Daddy Christmas

Ever since I became a mom I feel so…adult. Don’t get me wrong, there is no one on Earth who could take better care of my kids than me. But sometimes, guiltily, I yearn for someone to take care of me.
I still want to be somebody’s little girl.
The sexy doctor next door volunteers as tribute…and I didn’t even have to ask. Somehow he knows exactly what I need. What I want.
And the best part is he wants me to call him Daddy.
Merry Christmas, to me.
But my kids could use a good dad, too.
When hearts get involved, my doctor daddy needs to know we’re a package deal. That’s real life. If this Daddy Dom is even willing to be there for all of us after the holiday magic fades…will he still let me be his little girl?