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He didn’t have a lot of money, but he wanted to give Sarah something special, something he knew she would treasure. The past year had been hectic for both of them – job changes, a new house, a strong-willed two-year-old girl they both loved and adored. Sarah hadn’t complained even once all year, and now he was going to give her what she wanted most of all this Christmas, something more precious than anything he could buy on Amazon or even at the jewelry store.

He was going to give her a night of pure, luxurious, uninterrupted sleep.

“Honey, I’ve been thinking,” he said as they sat by the fireplace, enjoying a few minutes of quiet now that Madison was finally in bed.

“Yes, dear?” Sarah said, stifling a yawn.

“Why don’t you go down to the guest bedroom and get a good night’s sleep tonight?”


“Get some sleep. I’ll get up with kid. Take all the time you need.”

Sarah stared at him with those big, brown eyes of hers and, then, she couldn’t help it. She broke out into tears.

“Oh, Mike,” she said. “Oh, Mike.”

“I know,” he said, holding her and closing his eyes, wondering what he had just gotten himself into, staying up with Madison half the night. He would pay for it tomorrow but, by God, Sarah deserved this. She was such a good woman.

“I love you, Mike,” she whispered. “I love you so damn much.”

“I love you, too, baby,” he answered, trying hard not to get emotional.

“I’m going to go downstairs now.”

“Okay,” he said. “We’ll try not to wake you.”

She giggled and gave him a little wave. He waved back. It was tough. He was going to miss having someone to cuddle up with tonight, at least until about one o’clock in the morning when Madison crawled into their queen-sized bed. But Mike knew this was the right thing to do, and he knew it would make Sarah so very happy or, at the very least, a little more alert.

Sleep, he thought. It’s something you don’t think much about until you don’t have it. And then, it means the world.