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“Oh, by the way, I almost forgot,” Lily said casually. “We’re having a baby in June.”

Sandy faltered for several seconds, opening and closing her mouth. “Excuse me. I thought I heard you say…”

“I’m pregnant.”

“Aaaaaaaah!” Sandy screamed. “I’d hug you but I’m naked.”

Lily spilled out their story to her friends’ delight, including the news of the sonogram the day before. “We don’t know the sex yet, and unless Beth orders another sonogram we won’t find out until it’s born.”

“I always thought you guys would make great parents,” Sandy said. “I never could get Suzanne to even think about it.”

“I thought about it. I just didn’t like the idea. But I like it a lot for you guys. This kid’s going to be as lucky as Andy, and he’s the damned luckiest kid I ever saw.”

Anna liked Suzanne, but found her brash and insensitive sometimes. Then she would say something like that and make up for everything all at once.

Andy burst through the door and made a beeline for the living room, where a majestic ten-foot Christmas tree twinkled in the otherwise darkened house. “He didn’t come!”

Lily leaned in the doorway and sighed. “I don’t think our plan worked.” They had stayed at Hal and Kim’s long after Christmas Eve dinner, hoping an evening of playing with Jonah would wear the boys out. It was now nearly two hours past Andy’s usual bedtime and he seemed to be gathering steam for a fresh round of mayhem.

Anna approached from behind and rested her chin on her shoulder. “Something tells me it’s going to be a long night.”

“I’ll get him upstairs and settle him down.” She started for the stairs, feeling her own wave of exhaustion. It had been a long day, starting with a half-day in the office that ended with a holiday luncheon. She had taken that opportunity to share with her co-workers the news of her baby, after which Tony paid Lauren twenty bucks to settle a bet. Lauren had noticed not her belly, but her change in wardrobe. “Let’s go, Andy. Bath and a story. Now.”

Her commands didn’t seem to deter him, as he raced immediately into the dining room and kitchen just to be sure Santa hadn’t already paid them a visit. Chester was hot on his heels, barking with enthusiasm.

“No Santa in there either,” he announced as he returned to the living room, dropping to his knees to count the presents under the tree. “One…two… A lot of these are mine!”

Lily had gotten him a set of adventure books and DVDs along with a UCLA Bruins football jersey. Anna got him several new car posters for his room. Those gifts were wrapped and under the tree already. Santa’s stuff was hidden in the pool shed.

“Go with Mama, pal. Santa doesn’t come until after everyone falls asleep.”

“I have to do the milk and cookies!”

“Okay, let’s do it then.”

Lily waited patiently at the bottom of the stairs until the ritual was finished and then escorted Andy to his room. Her task was to make enough noise as they readied for bed so he wouldn’t hear Anna ferrying his Santa presents into the living room.

Andy jabbered through his bath about Santa and the reindeer before finally climbing into bed for a story. Apropos of the occasion, Lily chose The Night Before Christmas, which turned out to be a bad move because it stimulated even more questions.

“How will Santa know where our house is?”

She smoothed his hair gently in an effort to lull him to sleep. “Remember? We put lights all along the sidewalk so he can find our house.”

“And he’ll come down the chimley?”

“That’s right, but not until you go to sleep.”

He burrowed into his bed, but it was clear from his worried look that he still had concerns. “Do you think Santa will come here before he goes to Jonah’s house?”

“It’s hard to say. But I’m sure he’ll come to both houses, so I guess it doesn’t really matter which one he goes to first.”

“But Jonah said he might run out of toys.”

She gritted her teeth at her nephew’s mischief. “Shhh…Santa always has enough toys. If he runs out he just sends his elves back to the North Pole to get more. Quit worrying and go to sleep.”

They had discovered a trick for calming him when his asthma acted up—running a hand gently over his tummy and chest—and she employed that now. After only a couple of minutes he began to fade, his eyes finally closing once and for all as he drifted off to sleep. She gave him an extra minute or two for good measure and tiptoed out of the room just as Anna reached the top of the stairs.

“Did you get him to sleep?”

She nodded. “How does it look?”

“Go see for yourself.”

