He grimaced. "Maybe tomorrow. Not sure I can stand the torture today." Then he smiled and opened his arms to her and Meg walked into his embrace. He gave her a kiss on the forehead. "How's my girl doing?"
Meg sighed as she leaned into him. "Doing fine now that your namesake is fed and asleep. I wonder if you were as ravenous when you were a baby?"
Drake chuckled. "You can ask my mom when she gets here tomorrow." He looked over at Jessie holding Baby Drake and smiled. "She's such a great big sister," he whispered so that only Meg could hear, "and the best daughter I could ever ask for."
Her heart swelling with love for him, Meg slid her arms around his waist and squeezed him tight. "And you're the best daddy I could ever want for Jessie and Drake."
With her head resting against him, Meg heard the rumble of laughter in Drake's chest. She lifted her face and peered up at him. "What's so funny?"
"I'm just remembering when Jessie told me she wanted a daddy by December twenty-four. She wanted one as a special Christmas gift for you, she said. She got her wish so I guess there really is a Santa Claus."
Meg sighed with contentment and laid her head back on his chest. "I guess there is," she said softly. "I couldn't have asked for a nicer gift."
And as she relaxed in Drake's embrace her thoughts went back to Jessie's drawing of the family she'd wished for. She would have to remind her to do another one, now that baby made four.
This would be her first Christmas with her wonderful family of four. Thank you, Santa.
THE END