“I haven’t bought a thing for anyone, and Christmas is next week.”

“You have people who can help you with that.”

“Nothing says how much you love someone than farming out your Christmas shopping to other people.”

“Everyone would understand, Sam. We’re all well aware of the changes to your life recently.”

“Still, I don’t want a stranger shopping for my kids and Nick.”

“Then ask Celia and your sisters to do it.”

“They have enough of their own people to shop for.”

“Ask for help, Sam. That’s the only way you’re going to be able to survive having three full-time jobs.”

“I hate when you’re right. Add that to your stupid list.”

“That’s number one on the list.”

Sam didn’t want to laugh, but couldn’t help it. “I also hate to encourage you, but that was a good one.”

“Thank you. I learned from the master.”

“Clearly, I’ve taught you too well. So what do I get the man who has everything because he has me for Christmas?”

“Not sure where to even start to unpack that question.”

“Seriously, Freddie. What do I get him?”

“How about working with the Secret Service to arrange a family ski trip while the kids are on vacation? There’s nothing he’d rather have than more time with you and the kids.”

“We’re supposed to go to Camp David after Christmas.”

“Ah, right. Do something for June when they’re all out of school. That way, he’ll have it to look forward to.”

“That’s a good idea, and I’ll probably do that, but I need something to give him that’s for right now.”

“I’ll give that some thought and get back to you.”

“Think fast. We’ve got a week.”

“Will do.”

Sam’s phone rang with a call from Dr. Anderson. “Hey.”

“Who you looking for?”

“Tyler Markham, an OB.” Again, Sam tried to recall how she knew that name.

“You’d probably find him at his office on K Street at this time of day, unless he’s delivering.”

“I’ll try the office first. Thanks for the info.”

“Haven’t seen you in a while. You must be due for some sort of catastrophe soon.”

“Shut your mouth.”

His laughter rang through the phone. “We offer two-for-one specials on your frequent-flier punch card during the holidays.”