The twinkling tree afforded enough light to show off the exciting display. The gleaming BMX bicycle had been at the top of Andy’s wish list when the Christmas season rolled around. She had suggested a bike with more features, like a basket, a bell and streamers for the handlebars, but Anna insisted the Mach 1 Jr. was a better mechanical design that Andy would appreciate because of his fascination with cars.

He would love the construction set too because he could use it in conjunction with his small toy cars. There was a paint set to encourage his artistic side and a toy guitar to develop his music aptitude. All in all, a collection of practical gifts he would enjoy.

On the coffee table were remnants of the peanut butter cookies and milk Andy had left for Santa. Nice that Santa happened to like Anna’s favorite.

When she heard water running in the master bathroom, she hurried back to the laundry room where she had hidden Anna’s present the night before. It was a rectangular box nearly three feet high, wrapped brightly in gold foil with a dark blue velvet ribbon. Once she had it positioned next to the tree she checked on Andy one last time and headed for bed, leaving the bedroom door ajar in case someone decided to sneak downstairs early.

The sight that greeted her brought a smile. Anna, with an obvious inkling of how sexy she looked, sat on the end of their king-sized bed wearing a knee-length baseball shirt and a Santa hat. “Did you happen to bring the mistletoe?”

“An unnecessary formality.” Lily straddled her lap and urged her backward onto the bed. Their kiss was just the right mix of tenderness and heat to share their love but not enough to send them into a lustful romp, which was off-limits with the door open.

“It’s been quite a year,” Anna said, turning off the light to settle beneath the comforter. Her long arms drew Lily close. “Seems like it was only yesterday we did this Santa stuff.”

“Kim said that too. We started all the fertility shots last January…”

“And we took Andy to Munich to see where the BMWs are born…and spent a whole week in July camping out at Silverwood Lake.”

“He started school. You went through all that downsizing at work.”

“It’s been a pretty good year now that I think about it. We worried a lot but things worked out just the way we planned.”

“And before you know it we’ll be lying here talking about Santa again and wondering where the year went.” Lily drew Anna’s hand to her lips and kissed it. “Did I ever get around to asking what you wanted for Christmas?”

“I have everything I need under this roof…you, Andy…” Her hand crept lower to caress Lily’s tummy. “A healthy baby on the way. I don’t how you could possibly top this.”

“I could always get you a minivan to replace that little sports car.”

There was nothing quite like a child’s delight on Christmas morning, Anna decided. She had every intention of instilling charitable values in her son as he grew older, but for now would savor his innocent belief that a jolly man from the North Pole squeezed down their chimney overnight and deposited this bounty. Andy was already wearing his new football jersey over his pajamas and couldn’t wait to ride his bike, play his guitar, paint a picture or build a town for his cars. He also clamored to read the books, watch the DVDs and eat the candy that had been stuffed into his stocking.

Lily snapped a picture as he slung the guitar strap over his shoulder and began to sing. “Reminds me of your cooking,” she said, covering her mouth as she leaned over.

“Pffft, what cooking?”

“Exactly.”

“A little louder, Andy. Mama’s having trouble hearing you.” Anna stuck out her tongue at Lily. “Give me that camera and go open your presents.”

She snapped away as Lily unwrapped an elaborate foot massager, bubble bath, scented massage oils and a gift certificate for two at a day spa in Palm Springs. “Someone thinks I’m going to need a little relaxation.”

“Your comfort is my reason for living.” Since her talk with Kim in Tahoe, she had been on a mission to find the most pampering gifts on the market. Remembering how her sister had complained of not being able to tie her own shoes, she had helped Andy pick out two pairs of sturdy slip-ons Lily could wear to work.

“Okay, your turn.” Lily snatched the camera from her hands and directed her toward the large box in the corner. “Let’s see if Santa thinks you’ve been a good girl.”

Anna ripped off the paper to find a car seat. “Very nice. I can keep it at my office,” she added, hoping to fend off further discussion of selling her beloved sports car.

“I predict that will last a couple of months, three at the most. Then you’ll get tired of running back and forth to fetch a car. You’ll be begging me to drive my new minivan.”

“You know me better than that. Those things are hideous.”

“They’re practical, and they’re safer than riding around in something no bigger than a roller skate.”

