“I’m Jack,” the little boy said with childish enthusiasm.
“Jack, what would you like for Christmas?” Santa asked as the boy wobbled on his knee.The little boy hung his head, a frown on his little face with drooping shoulders. He looked like a wilting flower. “I want a new mom.”
Here's another snippet from Jack's Christmas Wish.
“Will you be my new mom?”
That she wasn’t expecting. Crap! Now what? I can’t very well say yes, I’d love to, now can I? Yeesh!
“Uh, no honey, but I’m sure your dad will find someone.” She looked to the dad and he gave a timid smile. Pick me. Please, pick me.
She smiled back, searching those deep blue eyes for any hint of attraction, because she was feeling loads of it. She might not be his mommy, but she would certainly be girlfriend material. The mommy thing would work itself out.
Jack slumped over again. God, she felt bad for him. He hopped down from Santa’s knee and turned to her. “I would’ve liked you to be my new mommy. You’re pretty.”
Her face heated. “Thank you, Jack.” What else could she say? Me too.
The dad stepped up to collect his son. “He’s right, you know. You are very pretty.”
Good grief all the sudden it was seriously hot. All the man had to do is say she was pretty and she creamed her fuzzy green outfit.