Wanted: Christmas Mummy

Besides, he’d tried marriage once. He wasn’t sure he would ever be that desperate—in spite of the disasters his sons could create. He’d find a housekeeper somehow. Somewhere.

Unable to stand any more conversation on the subject, he stood, grabbed his cowboy hat and sheepskin jacket from the back of the chair, muttered a good-night and stalked out into the cold November air.

“Man, he’s a touchy son of a gun tonight,” Will protested.

“I bet it’s those kids of his. Meggy has ’em in Sunday school and she comes home all worn-out. They need a mama real bad.”

“Well, he oughta consider a ad. I heard tell of a man up in Wind River got a wife that way.”

“He’d be more likely to find a woman that way than just waitin’ for one to come along. Wyoming may have lots of things goin’ for it, but available women isn’t one of ’em.”

“You’re right about that,” Will agreed. “Too bad we can’t put in a ad for him. Once he met a few of those ‘desperate’ women, he might change his mind.”

“Yeah, too bad—” Ben stopped and stared at his friend. “Why not? You got a piece of paper?”

Chapter One

“Damn!”

The five-year-old twins stared at each other before one whispered, “Ooh! Daddy said a bad word.”

“I heard that.” The deep voice sounded from above the desk.

“Well, you did,” Justin asserted.

“Yeah, we heard you,” his twin, Gareth, agreed.

They watched as their father sighed and ran his hand through blond hair only slightly darker than theirs. He looked down at them and muttered, “Sorry, guys, I shouldn’t have said a bad word, but I’m a little upset.”

“How come? We didn’t even do anything today,” Gareth protested.

“I know. It’s not you. It’s these blasted letters.” He shoved at a pile of papers and envelopes and several fluttered to the floor.

The boys started gathering them up for their father when Gareth found a picture. “Wow! She don’t hardly have any clothes on!”

Justin leaned over to see the picture, but their father snatched it from Gareth first.

“Give that to me! Uh, thanks for trying to help, boys, but I, uh, need you to go play or watch TV or…or something.”

There was a tone in his voice the boys had heard before. A tone that said their father had reached his limit.

“Yes, Daddy,” they chorused, their angelic smiles matching the blond innocence on their faces. They tiptoed from the room, pausing only to look once more at their father’s flushed face as he stared at yet another letter.

Once they were in the living room with the TV turned on, Justin said, “Do you think Daddy’s going to find us a mommy?”

“I don’t know. He doesn’t seem too happy.”

“He didn’t even like that picture.” He paused before asking his brother in a whisper, though no one could hear them, “Was she really naked?”

“Naw,” Gareth assured him. “She was wearing a swimsuit or something. But girls sure are different from us.” He glanced down at his flat, narrow chest with a frown.

“Yeah. Curly looks at pictures like that sometimes,” Justin added, naming one of their father’s cowboys.

“Yeah.”

Justin thought a littler longer, a mighty frown on his face. “If Daddy doesn’t even like to look at pictures of girls, how will he find us a mommy?”

“He’s trying to find someone to take care of us instead of a mommy. He said.”

“I know. But no one answered that ad. I heard Moss and Curly talking,” Justin explained. Moss, their father’s foreman, was a great favorite with the twins. “They said Daddy didn’t get no answer to his ad. But when Mrs. Meggy’s husband changed the ad to one for a wife, then ‘every bloomin’ female in the country wrote a letter,’” Justin finished triumphantly, having produced a semblance of Moss’s drawl as he quoted him.

“But if Daddy doesn’t like ’em, it doesn’t matter,” Gareth reasoned.

“Yeah.” Justin slumped against the back of the sofa. “But I want a mommy. Don’t you?”

“Yeah. One who makes cookies…and tucks us in at night.”

The two boys sat in silence, contemplating the idea of having a mother. They were a little fuzzy on the details, but they knew they wanted one.

“But if Daddy won’t pick one, how will we find a mommy?” Justin finally asked.

“We could send a letter to the paper, like Mrs. Meggy’s husband did.”

“We don’t know how to write.”

“Oh. Yeah.”

“We need someone to help us,” Justin said, frowning again. “Someone who will give us what we ask for.”

“That sounds like Santa Claus,” Gareth said before he straightened, excitement filling his voice. “Hey! We can ask Santa for a mommy for Christmas. She can be our present this year!”

THE INCESSANT RINGING of the phone had Doug muttering a few more of those forbidden words beneath his breath. He trudged down the hall and into the kitchen to grab the receiver.

“Yeah?”

“Doug Graybow? Ooh! You sound hot! Wait till you see just how hot I can be, too. We’ll be perfect for each other.”

“Look, if this is about the ad, it was a mistake.”

“But, Dougie, I’m sure you’ll be interested in what I have to offer. I’m 38-22-34, have long blond hair and—”

Doug interrupted the sultry voice. “Sorry, not interested.” He slammed down the phone and started back to his office. That was the fifth call this evening, interrupting his paperwork. Fed up, he paused by the living room door. Sticking his head in, he said to his sons, “If the phone rings anymore, just tell them I’m busy and hang up. Okay?”

“You mean we get to answer the phone?” Gareth demanded, excited about the new responsibility.

“That’s right. But do exactly like I tell you. If they ask to speak to me, tell them I’m busy and hang up.”

“Okay,” the twins chorused.