Her Christmas Family Wish

  A Daddy for Christmas

  Single mother Ellie Grant’s little girl only wants one thing for Christmas: a daddy. But after adopting Gracie and losing her fiancé, Ellie made a vow to focus on motherhood—not romance. But the five-year-old has her sights set on veterinarian Wyatt Wright, a handsome widowed father whose toddler son means an instant brother. Ellie knows that Wyatt’s heart is as closed to love as hers is. Yet when Wyatt also starts working at Wranglers Ranch, Ellie can’t deny her growing feelings. Now her daughter’s fondest wish might make two families into one just in time for Christmas.

  “What if I spend some time with Gracie, just to clear up this daddy notion of hers?” Wyatt asked.

  “In exchange for what?” Ellie’s eyes searched his face.

  “For you watching my son for a few hours. I know I’m getting the better deal, but Gracie obviously needs someone to talk to. And I need help with Cade.”

  “But the evenings, before bedtime, those are special daddy moments you shouldn’t miss with Cade,” she protested.

  “Something has to give, Ellie.” He hated admitting that. “I have to work and keep our home up.”

  “I have just one condition,” Ellie said.

  “Name it.”

  “You have to agree that this is simply an arrangement between friends and nothing more. I’m not looking for a father for Gracie or a relationship for myself. I need you to be clear on that, Wyatt. Strictly friends.”

  “Agreed,” he said with a nod, relief swelling. “I don’t want any romantic entanglements, either.” He grinned at her and thrust out his hand. “Deal, friend?”

  Ellie took her time but finally she shook hands with him. “Deal.”

  Lois Richer loves traveling, swimming and quilting, but mostly she loves writing stories that show God’s boundless love for His precious children. As she says, “His love never changes or gives up. It’s always waiting for me. My stories feature imperfect characters learning that love doesn’t mean attaining perfection. Love is about keeping on keeping on.” You can contact Lois via email, loisricher@gmail.com, or on Facebook (loisricherauthor).

  Books by Lois Richer

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  The Rancher’s Family Wish

  Her Christmas Family Wish

  Family Ties

  A Dad for Her Twins

  Rancher Daddy

  Gift-Wrapped Family

  Accidental Dad

  Northern Lights

  North Country Hero

  North Country Family

  North Country Mom

  North Country Dad

  Healing Hearts

  A Doctor’s Vow

  Yuletide Proposal

  Perfectly Matched

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  HER CHRISTMAS

  FAMILY WISH

  Lois Richer

  Whatever your hands find to do,

  do it with your might.

  —Ecclesiastes 9:10

  This book is dedicated to my nephew Drew,

  who is on the way to discovering his future.

  God bless you, Drew.

  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Dear Reader

  Excerpt from An Aspen Creek Christmas by Roxanne Rustand

  Chapter One

  “That little boy would be a good brother, wouldn’t he, Mommy?”

  Wyatt Wright stifled his groan. Not another one. He’d been in this grocery story almost twenty minutes, and he’d put only three things from his list into his basket, thanks to his son’s many female admirers. At least, that’s how he preferred to think of the women who used Cade to open a conversation with him.

  Only this time Cade’s fan sounded like a little kid.

  “He’s a cutie all ri—” A woman’s light, cheery voice paused. “Uh-oh.”

  Intrigued by the way warning overtook her amusement, Wyatt did something he’d vowed not to. He looked directly at the stranger and spoke to her.

  “Is something wrong?”

  She peered at Cade. “Your son is about to be sick.”

  Clear gray eyes set in a heart-shaped face met his, empty of the coy look he often saw in the ladies who were—how did he say it without sounding conceited?—looking to make his acquaintance. And yet Wyatt didn’t get the impression that he was the attraction here, given the coolly polite smile that lifted this woman’s pink lips. Still, he couldn’t help but admire her flaxen hair as it tumbled to her shoulders in an attractive disarray of curls. She wore a pale blue sundress, probably in deference to the heat of a late-October evening in Tucson, that flirted around her tanned legs.

