They said their goodbyes and walked out of the church hand in hand, just as they had come in. Unable to contain his excitement, David talked incessantly in the car about
Santa's upcoming visit. Daphne however, was thinking of a Christmas long since passed.
"What's on your mind, my angel?"
She smiled at her husband, who always seemed to know when something was bothering her. "I was just thinking about that Christmas. The one we were talking about
earlier."
Niles slowed the car to kiss Daphne on the cheek. "I told you, Daphne, Dad's perfectly fine. He's not going anywhere. Not if Ronee has anything to say about it."
"A-actually I was thinking about Eddie." She confessed.
"Eddie?"
"I know it's silly, but-."
Niles took her hand in his and squeezed gently. "It's not silly. You loved Eddie."
Daphne sighed, glancing at her son who had fallen asleep in the back seat. "I did. He could be completely impossible, but he was such a sweet little dog. Martin was
devastated by his death. And I'll never forget the look on David's face when we told him."
"Or yours."
Daphne's eyes rose to meet Niles'. "My what?"
"The look on your face when I told you about Eddie. You know I hate seeing you so upset. It just breaks my heart."
Thankful for the traffic light that changed from yellow to red, Daphne leaned over and kissed her husband deeply. "I love you."
"I love you, too. Now let's get our son home so that Santa can pay him a visit."
Daphne smiled and squeezed his hand. "That sounds like a wonderful idea."