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leonardo dicaprio | meeting santa claus

merry christmas y'all !
sorry the "christmas special" is two days late, but i hope u enjoy :)
12/27/2020
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"let's go see santa, y/n!" said my mom, walking close me. i sighed looking her in the eyes, slightly annoyed that she had not listened to my worries of doing such idea of hers.

"mom she's not gonna like him. she'll probably scream out of fear." i protested, seeing her roll her eyes at my statement. "she'll be fine."

i bit back all the comments that wanted to escape my mouth. honestly, the whole idea of taking pictures with santa, was a bad idea.

"i have pictures of you sitting in santa's lap, and soon you will have pictures of y/n sitting on his lap. it's a tradition and they're memories leo." she said, sending me a smile. she knew no matter what i'd say she'd get those stupid pictures she wanted.

"now go get her dressed. nicely please."

i groaned. "but mom-"

"leonardo." i sighed, yet turned around. complying with her orders. i brought y/n closer to my face, genuinely feeling sorry for what we're about to put her through in the near future. "i'm sorry y/n/n, i promise i tried everything, but grandma wouldn't let up."

knowing my mom, when she said to "get her dressed", she meant literally in a dress. the item of clothing in which y/n absolutely despised being in.

this is gonna be fun

i rolled my eyes as i looked through all the dresses my mom had gotten y/n over the several months i've had her. i chose the one that look the least constrictive and uncomfortable, it still being a bit poofy and seemingly uncomfortable.

"alright let's get this over with, y/n."
i sighed glancing down at her, making my way over to the corner of the room to dress her. as soon as the material touched her skin she began whining, knowing what was to come. since i've been taking care of her, i knew what she didn't like and what she did like. she didn't like dresses, she didn't like to get changed and she didn't like to be held by people she didn't know.

today would be filled with things she didn't like.

"i know, i know, i know, i know. we're almost done."
i cooed to her, trying my best to prevent her from crying. i can just predict how she'd react to santa. based on past experiences where i've handed her over to people, whom she doesn't know ; she wouldn't be smiling.

but i could be wrong. y/n was filled with surprises. who knows, she might even like santa?

in a way i was slightly happy thinking about her reaction, but then again i felt bad because she'd be frightened and upset. the only reason i'd be happy was that it would make my mom feel guilty and that her idea of happy christmas photos of her granddaughter would be smushed.

i lifted her up and kissed her head, smoothing the fabric of the dress she was wearing.

"alright let's crush her dreams, y/n."

we were here and it was finally happening. i personally was feeling anxious and i honestly had not a clue to why i was feeling this way.

i followed my mom, as she seemed to know where to go. i soon saw a line of children and their family's, forming by the sign, saying meet santa!

"y/n are you excited?" mom asked, taking hold of
y/n's hand. y/n didn't know any better but to smile at my moms voice.

my eyes met my moms, with a non-amused expression. she sighed and looked away from me.

"she'll be fine leo."

she'll be fine my ass

we waited for around ten minutes, quite boring to say the least. the only things to do being to look around at the place.

boring.

but it was finally our turn. my mom took y/n from me and walked up to the heavy set man, placing her on his lap. she looked up and to the man she was sitting on. her head then faced forward, looking directly at me. i could see her lip begin to quiver and as soon as her lips parted, a flood of emotion pooled out.

i covered my eyes briefly, feeling guilty.

"y/n, look at the camera!"

my mom cooed, from behind the photographer. i uncovered my eyes and saw y/n's face. i could only assume she was uncomfortable in that dress as well being with someone she had never seen before.

that one minute just letting her cry out of discomfort and fear was paining me. it seemed like such longer than it was. i felt my mom poke me, making me look at her. she nodded her head towards the direction of y/n, silently telling me to get her.

i approached y/n, watching her hands desperately raise up to me. i lifted her up and shushed her.
santa waved at her, all she did in response was whimper. i smiled at him before turning around.

"my poor baby, i'm sorry."

i rubbed her stomach and kissed her face, soon wiping the tears running down her face. my mom came over with the pictures in her hands. she looked disappointed and slightly amused, looking down at them. she projected them out for me and with one hand, it took them.

i laughed, loudly.

her face was all red and her mouth was open due to crying. i handed the photos back to my mom and gave y/n my attention. a chuckled escaped my lips as i brought them to her forehead.

"never again, y/n/n."