"There we go, all done" I sighed as I set the last gift under the tree.
"Go call Darcy" I whispered to Harry who was laying on the couch, staring at me.
I have no idea what he sees in me but he is a wonderful husband/father.
He smiled and went upstairs to call our 4 year old daughter. I ran to the kitchen and started to pretend I was cooking until I heard a little girl scream.
"Santa, Santa Claus came mummy!" She shouted jogging into the kitchen and pulling me back into the living room.
She is the cutest little girl I have ever seen. Not just because she is my daughter but because she really is beautiful.
She has Harry's eyes, hair, smile, dimples, and nose. She is a mini-him, the only thing she has from me is her lips.
She is perfect and I love to see her happy.
"Yes, he did. Go open your presents baby" I smiled down at her and she ran to the tree and sunk to her knees to be able to open her gifts.
This year Harry and I went a little overboard. We got her 5 Barbie's, a toy dog, princess costumes, a battery powered car, art utensils and the last present is...she is getting a baby brother.
"That is a lot of presents daddy and mummy" she said with a wide smile.
"We have one more" Harry said walking towards me and wrapping an arm around my waist.
Darcy looked up at us with a confused look and Harry put a hand on my belly.
"The reason why mummy has been getting fat..." He chuckled at the word fat. "Is because she has a baby inside her belly and he is growing" Harry said holding me tighter.
"I'm going to get a baby brother?" She asked instantly jumping to her feet.
"Yes" I answered with a grin.
All of a sudden she was screaming and jumping and then she ran to me and gently laid her tiny hand next to Harry's on my stomach.
"This is the best Christmas...ever" she whispered.
"It is" Harry agreed.
Nothing can get better than this, nothing.
