"This was a really wonderful Christmas," he said. "One of the best I've had." The best one, honestly, and the worst one too was the one after the war, when he'd been back with his family. But Fred had just died, which had made it the worst one too. It was odd how much his life had changed since then, so much he had changed, hopefully for the best.
"Yeah." He was reluctant to move though, but finally he managed to get Caine in his arms and ease out of the chair, the boy's head lolling against his shoulder. Luckily he was in his pyjamas, which made the whole thing easier.
They got him in bed and Percy stood, watching for a moment as Meg tucked him in.
"There was a time when I never thought I'd have anything like this," he said softly, his hand gently brushing along her spine as she bent over the bed.