The last ornament was put up on the little tree. She wrapped her arm around him and rested her head on his shoulder. Soon there would be three of them. She couldn’t wait.
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She’d already picked him out. He would be delivered Christmas eve.
Tongue wagging, his long ears grazing the floor as he walked along at the breeder’s kennels. A Basset Hound was a weird choice, right? Wrong. It was a great choice. It was all she wanted. She’d name him Percy. He was curled up on her lap for most of the kennel visit, and when she locked eyes with Daniel, he knew this was it. It would make everything okay, at least for a while.
It would make the last month’s wounds heal, at least, he hoped they would. Daniel looked at his wife, her watery eyes reflecting the Christmas lights. She was as beautiful as the first day they met.
They’d lost their baby before it had even seen this beautiful world. It was an ache that probably would never go away. But he didn’t want to lose her, as well. He tucked his arm around his Nina’s waist. “Those Christmas lights have got nothing on you.”
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