Daddy’s coming home for Christmas.I promised my best friend I'd always look after his little girl. I’ve kept that promise for eighteen years, caring for Astrid as if she were my own—until the night she became mine, calling me Daddy on an empty playground.That was months ago. More than enough time for me to realize she’s the one I want to come home to. Her family’s renting a log cabin for Christmas, and as a de facto family member, I hold a standing invitation. I’ve got one week to show Astrid that Daddy’s not just playing house. He’s playing for keeps.But when I get my hands on her again, she feels different. Softer and fuller in places that can only mean one thing. Santa stashed an early Christmas gift deep inside my baby, a secret that can’t stay secret forever.