Almost Perfect

Scott carried Ciara out of the car as soon as they got home. When he stopped at the door and was about to open it, Ciara woke up from her sleep.

She moaned and blinked, and then looked at him. “Scott?” She frowned and her voice was as soft as the early morning breeze.

All of Scott’s anger subsided as soon as he saw her bright blue eyes. He was planning to scold her in the first place. He wanted to tell her to be more careful, to take care of herself, and not lose control in public. But when he looked at her now, the only thing he could do was smile back at her.

“We’re home,” he said. “I’ll take you to bed. Go back to sleep.”

She stretched and motioned for him to put her down. She almost fell trying to get to her feet, so he caught her by the wrist and kept her from falling.

“Watch your step,” he muttered after successfully opening the door and guiding her inside.

It was dark inside because he turned off all the lights before leaving. He closed the door and felt the wall for a switch.