Christmas Gifts: Cinderella and the Cowboy / The Boss's Christmas Baby / Their Little Christmas Miracle

“Leftovers will be fine, Elizabeth,” Carol said.

“That’s just it. We ate out this evening. How about hamburgers? That shouldn’t take long.”

“Perfect! That’s what we were thinking of. Are you sure you don’t mind?”

“Not at all.” She set Jenny down and took off her coat. Jack came over and lifted Jenny into his lap.

“Don’t wake her,” Elizabeth said.

“I won’t. I just thought she’d be more comfortable if I held her.” While he was giving his excuse, he was gently rocking Jenny in his arms.

“Likely excuse!” Carol teased.

“You can see through it, can you?” Jack asked, grinning.

“Yes, because I wanted to do the same,” Carol admitted.

“Okay, I’ll let you hold her since you’ve been gone for a few days.”

“Bless you, Jack! That’s so nice of you.”

When Tom came into the kitchen, he found his wife contentedly rocking Jenny. “How did you get that job?”

Carol smiled at him. “Jack volunteered me for it…because he realized I’d missed her.”

“Good for Jack. I swear she would’ve traded me for Jenny several times,” Tom growled.

Elizabeth smiled at Tom. “It’s a deep-seated urge, the need to have children. Jenny is honored to help Carol.”

“Thank you, Elizabeth,” Tom said.

“Hey, I’m the one who gave up Jenny to Carol. I should get some credit.”

“That’s true, Jack.” Elizabeth smiled at him. “Perhaps I’ll let you help with the dishes.”

“Thanks a lot,” Jack said, taking the teasing good-naturedly.

When the burgers were ready, Carol handed Jack the baby and they sat down.

“Grandpa, did you bring me a present?”

Elizabeth jerked her head around. “Brady, what did you say?”

“A boy in Sunday school class said my grandpa would bring me a present from Paris…whatever that is.”

“You do not ask for presents, Brady.”

Tom tried to answer, determined to rescue Brady. But Elizabeth would have none of it. “It’s time for you to go to bed, Brady,” she said sternly.

“Yes, ma’am, Mommy. I’m sorry I got in trouble.”

“I know, sweetie. I’ll be up in a minute to see you.”

“I’ll come help you get ready, Brady,” Jack said.

The little boy extended his hand to the big man and they went up the stairs together.

“He’s a good man, Elizabeth.”

“Yes, he is, and he’ll make some woman a great husband.”

“But not you?”

“No, Tom, not me.”

“Why? Did you love Reggie that much?”

Elizabeth bowed her head. After a moment she said, “No, Tom, unfortunately, I didn’t, but by the time I realized it, it was too late. I already had Brady. I decided to make the best of it, but then Reggie came back and—and we created Jenny.”

“Surely you don’t regret Jenny?” Carol asked.

“No! Never! But I don’t want to risk marriage again, when my judgment is so awful.”

Tom laid a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Honey, you can blame Reggie for that. He learned to play the role that people wanted to see. You’re not the first one he misled.”

“But I don’t want to run that risk.”

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