Page 112 of Scrape the Barrel
“You’re not mad?”
I shook my head. “Just in disbelief, is all. I never thought Avery would have the opportunity to have her own horse, and now you’re making that come true, and it’s just… a lot to take in.” Expressing how happy I was over the whole thing was hard to put into words. Obviously, I was surprised, but it was clear he’d fallen for her as quickly as he had with me.
It was my own dream to find someone who loved Avery as much as I did, and if I wasn’t sure before, I was now. He loved her like his own.
That’s all I ever wanted.
“You tell me if I’m ever too much,” he said.
“Hey,” I whispered, combing my fingers through his hair and bringing his face slightly closer to mine. “You’re never too much.” I knew what it felt like to feel like you were taking up too much space and wanted to shrink in on yourself. “You make life a lot more bearable, and I don’t think I could ever get tired of you, even if I tried.”
A small smile pulled at his mouth. “Right back at you, baby.”
“Mama!” Avery called from the other room.
“We better go out there,” I said, dropping my arms.
He nodded, intertwining his fingers with mine, and led us down the hall to twelve little girls all gathered around the table full of gifts.
Brandy sidled up next to us and muttered, “Gone a long time, huh?”
My cheeks heated as I elbowed her arm, eliciting a giggle from her. It was at that moment I realized I’d forgotten to put my underwear back on, and my hand instinctively smoothed down the folds of my dress, straightening them out as if everyone could tell.
“Can I open them now?” Avery asked, every pair of eyes on us.
I cleared my throat. “Go ahead,” I answered, and she got to work unwrapping the gifts, all of her friends gasping and chatting about each one she opened.
After about seven gifts, she grabbed Callan’s, smiling at him after she saw his name on the tag.
She reached into the bag and pulled out the stuffed animal, the fur a dark brown with white socks on each leg near the hooves. It had a little white stripe down the nose, and a black mane and tail.
“I love it! It looks like the horsey I drew,” she said, not knowing it would be real in just a matter of days.
Callan had his arm wrapped around me where we stood as he told her, “The real one will be at the ranch next week.”
It took her a moment to process what he said, and then her mouth popped open as her eyes turned the size of saucers. “A real live horse?”
He nodded. “You can name it, too.”
“Really?” she squealed, her little hands gripping the stuffed animal so tight.
“Anything you want.” His smile couldn’t have been bigger if it tried, and I got the feeling he didn’t just mean that in regards to the name of the horse.
Avery ran over, throwing her arms around him. He hugged her back, and I swore I saw a sheen in his eyes reflecting in the sunlight.
“Thank you,” she said, her voice muffled in his shirt.
“Of course, Aves. Happy birthday.”
She released him, angling her head back to look up at him. “The best birthday ever.”
And when she turned back to her gifts, joining her friends again, I knew, without a doubt, that she was telling the truth.
It didn’t make me feel bad in any way that I wasn’t able to get her those things.
After all, parenting was supposed to be a joint task, and the fact that she now had a father-like figure to be there for her in ways that I couldn’t made my heart threaten to burst with my admiration for him.
After never getting the feeling of being a family with her father, it felt nice to feel it with Callan.
