Mallory pulled their mother’s fine Christmas china from the hutch and set the table, and on a whim, she lit some candles. She had thought of putting on some soft music, but she didn’t want to keep Jocelyn awake, knowing that she needed as much rest as she could get. She was due any day now, but Mallory had a feeling that it would be a Christmas baby.

“Wow!” Brock said, snatching one of the dinner rolls that Mallory had just set on the table. “Everything looks great!”

A smile lit her lips. “Thanks. Why don’t you go get cleaned up? Dinner will be ready soon.”

“Mallory,” Brock said, pulling...