Page 103 of Finding Redemption

I sigh. “No. I want her to have this day, just one day for her.”

“All right, this is what we’re gonna do.” Ava starts talking so fast, I have trouble taking notes.

“Ava?” She’s quiet. “It’s perfect.”

“Thank you. I know poor and doing without. I also know The Pennington men; your mom will love it.” My heart beats wildly at the thought of Reese and her surprise. “Call your mom and clear the plans with her.”

“Have I ever told you how much I love you, little girl?”

“Not lately.” She giggles. “I’ll ask around, dig up some more ideas.”

“Sounds good. I’ll call Mom now. Love you.”

“Love you.” She ends the call as quickly as she answers.

I wipe my hands on my pants, trying to calm myself. I hit dial for Mom and start sweating again when she answers. “Hey, honey. Are you okay?”

“Hey, Mom. I’m good.” I swallow hard, my heart trying to escape out of my mouth. “I need some help.”

“Anything,” she jumps at the chance to help.

“Reese has never had a Christmas or a birthday party.”

“Love her heart. Our girls have had it rough, haven’t they?” Mom already counts Reese as hers.

“They have, but I want to change that for her.”

“You boys are so much like your father. What can I do?” she chirps.

I explain to mom my plan. “So, what do you think?”

“Absolutely perfect. Ava’s one smart cookie.” I can hear her smile through the phone.

“She is and a great friend.”

“What can I do? Tell me. I have my pen and paper ready.” I hear her click her pen.

“Well, I need everything. And I need it by the twenty-second.”

“I’ll get on it. I’ll keep it here until the morning of. Will that work?” she asks.

“Yeah, she doesn’t get here until after work. I’ll clear my schedule and help set up.”

“Now, for the twenty-third, I’ll need some basic information. Her likes and dislikes, food and favorite color.”

My stomach rolls. I don’t know most of that. “I’ll get you a list by the end of the week.” As soon as I know the answers.

“Also, what should we get her? I have an idea for Christmas but hadn’t thought about birthdays. Walker, does she know it’s your birthday?” She sits waiting for me, knowing my answer.

“Can we make this about her?”

“She’ll be upset if she doesn’t have something for you. You should tell her.” She’s right.

“I will.” My hands sweat again at the thought of waiting to tell her until after.

“Talk soon. Love you, sweet boy.” My heart melts.

“I love you, Momma.”