  Cade was sick? That was an opening gambit he hadn’t heard before. Of course she was wrong. Wyatt had been eighteen-month-old Cade’s sole parent for over a year. He knew all about—

  “Look out!” the pretty stranger warned.

  Wyatt turned in time to see his usually grinning boy grimace before spewing a sour mouthful all over his daddy’s favorite T-shirt.

  “Sorry. I tried to warn you.” The slender stranger was quite tall, only a few inches shorter than Wyatt’s own six-foot height. She dug into her large shoulder bag, pulled out a packet of wipes and extracted several. “Poor baby. But your tummy feels better now, doesn’t it?”

  Wyatt blinked twice before realizing her tender tone was for Cade. Gently she wiped the disgusting mess from his son’s face and shirtfront, then tucked the used wipes into a plastic bag which she grabbed from a roll at the nearby produce stand. After removing more clean wipes, she reached toward Wyatt. He stepped back just in time to stop her from cleaning him up, too.

  “Oh. Sorry.” She blushed very prettily, then stuffed the wipes into his hand. “I guess you can do that yourself. Moms get used to cleaning up spills. But I suppose dads do, too, right?”

  Entranced by the melodic sound of her light laugh, Wyatt couldn’t find his voice. After a minute her smile faded. She shrugged, then bent to look at Cade.

  “Hope you feel better, sweet boy.” Cade grinned at her, his feet churning. She glanced at Wyatt. “You’ve got a real charmer here.” Then she turned and reached for her daughter’s hand. “Come on, Gracie.”

  Wyatt hid his smile when the little girl planted her feet and stubbornly refused to move.

  “This man would make a good daddy for us, Mommy,” the blue-eyed sprite mused, her silvery-gold head tilted as she assessed Wyatt.

  That was so not funny. Wyatt suppressed his overwhelming desire to bolt.

  “Then he—” Gracie continued jerking a thumb at Cade “—could be my brother. I’d really like to have a brother,” she added, her head tilted to one side thoughtfully. Then she frowned. “’Cept I don’t want him to spit on me.”

  Wyatt cleared his throat, intending to voice a firm yet delicate refusal that would end the child’s ludicrous notion real fast, before her mother latched on to it. Instead he got sidetracked by the lady’s burst of laughter.

  “You used to spit up exactly the same way, Gracie.” The mom chuck
led when her daughter wrinkled her nose in disgust. “But we don’t need a daddy,” she said in a firm voice. “We’re fine just the way we are, you and me. Don’t you like our family?”

  Instead of rushing her child away from a touchy subject, as Wyatt had seen other parents do, the mother waited for a response. He admired her serenity and total focus on her child and made a mental note to practice the same kind of patience with Cade when he got older so he’d be the best father a kid could have. He’d do whatever it took to be a better father to his son than his own father had ever been.

  “Our family’s nice,” Gracie agreed. “But I want a daddy. And a brother. Melissa and Courtney have brothers and daddies,” she said, her chin thrust up.

  “So you’ve told me, many times.” A resigned sigh colored the mother’s response. “But I’m sure there are other kids in your kindergarten class who don’t. Each family is different, Gracie. One isn’t better or worse than another, just different.” She smoothed the child’s rumpled curls. “We need to get our ice cream now so we can go to Wranglers Ranch.”

  Wranglers Ranch? That was the place that sponsored camps for troubled kids. Months earlier the owner, Tanner Johns, had left a message on Wyatt’s answering machine asking him if he was interested in taking on a full-time vet position there. Wyatt, his hands full caring for Cade, hadn’t responded. Though he kept running into Tanner at church, the rancher had never pressed him for a reply, simply offered friendship. Wyatt figured Wranglers’ ministry must be growing because of a mention at last week’s church service about a youth group outing to the ranch.

