fear of losing my man card.
“Kara, you look like Princess Merida,” Grace says as she crawls towards Kara on the floor and starts running her hands over her long curls. I have to say Grace isn’t too far off the mark. Granted the character in the movie is nowhere near as beautiful as Kara, but they do have the same long, curly, unruly, red hair. Kara’s is just lighter in shade.
Grace smiles brightly at Kara, while she continues to play with her hair. The girls seem so comfortable with Kara even though they just met her. I suppose it’s her sweet, caring personality and the fact that she really takes the time to get to their level. I’ve enjoyed watching them together tonight. It’s amazing how well Kara fits in with my family.
“Thank you sweetie, but I don’t think I’m as pretty as Merida,” Kara says demurely when she notices all eyes on her, including Brooke’s very angry eyes.
“If we gave you a crown, you’d be a way prettier princess than Merida,” Candace jumps into the conversation. I, of course, agree with her as well, but I know better than to voice that thought.
Kara’s cheeks burn with embarrassment. She looks so damn cute right now, with her blush creeping down her neck.
“She does not look anything like a princess,” Brooke snaps at the girls and crosses her arms in displeasure.
Emma sits up and leans towards Brooke, likely ready to give her a verbal smack down. I’m not thrilled with the way Brooke just spoke to the girls, but the last thing I want to see happen is Brooke and Emma get into a fight. I’m not sure who would win, and I’m hoping I never have to find out. Guess it’s time for Uncle Jacob to lighten the mood.
“I think she’s quite a wee lassie,” I say in my best Scottish accent making all the girls giggle. Well, all the girls except Brooke anyway.
I look over to see Kara biting her lip, seeming very unsure of how to handle the situation. She’s probably at a loss for words since Brooke practically eluded to the fact that she doesn’t think Kara is pretty. Anyone in their right minds would see Kara is gorgeous. What kind of friend is Brooke to treat Kara that way? And why would Kara take that shit? I do not understand women. It is definitely Brooke’s green eyed monster talking, because she has been nasty to Kara ever since the girls and Emma started showing her attention after we arrived.
I reach over and grab her hand in a show of support. “Hey, it’s true. You’d make a beautiful princess.” I give her hand a squeeze before letting go and grabbing Grace, putting her in my lap. That comment will surely garner me a shit storm later.
“Let’s finish watching the movie. I’m dying to know if her mom gets stuck as a bear forever.” I give Grace a little tickle before Emma presses play on the remote.
A few minutes later, Brooke gets up and storms down the hall into the guest bedroom, slamming the door after her. Emma gives me a dirty look and rolls her eyes.
“I’m just going to go talk to her,” Kara says as she starts to get up from the floor.
I reach over and grab her hand again and pull her back down to sit next to me. In my infinite wisdom, I set her right next to me. Her leg is practically pressed against the length of mine.
“No. Let her cool off. I’ll talk to her later.” I give her another smile and try to pull my attention from the fact that my fiancée’s best friend smells amazing, as well as the fact that her body feels fan-fucking-tastic pressed along the side of mine. These are all thoughts that are sure to get me castrated if I’m not careful.
Besides, I’m in enough trouble as it is. A raging bitch is most definitely lurking behind the door down the hall, just waiting to kick my ass. And even knowing that, I wouldn’t change the fact that I’m sitting here with Kara. She makes me feel at ease. I get a sense of peace with her that I haven’t felt in months. My fingers twitch wanting to reach out and touch her. I’m
“Kara, you look like Princess Merida,” Grace says as she crawls towards Kara on the floor and starts running her hands over her long curls. I have to say Grace isn’t too far off the mark. Granted the character in the movie is nowhere near as beautiful as Kara, but they do have the same long, curly, unruly, red hair. Kara’s is just lighter in shade.
Grace smiles brightly at Kara, while she continues to play with her hair. The girls seem so comfortable with Kara even though they just met her. I suppose it’s her sweet, caring personality and the fact that she really takes the time to get to their level. I’ve enjoyed watching them together tonight. It’s amazing how well Kara fits in with my family.
“Thank you sweetie, but I don’t think I’m as pretty as Merida,” Kara says demurely when she notices all eyes on her, including Brooke’s very angry eyes.
“If we gave you a crown, you’d be a way prettier princess than Merida,” Candace jumps into the conversation. I, of course, agree with her as well, but I know better than to voice that thought.
Kara’s cheeks burn with embarrassment. She looks so damn cute right now, with her blush creeping down her neck.
“She does not look anything like a princess,” Brooke snaps at the girls and crosses her arms in displeasure.
Emma sits up and leans towards Brooke, likely ready to give her a verbal smack down. I’m not thrilled with the way Brooke just spoke to the girls, but the last thing I want to see happen is Brooke and Emma get into a fight. I’m not sure who would win, and I’m hoping I never have to find out. Guess it’s time for Uncle Jacob to lighten the mood.
“I think she’s quite a wee lassie,” I say in my best Scottish accent making all the girls giggle. Well, all the girls except Brooke anyway.
I look over to see Kara biting her lip, seeming very unsure of how to handle the situation. She’s probably at a loss for words since Brooke practically eluded to the fact that she doesn’t think Kara is pretty. Anyone in their right minds would see Kara is gorgeous. What kind of friend is Brooke to treat Kara that way? And why would Kara take that shit? I do not understand women. It is definitely Brooke’s green eyed monster talking, because she has been nasty to Kara ever since the girls and Emma started showing her attention after we arrived.
I reach over and grab her hand in a show of support. “Hey, it’s true. You’d make a beautiful princess.” I give her hand a squeeze before letting go and grabbing Grace, putting her in my lap. That comment will surely garner me a shit storm later.
“Let’s finish watching the movie. I’m dying to know if her mom gets stuck as a bear forever.” I give Grace a little tickle before Emma presses play on the remote.
A few minutes later, Brooke gets up and storms down the hall into the guest bedroom, slamming the door after her. Emma gives me a dirty look and rolls her eyes.
“I’m just going to go talk to her,” Kara says as she starts to get up from the floor.
I reach over and grab her hand again and pull her back down to sit next to me. In my infinite wisdom, I set her right next to me. Her leg is practically pressed against the length of mine.
“No. Let her cool off. I’ll talk to her later.” I give her another smile and try to pull my attention from the fact that my fiancée’s best friend smells amazing, as well as the fact that her body feels fan-fucking-tastic pressed along the side of mine. These are all thoughts that are sure to get me castrated if I’m not careful.
Besides, I’m in enough trouble as it is. A raging bitch is most definitely lurking behind the door down the hall, just waiting to kick my ass. And even knowing that, I wouldn’t change the fact that I’m sitting here with Kara. She makes me feel at ease. I get a sense of peace with her that I haven’t felt in months. My fingers twitch wanting to reach out and touch her. I’m
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