Invoking safety was below the belt. “I’ve never had an accident, unless you count someone spilling a milkshake all over my console. And I’m sure all the studies would say the safest cars are the ones we feel most comfortable driving.” She looked to Andy for support. “Mama wants me to get rid of the Z8. Does that sound like a good idea to you?”

“You can give it me,” he answered without missing a beat.

“Now you’re talking. I’ll drive it until the day I hand it over to you.”

Lily sneered at her cynically and she answered with her most innocent smile.

At the rate Jonah was tearing through the Big House in pursuit of his new puppy, Kim and Hal’s strategy for wearing him out was almost certain to pay off. It was no surprise to see Andy following along with equal excitement as the black-and-white mutt dashed from room to room. Martine, on the other hand, was anxious about her fragile antiques, lamps and sculptures, and insisted they confine their chase to the family room and kitchen.

“Can we get a puppy too?” Andy asked the moment he sat down for a breather.

“We already have a dog,” Lily said.

“But he isn’t a puppy like Peanut!”

“Peanut will only be a puppy for a little while. Then he’ll grow up and be a dog just like Chester.” Except judging from the size of Peanut’s feet at only ten weeks, he would be twice as big as their basset hound and probably three times bigger than what Kim and Hal had in mind when they suggested Jonah call him Peanut. Someone at the animal shelter was probably still laughing hysterically at their gullibility when he insisted this dog wouldn’t grow much more.

Anna slid onto the sofa and scooped Andy into her lap. “Mama’s right, pal. If we got a puppy, you might not play with Chester as much and it would hurt his feelings. You wouldn’t want that, would you?”

He shook his head but looked unconvinced. “I could play with both of them the same.”

Lily had anticipated Andy’s interest in the puppy, but was pretty sure he would forget about it once he got back home with his new bike and other toys. “There isn’t enough room for two dogs on your bed and you know how much Chester likes sleeping there. And what if you threw the ball and the puppy got it before Chester could? That wouldn’t make him very happy, would it?”

Anna hugged him fiercely. “You can play with Peanut whenever you go to Jonah’s, just like he plays with Chester when he comes to our house. Did you tell Jonah about your new bike?”

That sent him scampering into the kitchen after Jonah, creating a space next to Anna that Lily filled. “He’ll settle down when we start to open gifts,” Lily said.

“Yeah, but it won’t last long. Something tells me Peanut will steal the day.”

“Maybe not. We have a lot of presents to open from each other. Who knows? There might be something special in there.”

“More special than a puppy? It better have four wheels and a V-8 under the hood.”

When Christmas dinner was finished the family gathered around the tree to exchange gifts. Lily gave Hal their pre-arranged signal and he disappeared briefly, returning with a large box she had dropped off last week and hidden in one of the guest rooms at the Big House.

The children’s gifts came first. For the sake of harmony, George and Martine gave both boys the same thing, inflatable kayaks for the pool. Alice got a small pony on wheels that she could scoot throughout the house.

Kim’s gift to Lily was a cookbook—for Anna—called Cooking for Morons.

“Very funny,” Anna said. “I’ll have you know I made a perfectly good lasagna last week, so there!”

Lily shielded her mouth from Anna and whispered loudly, “She warmed it up. Sandy sent it home with us after we went over there to eat.”

“I didn’t just warm it up. I added a little parmesan cheese on top,” she countered indignantly. “You guys never give me any credit.”

“You’re right, honey. It was delicious…especially that little sprinkle of parmesan. And that bag of salad…” She kissed her fingertips with flair. “Magnifico!”

Andy gave his grandparents his school picture, framed and ready to hang in the den beneath the ones of his mother and aunt. Lily voiced her satisfaction that his class had gone for pictures before lunch, since he had arrived home that afternoon sporting a mustard stain on his new sweater vest.

Not to be outdone, Jonah presented a photo from his preschool, and topped Andy’s gift by adding a studio photo of him holding his sister. They were beautiful children, Lily had to admit, and she didn’t blame Kim and Hal one bit for showing them off. From his fallen face, Andy felt his gift had come up short.

“Come sit with me, Andy. There might be another surprise under the tree.”

They worked their way through the gifts until only the large box remained. “This one’s for Anna,” George said. “From Lily.”