Page 103 of Her Christmas Wish

“And that means you’re my daddy,” Leigh said, nodding.

“Right.”

Reaching over, the little girl wiped her fingers down Sage’s face. “Mommy does this sometimes,” she said matter-of-factly. “Sometimes when I give her a present. She calls it happy tears, but that doesn’t mean right, does it?” Screwing up her little cheeks and forehead, Leigh giggled.

Then, looking down, squirmed to get away, saying, “Uh-oh, he pooped again!”

If there’d been more than dirt on the ground Sage might have cared more. But she doubted it. “I love you, Grayson Barfew,” she said. Seeing the glow of the Christmas lights on the back of his cottage reflected on the side of his face.

“Not nearly as much as I love you, Mrs. Barfew,” he said back to her.

Sealing her fate.

And giving her an eternity of dreams to start living.

The two of them sharing life—and a home. Leigh with a momanda dad. The new baby. And stockings hung together.

Her Christmas wish had just come true.