“Merry Christmas, Emerson. Emerson? Are you okay?”
I lift my head and look down into his handsome but utterly stunned face.
“A baby? We’re having a baby?”
“You have given me everything I’ve ever wanted, Mr. Wayne. I hope you’re happy. There’ll be no living with me now.” I chuckle. “Or the boys. We really need to warn them to be careful what they ask Santa for next year. They seem to have the knack.”
He wraps his arms around me and buries his face in my hair, whispering promises and making plans.
I think he liked my surprise.
To: Santa
From: Langston and Barack Wayne
Subject: Thanks
That’s all. That’s the email. Thanks for your help.
P.S. Barry doesn’t mean to sound greedy, but if you have an extra puppy running around, we would give it a good home. You’re the best.
Merry Christmas!