Page 129 of Pack: Posy 3

"She thoughtthatwas being mean to us?" Wyatt shook his head with a frown. "We deserved a lot more."

"Let's get these cards done so you can go home and begin to make up with her," I said with forced enthusiasm.

"You're going to have to walk us through it," Cole said.

"No problem! First, think of a design for the front."

I explained some different things they could do and showed them a couple of cards I'd made for our younger brothers' upcoming birthdays, just so they could see the finished product.

"That's the easy part," I warned them. "The hard part is deciding what you'll write on the inside."

"Okay, so what do you say in an apology?" Ash asked with dead serious eyes.

"Um, what?" I tilted my head. Was hereallyasking me how to apologize?

"What do you put in an apology?" Wyatt spoke up this time. "Like, specifically?"

"Well, first, say what you're sorry for and ask for forgiveness. Add some love words and promises, and that's it."

While Jay - who didn't evenneedto make a sorry card - went right to work, the other four sat there and stared at me.

"Uh, can you get us started?" Cole asked, tapping a pencil on a piece of scrap paper. "An outline or something?"

"Dear Posy," I said in a 'I've had it' monotone, "I'm sorry I hurt your feelings. Please forgive me. I'll try my best not to do it again, but since I'm a dumbass, I probably will. Have patience with me. I'm almost sure I'm worth it. Love, your name."

They'd been nodding along with me until I hit the 'dumbass' part, then their earnest faces screwed up into scowls.

"Thanks, sister," Wyatt grumbled. "Two dollars in the swear jar."

"You're welcome, brother, and it's worth it."

It took a good thirty minutes before they all had drafted what they wanted on scrap paper before copying it inside their cards. Since I figured it would be the hardest part for them, I wanted that done before I let them decorate the front, which should be simple with all the stickers I had.

And if they screwed up the front too badly, we could always cut their words out and paste them inside a new card, but I knew if they had to keep redoing the words inside because the front turned out bad, their patience wouldn't hold.

"Peri, read this," Cole said and held out his piece of scrap paper.

I took it and looked it over, corrected the spelling on two words, and handed it back.

"Very good," I told him, and he smiled at me before he began copying it into his card.

I can't believe how well this is going,Dove remarked, eyes wide with amazement. I thought for sure there'd be chaos—

"Dammit, Ash!" Wyatt shouted as he jumped up and whaled his card at his brother. "I was almost done!"

"What did I do?" Ash's eyes were wide with bewilderment.

"You bumped the damn table with your freaking knee right as I was filling in the last leaf! You ruined it, shit head!"

"Hey, dude, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to, honest!" Ash picked up Wyatt's card and looked at it. "I mean, you could paint over it or something, right?"

"No, I can'tpaint over it!This shit is watercolors!"

"Language!" Mase snapped and pointed to the swear jar.

"Take a breath and start again, Wyatt." Jay calmly plucked Wyatt's out of Ash's hand and looked it over. "It's a beautiful design and I know you want it to be perfect for our girl, so take your time. We'll be careful not to bump the table anymore, right, brothers?"

"Right," they all said.

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