A/N: Well I said once my story was never-ending, right? LOL! I can't help it. For some reason, I just can't stop writing. And as long as I have PC stories floating around in my head, I'll share them. So here's my latest one, a much shorter story than the last one, hopefully wink.

And if you haven't read my first story, please feel free to take a look at my profile for the link and read the 80 chapters lol! Although if you haven't read it, don't worry, you shouldn't be too confused. All you need to know is that the vamps are gone, Eve never died, Kevin and Lucy are still together, and Livvie is NICE lol!

Well, Merry Christmas, everyone! You can consider this as my little present to you :)

Chapter 1

Christmas music filled the air at Wyndham's Department Store as shoppers hustled to get a start on their holiday shopping.

At the back of the store, the line to see Santa was getting quite long. So long in fact, that the line went all the way to the junior clothing department. The children were hyped up, ready for Christmas, high on sugar, and screaming to see Santa! Several parents stood in line with glazed expressions on their faces, wanting to get out of there.

Rafe was one of those parents. His arms were getting tired from all of the shopping bags Alison made him carry, and his legs were starting to ache from so much walking.

"When's it my turn, Mommy?" Katrina asked, for probably the fourteenth time since they got in line.

Four-year-old Katrina Kovich was the spitting image of her mother. She had her same long, blonde hair, her sparkling blue eyes, and Rafe swore they smiled just alike.

"Don't worry, baby, you're next. You just have to wait until this little boy's turn is over," Alison said, reassuring her daughter that she would in fact, see Santa today.

"But he's been there FOREVER!" she whined.

"And I want the Ninja Turtles action figures and the Power Rangers, but not the pink one because that's for girls! I want the Robosapien robot. I want the Robo Wheels Crash Coaster set and I want some more hot wheels cars. I want the Harry Potter video game, AND the DVDs…"

"Do you think Santa's toy factory is going to have anything left after this kid?" Rafe whispered to Alison.

"I want the Spongebob Squarepants video game, the Jimmy Neutron DVD. I also want the playstation game system like my friend Tommy has. And the games I want are…"

The man in the Santa suit sighed. There was a kid like this every year.

"And I want a baseball glove, with a baseball bat and ball. I want the Razor E. Electric Scooter, and a new bike…."

"HO, HO, HO!" Santa bellowed, interrupting him before he could add anything else. "That's quite a list there, Jonathan."

"Hey! I'm not done telling you what I want for Christmas!"

"Well how about you make a list for me and give it to one of my elves? And if you continue to be a good boy, I'll see what I can do. Say cheese!"

"Oh, Rafe! Get the camera ready!"

"Oh yeah!" Rafe dug the camera out from one of the shopping bags and positioned it to record. He didn't want to miss this.

"Go, Katrina! You're next, sweetie!" Alison said, letting go of her daughter's hand and watching as she ran up to Santa and hopped into his lap.


"HO, HO, HO!" Santa bellowed once again, caught by surprise of how much energy this small child had. "Aren't you a pretty little girl? And what's your name?"

"Katrina," she said sweetly.

"Well that's a beautiful name. Now tell me, Katrina, have you been a good little girl?"

Katrina shook her head yes. "Yes, Santa. I've been very good. Daddy says I'm his little angel."

"An angel, huh? Well then you must be especially good."

Alison and Rafe smiled at each other.

"Do you know what you want for Christmas, Katrina?"

"Uh huh!" she said excitedly.

"What is it?"

"A pony!"

"A pony? Ho, ho! That's an awfully big gift for such a little girl."

"I'll take really good care of her! I promise! And I'll ride her everyday!"

"You know, ponies are a very special kind of pet. They need a big yard to run in. Are you sure your backyard is big enough for a pony?"

Katrina thought about it. "Hmm, no, but my nana has a big yard! And she has horses! Maybe it could stay with her!"

"Well that's a fine idea! Maybe you better ask your nana first if it's okay with her, all right?"


"Now tell me what else you want for Christmas."

"Well if you can't bring me a pony, then could you bring me a baby, Santa?" Katrina gazed up at the bearded man with hope written all over her face.

"A baby! Excellent choice! And what kind of baby doll would you like?"

Katrina started laughing. "No, Santa! Not a doll, silly! I mean a real baby! Like Frank and Karen have!"

Alison's jaw dropped.

Rafe turned to Alison. "Does this mean I'm going to have to return 'Betsy Wets a Lot'?" he whispered.

Alison just stood there, still surprised by her daughter's words.

Santa sighed. Most kids wanted trains or dolls or video games…it was hard when kids wanted things Santa couldn't promise them.

"Katrina, why don't you tell Santa what you want him to put under the tree," Alison urged.

"Yes, tell me what I can put under your tree!" Santa said in a jolly tone of voice.

"Hmm, well, I also want a dollhouse. But not one of those play doll houses like Barbie's but the ones that look like a real house, with little furniture and everything! And people!"

"A dollhouse! Well that's more like it! You keep being such a sweet little girl and I will put a dollhouse under your tree Christmas morning!"

Katrina moved closer to Santa, covering her mouth with her hand and whispering in his ear. "Santa, can you still try to bring me the pony and baby? That's what I really, really want."

Santa looked into her pretty blue eyes. "I'll see what I can do," he said with a wink.

"Thank you, Santa!" she said, giving him a big hug.

"Ho, ho, ho! Smile for the camera, Katrina!"

"Cheese!" Katrina said, grinning widely at the elf with the camera as she sat in Santa's lap.

"She's out like a light," Rafe said as he walked into the bedroom and closed the door.

Alison looked up from her book and smiled.

"I got halfway through the story and looked down, she was fast asleep."

Alison laughed. "Well she did have a lot of excitement today, with Santa and all." Alison put her book down and switched off the lamp on her side of the bed.

"She did have a lot of fun, didn't she?" Rafe walked over to the bed and got in.



"We didn't get the chance to talk about it earlier. What do you think of Katrina's Christmas list?"

Rafe grinned. He knew what she was talking about. It had been on his mind all day too. "The pony?"


"Hmm…oh yes. The dollhouse."

Alison laughed, hitting him gently on the arm. "Rafe!"

Rafe smiled at her. "I've been thinking about it ever since we got home."

Alison moved to sit up, staring into Rafe's eyes. "So, do you want to?"

Rafe smiled. "I don't think I realized it until tonight, but I've missed having a baby around the house."

"I have too. And now would be such a good time to give Katrina a little brother or sister, don't you think? I mean, it is what she wants for Christmas."

"You know what I think?"


"I think we should start trying tonight," he said as he began moving the strap of her shirt away from her shoulder and kissing her bare skin. "That is, if you want to…"

"I want to." Alison smiled as she laid back, suddenly feeling that incredible dizziness that happened whenever Rafe kissed her like that. She closed her eyes, feeling so happy that suddenly she was out of breath.

And then, Rafe stopped.

"What's the matter? Why did you stop?" she asked.

"I forgot to lock the door."

"She's sleeping."

"Do you really want to risk it?"

"Okay, hurry up!" Alison said, not at all hiding her impatience.

Rafe jumped off the bed, ran to the door, locked it, and was back in Alison's arms four seconds later. "Now where were we?"

"Right here," Alison said, grabbing on to his shirt and pulling him down, closing the distance between them.