Rosie-Jane Mayron. The oldest daughter of Sarah and Dusty Mayron.
She has had to deal with a lot of rubbish from her Dad but he is still her Dad.
What happens when her Dad comes back only to be faced with a better and more capable father figure? Th...
It's the next morning and I did not sleep great. Turns out, sleeping in a thick cast when it's quite warm out is not fun! It's a lot earlier than I normally wake up but I guess getting up and starting the day is better than lying here uncomfortable. I leave my room just as Meg and Dylan leave theirs.
We all walk downstairs and see that everything is covered in Christmas decorations. What the heck?
"It's not Christmas Meg. It's the middle of April." I say to her, taking it all in. There's a huge tree in the corner with a huge pile of presents under it. Seriously, what is going on?
"Daddy must have done this!" Dylan says excitedly. Before I could reply, Brad dressed up as Santa runs round the corner.
"Ho, ho, ho, ho! No, he didn't." He says. My mouth drops open. He has actually lost it.
"Brad?" Dylan asks as we all stare at him.
"Clause is the name. Santa Clause if you please." Brad says. Dad walks up behind us and has the same shocked look as I do. "But this Brad you speak of called me all the way up at the North Pole. he said his children were so sad because their biological father had missed so many Christmases and birthdays and special family holidays, so he asked me to come here today so that Dusty could experience one Christmas with his kids before he leaves again. Probably for a long, long time. Ho, ho, ho!" He cheers. Oof. There it is. This isn't about us. This is about pissing off Dad. I respect his game but did he have to bring up the fact Dad is probably gonna leave again soon? Meg and Dyl did not need to hear that.
Although......the presents are already there. It would be rude to not accept them.
"Can we open presents?" Megan asks excitedly.
"You sure can, little girl." At this, Megan and Dylan run to the pile of presents. I sit on the arm of the couch and watch as they tear into the first ones. "I think they're from Brad. In fact, all the presents are from Brad. Let's see if any of the presents are from Dusty. Nope. Not one present from Dusty. All from Brad." Brad is really rubbing it in to Dad. Hmm. He might want to stop cause I think from the look on Dad's face, Brad's gonna have a black eye soon.
"Hey, kids, let's not forget who got you a dog. Remember?" Dad try to distract Megan and Dylan from the presents. I look around and see Tumour having......a good time on the other side of the couch.
"He's assaulting Mrs Clause." I tell him.
"Hey, Tumour! Quit humping Mrs Clause!" Dad yells at him. Mum comes in with the same shocked and slightly disturbed look dad had on and walks straight up to step douche.
"Okay, I am officially worried about you." Mum says to him. You and me both mother.
"Don't worry, Clause hasn't forgotten you." Brad says pulling a jewellery box out of his pocket.
"For me?" Mum asks opening it. She looks at whatever's inside and gasps. "Oh my god, honey! It's beautiful. I love it." Mum says excitedly before dropping her smile and shutting the box. "Wait, no! No, no. It's too much." She says to him. Tumour starts barking at something around the corner causing everyone to walk in his direction.
"Oh, no, it looks like Tumours given away Megan's big gift." Brad says walking around the corner. He walks back after a minute with a.......a fricking pony! An actual, real life tiny pony. Holy shit. Megan see's it and starts screaming.
"A pony! A pony! A pony!" She screams jumping up and down. Brad also starts jumping up and down which is extremely disturbing.
"I know! It's a pony! It's a pony Dusty!" Brad yells at Dad. He turns to one of the pockets on the Pony's saddle and pulls something out. Oh great, more very expensive presents to make Dad jealous. "Oh, what's this? It's tickets to tonight's NBA playoff game against Dylan's favourite team, the Los Angeles Lakers?!" What! How the hell did he get those tickets! Mum looked a while ago and they were way too expensive. Dylan starts jumping up and down like Meg did but I look over at mum. We both stare at each other, knowing full well those had to have been way too much money.
"Oh, thanks Brad! You're the coolest! I love you, Brad!" DYlan yells, wrapping his arms around Brad. Oh god. He really is pulling out all the stops to just piss Dad off. I like his game but it will definitely come back to bite him in the ass with mum later. Brad lets go of Dylan and turns to look at me. Uh oh.
"Let's not forget the eldest princess in the castle." He says, making me cringe. He does an obviously fake cough and rubs his throat a little. "Actually, do you mind getting me a drink from the pantry?" He says. I can see the excitement in his eyes as tries to have a serious face. Why would he want me to get him a drink from the– ooooh, somethings in the pantry.
"What's in there?" I ask suspiciously. He just shrugs his shoulders as he steps to the side so I can get past. Ugh.
Walking to the pantry, I hear a small noise coming from it. Oh god. What's he done now? I turn slightly and see my family watching me. Here I go I guess.
I pull the door open and the single cutest thing that I have been asking for all my life is right in front of me.
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"Oh my god!" I whisper as I just stare at the cutest puppy ever! Megan and Dylan join me and they gasp as well.
"What is it guys?" Dad asks from his spot. None of us reply as I pick the puppy up and hug it gently. Oh my god! I know I keep saying it but oh my god! Brad just got me my most favourite thing ever! I think I might just love Brad!
I run up to Brad and instantly hug him.
"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" I say hugging him tightly. I know. I'm actually hugging Brad, by choice. That's how happy I am!
"You are so welcome." Brad says. I can tell that as he hugs me back, he is very nervous. I step back and just start admiring my puppy.
"What's your name gonna be then?" I ask in a baby voice. I'm in love!
