Kane wasn’t going to argue with her. Not at this precise moment. ‘Fine,’ he said. ‘But I give you the right to change your mind again.’
‘I won’t change my mind this time.’
‘We’ll see,’ he said, taking hold of her hips and urging her to start moving again.
When she cried out in naked ecstasy, Kane suspected he was in there with a pretty good chance.
‘LOOK, Mummy, it’s a Felicity Fairy doll!’ Emily squealed as she ripped off the rest of the wrapping paper. ‘And her horse! And her castle!’
‘What a lucky girl you are,’ Jessie replied from where she was curled up in the corner of Kane’s sofa, dressed in the red silk nightie and robe Kane had given her on the stroke of midnight last night. They’d been up late talking and wrapping presents for Emily.
Of course, he’d insisted on seeing Jessie in his gift, one thing had led to another and, well…at least she hadn’t actually slept in his bed. This room, however, had been witness to some torrid but tender lovemaking between even more provocative present-giving: perfume, body lotion and chocolates, which he’d fed her one by one as rewards for various services rendered.
Around one o’clock, a sated Jessie had given Kane the gifts she’d bought him. A book about the teachings of the Dalai Lama, a Robbie Williams CD and a DVD of the Lord of the Rings trilogy. She’d gleaned his taste from their many talks. He’d been so overcome that he had to listen to the CD and watch some of the DVD before making love to her again as a thank-you.
Shortly before three, a totally spent Jessie had stumbled into the second guest room, climbed into the bed and fallen into a deep sleep, where she had remained, not moving an inch, till Emily started tugging on her hair around six, saying Santa had been and Mummy just had to get up.
After Jessie had opened a single bleary eye, Emily had rushed off, saying she would wake Kane up, too.
That had been about fifteen minutes ago.
Jessie yawned just as Kane came into the living room with two mugs of freshly brewed coffee. He was actually wearing clothes. Shorts and a T-shirt. He needed a shave but he looked good like that. Very sexy.
‘I really need this,’ she said as she took one of the mugs and cradled it in her hands. ‘It’s just as well you took me to meet your family the other night when I looked all right. I look like something the cat dragged in today.’
‘You look beautiful,’ he said, and bent to give her a peck on the forehead before settling next to her. ‘Glowing, in fact. Being in love suits you.’
Jessie glanced down at her engagement ring then up at the man who’d given it to her. ‘Being in love with you suits me,’ she said. ‘You are the most incredible man.’
‘But of course!’ He grinned. ‘Didn’t I tell you that from the start?’
She laughed. ‘You’re also very arrogant.’
‘Not true. I just know what I want when I see it.’
‘Mummy, look at this!’ Emily said, holding up the prettiest pink dress. ‘Isn’t it beautiful? I’m going to wear it when we visit Kane’s mummy and daddy. I’ll look like a princess, won’t I, Kane?’
‘Indeed.’
Jessie’s heart turned over at how happy her daughter was. Kane had brought joy to both their lives, as well as the promise of a secure future.
‘So, did Santa bring you everything you asked him for?’ Jessie asked her daughter.
‘Oh, yes,’ Emily said, surveying all her new toys and clothes and games. ‘He didn’t forget a thing.’
‘What do you like most?’ Jessie asked, knowing exactly what her daughter would say: the Felicity Fairy doll.
‘I like my new daddy the most,’ came her unexpected reply. ‘Can I call you Daddy now, Kane?’ she added, crinkling her forehead up into a frown.
‘I’d like nothing better, princess. Now, come over here,’ he said as he put his coffee down on a side-table, ‘and give your new daddy a hug.’
Emily smiled as only a child could smile, then ran into Kane’s waiting arms.
Jessie frowned.
‘Emily,’ she said once her daughter was comfortable on Kane’s lap, her arms tightly wound around his neck, ‘did you ask Santa for a new daddy that day at the shops?’
‘Yes,’ came the reply. ‘You said if I was a good girl he would get me anything I asked for. And he did.’
Jessie blinked at Kane, who shrugged. ‘The ways of the lord are very mysterious.’
She stared at him. ‘I didn’t know you were religious.’
‘I’m not overly. But I think we might pop into a church later today, just to say thank you.’
‘Can I go to church with you, Daddy?’
‘But of course, princess. That’s what daddies are for. To do whatever our little girls want us to do. And our big girls, too,’ he added with a sexy wink Jessie’s way.
‘Next year,’ Emily said excitedly, ‘I’m going to ask Santa for a baby brother.’
‘What a good idea,’ Kane replied whilst Jessie tried not to choke on her coffee. ‘I’m sure Santa won’t have any trouble with that order. Though you have to remember that even Santa can’t order the sex of a baby. That’s up to God.’
‘Then I’ll ask God.’
‘Go straight to the top. Excellent thinking. What do you think, Mummy?’
‘I think we should clear away all that paper over there, then have a shower and get dressed.’
Emily pulled a face when her mother got up and went over to start picking up the mounds of Christmas paper.
‘Mummies aren’t as much fun as daddies,’ she pronounced.
Kane smiled. ‘Oh, I don’t know, Emily. Your mummy has her moments. And she is a very good mummy, isn’t she?’
‘Oh, yes,’ Emily said, and smiled over at her mother.
Jessie thought her heart would burst with happiness. She didn’t know what she had done to deserve such happiness but she resolved never to take it for granted, to work hard, to always be a good wife to Kane, and an even better mother to Emily and whatever other children she might be blessed with.
Her mother was going to be surprised when she rang her later today and told her that some man did want to marry her, even with some other man’s baby.
But of course Kane wasn’t some man. He was a very special man.
‘Daddy,’ Emily whispered to Kane, ‘why is Mummy crying?’
‘She’s crying because she’s happy, princess,’ he told Emily, a lump in his own throat. ‘Grown-ups cry sometimes when they’re happy.’
‘When I cry, Mummy kisses me better.’
Kane nodded. ‘What a good idea. Let’s go kiss her better.’
ROBERT WILLIAM MARSHALL arrived just after midnight