Sam led Zoe over to a free table and pulled an old t-shirt of his out of his daddy bag. Zoe drowned in it, but it kept her from getting paint all over her clothes, and that was always a plus in Sam’s world where doing the laundry was his least favorite responsibility. After getting his daughter set up with the paint colors she said she wanted, a few brushes, and a cup of water to rinse her brushes in, he turned his attention back to Quinn and his own mug. “So, how’s the wedding planning stuff going?” he asked her. “From the little that I helped Becca with, I can only imagine how crazy things must be for you right now.” He pulled a little pot of blue paint towards him and started working on his own mug.
Quinn took her coffee mug and followed them over to a free table. She put on a smock to avoid getting paint on her clothes. Watching Sam, she could only conclude that he was a very attentive father, something her own dad had never been. She looked away from him and let out a wistful sigh, grabbing a paintbrush for herself. She was dipping the bristles in some dark blue paint when she heard Sam’s question. “Okay, I guess,” she responded, looking up at him briefly and giving him a small smile. “Neal helps me out when he can. It would be nice to discuss things with him in person, but I suppose Skype’s the next best thing.”
She took a breath. “I still have a lot to do, but we’re not in a rush to get married, so I can take my time planning the wedding, although I would like to get married before I go back to L.A. and resume my acting career,” she told him, seemingly all in one breath. Quinn had no idea when that would be exactly. Between six months to a year, she was guessing. She was reminded then that Sam had had a wedding of his own. Perhaps he’d be willing to help her out with things that Neal could not. For example, he could go cake tasting with her! She already knew that Neal would be too busy to make the trip. She’d ask him later.
Zoe nodded her head vigorously when Quinn asked if she’d been up to any mischief, and Sam couldn’t help but roll his eyes. It was an understatement to say that she’d been a little bit of a troublemaker lately. He couldn’t wait until his dad was done helping him build Zoe’s new furniture so they could move her back into her room and end the chaos that had taken over his living room. They almost couldn’t walk around anymore, and Zoe didn’t seem to mind at all since she’d created a castle for all of her princesses and princes out of the coffee table and some cardboard boxes and a superhero home base out of the arm chair. Kids. What can you do?
Once they were inside the store, Sam let Zoe down, so she could pick out what she wanted to paint from the shelves of white, ceramic dishes and figurines. He settled on a coffee mug, and Zoe picked one exactly like it wanting to be just like her daddy. “This is my treat, by the way,” Sam told Quinn as he waited for her to make her decision. “For old time’s sake.”
Quinn laughed when Zoe nodded her head in response to her question. Her answer was further confirmed when Sam rolled his eyes. Ha! A girl after her own heart. She followed them over to the shelves, overwhelmed by the number of choices they offered, even though she’d been here before. Quinn could be rather indecisive at times. Right now was one of those moments. She pursed her lips in thought. A vase? Neal was always giving her flowers. A flower pot? She liked to plant things sometimes. Her mind was made up when Sam selected a coffee mug and Zoe picked out the same coffee mug. She might as well pick the same one. Quinn was about to protest when Sam told her that today was his treat, but she stopped herself. Why bother? For old time’s sake. She smiled at that, fond memories filling her mind. Life was certainly unpredictable. At one point in her life, Quinn was sure that she’d be his wife one day. She could only shake her head at her younger self now.
When Sam told her that she was going to get to see Quinn while painting something at Color Me Mine, Zoe couldn’t have been more excited, and Sam was glad to see his daughter so happy. Part of him worried that Zoe would be too sad when Quinn went back to L.A., and she didn’t get to see her new friend anymore. She was getting really attached to Quinn, and it wouldn’t be a happy time when they were living across the country from each other, but he liked to see his daughter copying Quinn and trying to act more grownup. It was way too cute for him to handle most of the time. When they pulled into the parking lot, Sam saw Quinn standing outside of the building. “I hope we didn’t keep you waiting too long,” he said as he walked over to her carrying Zoe.
Quinn was on the phone with her agent when she spotted Sam’s car. She quickly wrapped up the conversation, promising him that she would call him back later. When Sam and Zoe came into view, she smiled and waved at them. “Hey!” she greeted them warmly. Quinn shook her head at Sam, waving off his concern with a flick of her wrist. “Oh, not at all,” she assured him, focusing her attention on Zoe afterwards. “What have you been up to? Some mischief, I hope.” She winked at her, laughing softly afterwards.
Quinn cocked her head toward the door. “Shall we head inside?” she wondered, leading them in that direction before either of them responded. She held the door open for Sam since his arms were full with Zoe, stepping in after them. “Welcome to Color Me Mine!” a cheerful voice greeted them.
Quinn was looking forward to spending the afternoon with Sam and his daughter. Zoe was an artist like her father was, so she’d suggested that they go to Color Me Mine. The last time she’d set foot in that building herself, she’d been in high school. Sam had introduced her to the place actually. He’d taken her there on one of their very first dates. She smiled at the good memories as she pulled into the parking lot. They’d agreed to meet at one o’clock. She was a little early, but she didn’t mind waiting. Quinn got out of her car and waited outside the building for them. While she waited, she got back to some people who’d been trying to contact her. She’d racked up four missed calls from her agent alone.