“Danica, you march right in there and apologize to your mama.”
Alaina glanced up at her brother’s voice, but it was the little girl who caught her attention. Her bottom lip was trembling, and tears were welling in her eyes. “I’m sorry, Declan.”
“I’m not the one you yelled at,” he said, but his voice was softening. “She didn’t deserve that, Dani. Go on and tell her you’re sorry. Everything will be fine.”
Alaina waited until the little girl dragged her feet back into the kitchen to approach her brother. He was still crouched down from facing his stepdaughter, and she put a hand on his shoulder. “You make a pretty great dad, Dec.”
He shook his head. “I don’t have a clue to what I’m doing. What if I mess it all up?”
“You did fine with me.”
He looked back at her then. “You were nearly sixteen at the time. There wasn’t much raising left to do. This is different. And I’m not.”
“What do you mean?”
“Not her father. Not really. She never really knew him and thank goodness for that.”
Alaina didn’t know a whole lot about the situation, except he’d been responsible for Declan being hurt over the summer. So, yeah, she could agree with him there. “You’re doing just fine,” she told him. But, she had to hold back a smile. She was pretty sure her brother was going to be surprised when he opened his gift from Eva and Dani on Christmas morning.
Today’s prompt for the Stream of Consciousness post was “march” and that first sentence is what popped into my head. I’m still plotting out Heart of Christmas, but I definitely think this will be included in it.