a/n: long time no see!! sorry i haven't updated in a while, things have been CRAZY lately! i hope you guys are doing well, and i hope you had a great christmas and new year! i promise i'll get more oneshots out soon! but for now, here's a christmas oneshot i wrote in december! also, let me know if i should write a multi-chapter story! i have an idea in mind, so let me know if you guys would like one! :)
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December 16, 2029 - 11:36am
Betty and Jughead were standing in the longest line ever, with their 4 year old son and 14 month old daughter—to see Santa Claus and take annual pictures at the mall.
Betty had always dreamed of taking her future children to take their pictures with Santa, while Jughead never thought this day would ever come for him. He never thought he would see this day, especially since the only he person he wanted to have children with was Betty.
Little Samuel, or Sam for short, was ecstatic to see Santa Claus again this year. He was wearing a long sleeved red shirt, a pair of denim overalls and little brown boots his mother picked out. He was bouncing like a bouncy ball on a trampoline, and Betty had to hold both his hands to keep him still. You could that Sam Jones loved Christmas, and he especially loved the chocolate chip cookies his mommy made every year. (And it's always extremely hard to save any for Santa.)
Sam had curly raven locks like his father's, and had bright green orbs that matched his mother's. To anyone who passed by and caught a glimpse of the little boy with his parents, he looked like a good mixture of both. (And that Betty and Jughead made beautiful children.)
Little Stella Jones was cuddled in her father's arms, not wanting to see Santa Claus at all. Her chubby cheek was pressed against his chest, her little eyes tearing up as she looked at the Santa Claus further up the line. She had been fussy all morning, until they arrived at the mall and Stella found comfort in her father's arms. She was wearing a cute long sleeved, shimmery red dress with a tiny red bow in her hair. And of course shiny black buckled shoes to match.
Stella had golden curls like her mother, and ocean blue eyes that matched her father's (And Betty was so happy she had his eyes the day she was born.)
After about 10 more minutes, they were almost up to the front of the line. Two families were in front of them, and Jughead was already ready to go home. It had been a breeze the first couple times they took Sam when he was still a baby. But once he turned three and Betty became pregnant with Stella, it was much harder as the few years went on—and they were definitley ready for the toddler phase to be over for little Sam.
Stella started to whine once it was almost their turn, seeing the little girl sitting on Santa's lap. The thought of a stranger was new to her, and she definitely didn't want to go near someone that wasn't her moyher or her father. She gripped onto the collar of Jughead's black button up, and looked up at him with tears in her eyes. "Da, no." she spoke, whines escaping her lips.
Jughead looked down at Stella who rested on his hip, seeing the sadness in the little baby's matching blue eyes. He knew Stella was in her clinginess phase, and he already warned Betty the night before that Stella was going to have a fit the next day. He sighed softly, before directing his gaze to Betty, who was keeping Sam close to her, which was very difficult to do as the boy never stopped moving.
"Betts?" he asked as he looked at her, the blonde looking at him with tired eyes.
[c]She sighed softly, seeing Stella gripping onto Jughead's shirt and whining his name.
"We'll just have to try and get her to do it, Juggie. She needs to start being more independent now that she's a year old." she replied and gave him a small smile, before it was finally their turn.
