Drabble No.2 in the series, this time it's Michael and Eve! I also want to say a big thank you to insaneantics21, for 'puppy verse' which undoubtedly insired these drabbles and the timeline in which they are set! If you like these drabbles then check out her Brittana-themed ones (glee).

Title: Pony

Time: December 2019

POV: Claire

"We're home!" Shane yelled, bounding through the front door. 5 year-old-Carrie followed shortly after.

Carrie was short with long brown hair and brown eyes. She wore a pink skirt with a cream jumper and matching tights. She had a fluffy pink coat which surprisingly, Eve had picked out. Shane was carrying her lunchbox: a pink case with kittens on the front.

I lifted her up for a cuddle, "How was school? Did you have fun."

"Yes." She replied and took a deep breath, a sign that she was about to ramble. I looked over at Shane's amused look which told me that she hadn't shut up about school the whole way home, "We went to a farm today and Miss said that we couldn't touch the animals but Billy put his hand in too the horse and nothing happened so I put my hand in too and he licked me!"

"Billy?" I asked, jokingly.

"No, the pony." She said in all seriousness, obviously not catching on to the fact that I was joking.

"Ugh." Shane joked, licking Carrie's hand playfully "Bet his tounge was all slimy."

Carrie pulled her hand away quickly, "Ew, Daddy!"

I put Carrie down on the floor and she ran into the living room, presumably to draw or lay with her toys. I smiled and kissed Shane.

"How was work?" I asked.

"Good." He replied, "Rad set the fire alarm off and we had to do a full was quite funny."

"Riveting." I mumble sarcatically and Shane pulls tounges at me.

"You had to be there."

Shane and I walked into the living room where Carrie was lying on her stomach on the carpet, drawing or writing something. I threw myself down onto the sofa and put my feet up. Shane lay down on the floor next to Carrie.

"What'cha doing, pumpkin?" I heard him ask.

"Writing a letter to Santa," Carrie replied innocently. She's so cute.

"What are you asking him for?"

"A pony."

"A..." Shane gulped, "Pony?"

"Yep." Carrie sung as she searched around for a pen. She found it under a cushion and carried on writing, using messy scribbles that only a 5-year-old could decipher.

Shane looked at me with fear in his eyes and I stared back. Carrie was asking for a pony for Christmas. But there was no way that we could give her a pony. Logically, we didn't have the money, time or expertise required to look after a pony. But if she woke up on Christmas morning expecting a pony then didn't get one, she'd question whether Santa was real and I didn't want that to happen.

Shane and I had came up with a plan: get Michael to dress up as Santa and explain to Carrie why she wouldn't be getting a pony for Christmas. Genius.

"Ho ho ho," Michael laughed as he walked into the living room, "Is there a Carrie in here?"

Shane, who was standing beside Carrie whispered to her, "Who's that, Carrie? Is that Santa?"

"Santa!" Carrie echoed, breaking free from Shane to hug Michael.

Michael sat down and swung Carrie up onto his knee. The look of joy on Carrie's face was amazing. She looked so happy.

"Hello, Carrie." Michael said in the deepest voice he could manage, "How are you?"

"I'm okay." Carrie answered, "You?" How cute. She made me so proud when she was polite like that. She made me proud all the time. I looked over at Eve, who was standing by the door chuckling.

"Now, Carrie. You've been a very good girl this year." Carrie nodded as Michael/Santa spoek to her, "So what would you like for christmas?"

"A pony." Carrie shot out, quickly and firmy.

"Now, Carrie, there's a slight problem with that." Michael sighed, "You see, ponys are very heavy and the sleigh just can't carry one."

Carrie looked like she was about to cry and my heart broke for her, "But Santa's magic."

Michael gave her a hug and said, "I'm sorry Carrie. Is there anything else you want for christmas?"

"No." Carrie sighed.

The room was silent now, all watching Carrie's reaction like she was a bomb about to go off. Michael looked exasperated as he asked, "Are you sure there's not one thing you'd like for christmas? Not anything besides a pony?"

"Well, there is one thing..."

Everyone let out their breath as 'Santa' asked Carrie what that one thing was, "Ho ho ho, well what would that be, my dear?"

"A baby cousin."

Eve burst out into giggles while Michael just sat there looking shocked, "Well maybe the sleigh can fit a pony, after all." he mumbled.