  “And—” Gracie dragged out the word, giving him and Cade another once-over before blowing out a heartfelt sigh. “Now that Beth and Davy live at Wranglers Ranch, they have a daddy, too. I’m the only one who doesn’t.”

  The pathos in her mournful words reached in and squeezed Wyatt’s heart, until he caught the mother’s grimace as she rolled her eyes at him.

  “Oh, that’s not the worst of my shortcomings,” she explained with a teasing chuckle. “Last week Gracie was the only one in her kindergarten class not allowed to stay up late to watch a TV show.” She raised her eyebrows in a pseudo-severe look. “As you must know, single parenthood isn’t for the faint of heart.” She fluttered her fingers. “We have to go. Bye.”

  Wyatt nodded bemusedly until her gaze dropped to his shirt.

  “You, uh, might want to get that off before it dries,” she advised quietly. Then she took Gracie’s hand and firmly drew her toward the freezer section.

  Wyatt grimaced and used the wad of wipes she’d handed him to clean up the mess as best he could.

  “Thanks a lot,” he said to his son who was now happily blowing bubbles.

  Wyatt quickly gathered the rest of the items on his list and hurried through the checkout determined to avoid another encounter with more of Cade’s admirers. But in the parking lot he noticed the same woman buckling her little girl into a car seat. Pure impulse and an innate curiosity he should have suppressed sent Wyatt walking briskly toward them.

  “How did you know?” he asked abruptly.

  The woman jerked in surprise, bumping her head on the car before she ducked out.

  “Ow!” She raised a slim arm to rub the top of her head. “Sorry?” Her eyebrows drew together as she frowned at him.

  “How did you know Cade was going to be sick?” Wyatt repeated.

  “Years of pediatric nursing and a child of my own,” she explained with a shrug. “It’s the kind of look I learned to interpret fast and clean up faster.” She checked out his shirt. “Good job. Did you feed him something new for lunch?”

  “A couple of brussels sprouts,” he admitted. “He seemed okay with them.”

  “Ew! I’m afraid I’d have the same reaction as he did. Not my favorite vegetable.” She shrugged at Wyatt’s frown. “Well, sorry, but it’s not.”

  “Rounded nutrition is the best thing for kids,” he repeated, quoting verbatim from the baby book he used as his parenting mentor.

  The woman opened her lips to say something but was interrupted.

  “What’s that boy’s name?” Gracie asked, poking her head forward.

  “He’s Cade. I’m Wyatt. Wyatt Wright,” he said, shocked that he was voluntarily giving his name to a child and her mother—a single woman, to boot. But there was something about this woman that drew him. Because she was attractive? Compelling? Intriguing?

  All of the above.

  “We’re Ellie and Gracie Grant. But I already know who you are, Wyatt.” Ellie laughed at his surprise. “I’ve seen you at church. In fact, you’re the current hot topic.”

  “I am?” He frowned at her. “Why?”

  “Mmm.” She tapped her forefinger against her lips. “How can I put this delicately? Let’s just say there are a lot of single ladies at our church who feel you’ve been a widower too long, that you need a good woman to help you with this little guy.”

  Aghast, Wyatt stood frozen as Ellie chucked Cade under the chin. Cade’s giggle was Wyatt’s favorite sound because it made him feel like he wasn’t the awful failure his own father had been.

  He wasn’t sure how to reply, though he wanted to ask Ellie if she was one of those ladies from church. Not that it mattered. Wyatt doubted that even knowing she was would end the zip of electricity curling up his spine.

  “Don’t worry, Wyatt.” That thread of laughter lilted through Ellie’s voice. She winked at him. “You’re safe with me.”

  “I am?” Wyatt gulped down a rush of disappointment. Hey! Shouldn’t he be feeling relief?

  “Yep, very safe.” Ellie checked that Gracie was secure, then carefully closed the car door, maybe so her daughter couldn’t overhear? “Despite Gracie’s comments, I am not on the hunt for a husband. Raising Gracie takes all my focus. I’m not interested in romance,” she said airily, though he heard a bit of an edge to the words.

