Kacie and Brittany were at it again, proving to me how much of a loser they thought I was. This time, though, I wasn't about to be daunted. I didn't care what their opinion was of me anymore; there were more important things to worry about.
But one thing they did say stuck with me. Kacie mentioned how her father was taking her to a father-daughter luncheon at their church (Kacie, going to church? What a joke!).
Then, Brittany talked about how before her parents had gotten a divorce, her father would take her out to ice cream once a month - just the two of them.
It got me to thinking...had Dad and I ever gone on a father-daughter date?
Of course, I didn't know how Dakota would take the suggestion. But I was tired of basing my every decision on how Dakota would respond. No, this time, I would do something for myself. Goodness knew how much I deserved it, right?
So I walked into Dad's office with a mission.
"Dad," I said, not caring that he looked thoroughly engrossed in his work. "We've never gone on a date."
Dad raised his eyebrows. "Oh?" he asked, and I could tell his mind was still on whatever he'd been doing before I walked into his office.
Dad leaned back in his office chair. "What was that, Nadia?"
"I said, 'We've never gone a date.' Like, ever. Kacie's and Brittany's dads have both taken them places, but you and I haven't ever done anything."
It took a moment for Dad to process my newest revelation. Finally, he gave a long, slow nod. "You're right," he said, more to himself than to me. "We never have done anything special." He ran a hand through his sandy blonde hair and looked at me. "What were you thinking?"
I shrugged. "I don't know. But I'd like to do something."
Dad gave another long, slow nod. "I guess I could," he said, then shook his head. "What am I saying? Of course I'll find time." He paused. "Has that Devyn boy ever taken you out on a date?"
I was surprised. Dad didn't know about Devyn? "Yeah, he has," I said. "We finally both admitted that we sort of had a thing for each other."
"Does he treat you well?"
I'd never seen my dad protective like this before, and honestly, it was both heartwarming and hilarious. "Dad, it's Devyn. He treates everyone well."
"I know, but..." Dad looked kind of sheepish. "Well, you're my daughter."
I laughed. "Dad, I'm a big girl."
Smiling, Dad shook his head and ran his eyes over the calendar he'd pinned on the wall. "Let's see...I've got the next couple weeks booked pretty solid."
I was disappointed. Sighing, I shook my head. "It's okay."
Dad glanced at me. "You know what? You're worth it. I don't have to go to that meeting tomorrow night."
"Tomorrow night?" I squealed. I hadn't actually expected Dad to want to go on a date.
"Did you doubt I'd say yes?"