her and looked closely at it. “Wow, did you see her?”
Piper shook her head, looking a little disappointed. “No.”
“I did!” Lucy bragged.
Kacie turned from the fridge to face her. “You did?”
Lucy nodded furiously. “She had yellow hair and white, sparkly wings and a green dress. She was so pretty.”
“That’s Tinkerbell, Lucy!” Piper argued.
“No! It was the tooth fairy, Piper!” Lucy’s little head shook back and forth in anger as she yelled.
Kacie stepped in between them. “Okay, you two, relax. It’s too early in the morning for this and I haven’t had nearly enough coffee yet.”
“Hey.” I walked over to the fridge and pulled out a mason jar of Sophia’s homemade cinnamon applesauce. “Anyone want some of this with me?”
“I do,” Piper said.
“No.” Lucy scowled.
Kacie looked at her skeptically. “Since when do you not like Gigi’s applesauce?”
“I like built apples, Mom, not squished ones,” Lucy snarled.
Kacie and I looked at each other for a brief second and tried to hold our laughs in, but we were unsuccessful. Piper joined in shortly after us and within a minute, Lucy was laughing too. All tension had evaporated from the room and it turned into the perfect morning.
We all sat together at the island, shoving our faces with pancakes and cinnamon applesauce, while the girls told stories about their first week at school.
“Brody, does the tooth fairy come to your house a lot?” Lucy asked.
I frowned at her in confusion. “Not since I was a little kid. Why?”
She shoved her hands onto her tiny hips. “Connor Gerjol said if you’re a hockey player, your teeth fall out a lot.”
Kacie let out a good laugh, trying to cover her mouth with her hands.
“Well, Conno is right, sort of. Hockey players sometimes have missing teeth from getting hit in the face with a puck or a stick, but I’m a goalie. I wear lots of protection when I’m on the ice, so I’ve never lost any teeth.”
Lucy nodded, content with the answer I’d just given her.
“Connor also said you’re our dad.” Piper added nonchalantly, looking down at her pancakes.
My eyes shot over to Kacie who sat straight up, her eyes as big as dinner plates.
“Uh…” was all she squeaked out.
Lucy and Piper both looked up at their mom, innocently waiting for the answer to a question that had unknowingly just rocked her whole world.
“Brody… is… uh…” she stammered, looking back and forth from them to me, not sure where to go next.
“It’s kind of hard to explain, guys, and we’ll be able to tell you a lot more when you’re older. The main thing to remember is I love your mom and I love you two a whole lot. If you want to tell people I’m your dad, that’s fine by me. Hopefully one day, I will be.” I reached over and squeezed Kacie’s hand as her face relaxed just a little.
“Okay. Can we go play with those ugly Barbies you brought in from the garage?” Lucy asked.