  Wyatt didn’t have time to ask why a gorgeous woman like her wouldn’t want love in her life because she walked around the car and pulled open the front door. She tossed him a funny, almost sad smile, then climbed inside and drove away.

  “Well,” he said to Cade as he pushed the grocery cart toward his car. “That was interesting. But don’t do the sick part again, okay? It makes us both smell bad. Got it?”

  Cade crowed his agreement as if he knew that the encounter with that remarkable woman and her daughter had made his daddy’s day brighter.

  While Wyatt fastened Cade in his seat, then loaded the groceries, his thoughts replayed his interaction with the mother-daughter duo. He’d liked them both, but he especially liked Ellie’s forthrightness.

  Wait a minute!

  “Focus on parenthood,” he ordered his wayward brain. “You’re a single dad with a veterinarian practice that barely supports you and a ranch that needs tons of work and money.”

  It’s up to you, Wyatt, to use your business to follow in my footsteps and make the Wright name stand out in this town. His father’s last words brought the same rush of irritation and burst of inferiority that they had the day Bernard Wright had said them ten years ago.

  Wyatt glanced in the mirror at his son.

  “Can’t focus on that right now, Dad,” he muttered as he drove home. “Taryn’s gone. I’m the only one Cade has. I have to be here for him.” The way I wasn’t there for Taryn.

  A tinder of unforgiveness flamed anew at the memory of his wife’s needless death. Yes, the underage teens who hit her were guilty. But so was Wyatt. Taryn shouldn’t have been driving that night. Wyatt had promised her that morning that he’d pick up diapers and formula for Cade by lunchtime, but he’d forgotten. Later he’d promised Taryn he’d do it on his way home from a call, but he’d forgotten again. After dinner and another promise that he’d make a run to the grocery store when he’d finished his coffee, he’d fallen asleep with Cade on his chest, failing to remember his promise. So Taryn had let him sleep and gone herself.

  His wife had been killed. Be
cause of him.

  Familiar guilt gnawed at Wyatt as he pulled into his driveway. He’d made promises he hadn’t kept, disappointed his wife and, worse, left her alone day after day to fulfill dreams for the ranch they’d planned to restore together while he pursued the goal of making his veterinary business number one in Tucson. Wyatt had failed his wife miserably.

  And why? Because he couldn’t forget that deathbed promise to his father. He’d worked eighteen hours a day, taken on every client who called, hoping he could somehow prove himself worthy of the prestigious Wright name. But that time had been stolen from Taryn. Wasn’t it silly that even now, alone, a single parent and almost thirty years old, Wyatt still couldn’t shed his long-buried need to prove himself worthy of his father’s love?

  Losing Taryn had taught him one hard lesson. Don’t make promises you can’t keep. His father had taught him the other. Never make Cade feel he had to earn his daddy’s love.

  Wyatt carried his now-sleeping child into the house and settled him before retrieving his groceries and storing them. He would still make his father proud; it was just going to take a little longer. Because now Cade came first, before his practice, before the ranch, before the promise to his father, before anything.

  Ellie’s sweet laugh filled Wyatt’s head, and for a moment he wished—No! He ruthlessly pushed her lovely face from his mind and started on the laundry. There was no way he’d let another woman in his life and risk failing her the way he had Taryn.

  No way at all.

  *

  “He was a nice daddy, wasn’t he, Mommy?” Gracie chirped from the backseat. “I liked Cade, too.” She paused. Ellie saw her wrinkle her nose. “’Cept when he got sick. That was gross.”

  “Gross? Where did you hear that?” Ellie asked, one eyebrow raised.

  “Melissa. Can I play with the horses at Wranglers Ranch?” Gracie asked in a quick change of topic.

  “I don’t think so, honey. The horses are probably ready to sleep now.” Ellie hoped so, because she was too tired to deal with a wiggling, shrieking Gracie astride a horse.