The Homespun Holiday by Sarah O'Rourke

Author:Sarah O'Rourke [O'Rourke, Sarah]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: Sarah O'Rourke Books
Published: 2015-11-29T05:00:00+00:00

Eight: What Child is This?

Later that night as the curtain closed on this year’s Nativity scene, Mack stood beside Millie and applauded Paisley’s performance. She’d been the best sheep in Paradise, and he couldn’t have been prouder if the kid had been his own blood. Offering Millie a sidelong look, he could still see the lines of strain around her mouth and felt a pang of guilt.

He’d thrown her to the wolves today, and he felt like shit about it. Turning his head to see his sister and mom standing to his right, both applauding loudly, he knew that both women already loved Millie. Millie, however, was a little frightened of them.

Not that he blamed her. When you put his sister and mom in the same room, it was like intentionally putting a match to a stick of dynamite – an explosion was bound to happen.

He really should have warned Millicent about that before he’d sent her into the metaphorical wolves’ den today.

Wrapping one arm around her waist, he leaned toward her. “You still mad at me?” he asked against her ear, nipping her earlobe before pulling back enough to stare down at her with eyes that shined with apology. “I know my mom and sis can be a lot to take in, but they’re both basically good people.”

“Oh, I know they are,” Millie replied with a nod. “You, however, could have warned me that they were a little enthusiastic about showing their affection.” Lifting onto her tiptoes, Millie pressed her lips to his ear this time and continued. “And it might have been nice to know that your mom was a….what did she call it? Oh, yeah. A reformed heterosexual and a late-in-life lesbian. Not that I care, but still….hearing it from you in private would have been a lot better than hearing it announced in the middle of Knoxville’s airport with half the lower level looking at us,” she whispered violently into his ear.

Mack couldn’t help his chuckle. When he imagined the scene Millie painted with her words… it was just too fucking funny not to laugh. “I’m sorry, babe.”

“Uh huh,” Millie grunted. “You will be,” she warned, pinching his side as the children from the play began to flood into the main portion of the church. Spotting her daughter running toward them with her sheep’s head tucked up underneath her arm, Millie smiled.

“Momma! Dr. Mack! Didya see? Didya see me? I ‘membered my line!” Paisley squealed as she reached them and threw herself against Mack’s legs. “I did real good, didn’t I?”

A grin split Mack’s face as he bent and lifted Paisley into his arms and held her against his hip. “You were without a doubt the most convincing sheep I have ever seen. For a second, it was like we were really in the barn with Mary and Joseph.”

“Silly, Mackie!” Paisley giggled, clasping Mack’s cheeks and shaking his head from side to side. “It was pwetend! Tell ‘im, Momma,” she ordered with a look at her proud mother.

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