Author's Note: Merry Christmas Eve everyone!
"When is Santa gonna come?" Parker's voice was childlike and as Eliot spun around to see her, he marveled at just how beautiful she looked. Her red blanket wrapped around her like a shawl, her eyes sparkled as she met his gaze. He had noticed that she had this effect on him more and more and Eliot found that it was getting hard to work with her. He blamed it on the holidays, of course. It had just be the Christmas spirit in the air making him feel like this. "Eliot?"
"Huh?" Eliot mumbled, startled by her.
"When is Santa gonna come?" Eliot looked at her strangely. Santa? Why on Earth was she asking about Santa? Didn't she know the truth?
"Parker," Eliot began slowly. "Santa isn't-"
"Coming right now!" Sophie exclaimed suddenly as she wrapped an arm around Eliot's shoulder. She shot him and icy glare. "Santa comes when you're asleep, Parker."
"Oh, really?" Parker replied. "Then, I'm going to bed!" She scurried off and slammed a door behind her. Eliot didn't have time to tell her that it was only 3:00 in the afternoon.
"Eliot," Sophie said harshly. "You almost ruined it!"
"Ruined what?" Eliot questioned, completely lost.
"Parker's innocence!" Sophie snapped. "If you had finished your sentence, poor Parker would've been devastated!"
"I'm sorry, Sophie," Eliot began. "But you lost me." Sophie sighed exasperatedly and threw her hands up in defeat.
"Parker's always believed in Santa," Sophie replied. "She was in foster homes, but even through that, she's always believed in Santa. And you are not going to ruin it for her!"
"Hey, Sophie?"
"What?"
Eliot smirked.
"I've got an idea."
And with that he dragged Sophie away.
Author's Note: What's Eliot's idea? Find out tomorrow! Merry Christmas Eve everyone!