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Carrie found a car seat. And two stuffed animals from the ambulance supply that they gave to transported kids. And a bright shiny red fire truck that Mike suspected came from somebody’s private stock, meant for a son or nephew. Fire and rescue folks were generous that way.

Tyler had no problem believing that Santa made a drop-off at Carrie’s house when jolly old Saint Nick found out he wasn’t home. It made perfect sense to him that his toys would find him, no matter what.

The fire truck was an instant hit. Stuffed animals were okay, and got a few seconds of perusal before being put down. But Mike could see that the kid was probably going to sleep with that fire truck before he let go of it. That small thing meant a lot to him. Kids were so resilient.

He could see the thanks in Lori’s eyes. Of course she couldn’t say anything out loud without giving away the game. Carrie had also brought a fluffy pink receiving blanket and some amazingly tiny sleepers for Mikayla. “She looks like an elf.” Carrie settled a matching pointed hat on the sleeping baby. “Doesn’t she, Mike?”

She actually looked like a red, squashy baby to him, but he suspected admitting that would be trouble. Silence was probably the best route here. He smiled, hoping to look sincere. “Can I carry anything down to the truck?”

“Not much to carry.” Lori looked around the room. She had her hospital supplies, issued on admission, and a bag that must have contained yesterday’s outfit. It was then Mike realized that what he’d taken for a relatively attractive matching shirt and pants were hospital scrubs lent to her by a nurse. Even a day after giving birth she managed to make the outfit look like tailored separates.

“I’m sorry,” he blurted out. “We were so busy getting stuff for Tyler and the baby. I didn’t think about you.”