Christmas Gifts With Sleeping With Sirens
Drea's P.O.V
"IT'S CHRISTMAS!" I heard Ariel scream at the top of her lungs.
I could feel some drool all over my face, and I was super tired as hell.
Wait, how did I get from the orphanage, here?
I don't even remember walking home by any matter.
I scanned around, and saw I was in the living room, and the first thing I saw was Ariel looking under the tree, maybe looking for her presents.
I chuckled, but kept thinking how I ended up home.
"If you're wondering, I drove you back," Dillon said, walking behind the Christmas tree, dressed like an elf.
"What the hell are you wearing?" I laughed.
"Look mommy, Dillon looks funny!" Ariel giggled, pointing at Dillon, who was munching on a candy cane.
"I'm an elf," he said, being obvious. "Sam's coming later with gifts, so he's Santa."
"Well. . ." I trailed off. "That's interesting," I said, as he sat next to me, kissing my nose.
I smiled and looked at Ariel, who apparently found her gift.
"Mommy, can I open it?" she asked me.
"Why don't we wait for your uncles to wake up?" I suggested.
"I'll go wake them up now!" she exclaimed, and tried running up the stairs.
Her hair was all messy, and I knew for a matter of fact that she didn't wash her teeth.
"Ariel, just give them a little more ti-"
"Let her go, it's Christmas," Dillon rubbed my back.
I noticed I was still wearing the same clothes I wore to the mall when I took Ariel yesterday, which is the same thing I wore when I talked with Ariel last night and when I went to take a stroll to just clear my mind. The same clothes I would've worn if I took that step.
"You don't know how I knew where you were, right?" Dillon said.
I shook my head, and looked at him. "No clue. Did I call you?" I asked.
"Yes, you kind of sounded drunk," he said, a little confused.
That's when it hit me. After crying on the roof top, I remembered where my social worker kept her Vodka, when she had to deal with me when I was still in the orphanage.
"You don't remember?" he asked me.
"I do now, I just don't remember calling you," I spoke, softly.
"You did mention some crazy things when I picked you up."
"Like what?" I chuckled.
"Like how you always wanted a heartbeat tattoo, and how you always wanted to ride an elephant," Dillon laughed.
"Don't you dare laugh you little elf!" I giggled. "I have always wanted that tattoo on my wrist, and I have never wanted to ride an elephant," I shook my head. "What else did I say?"
"Well the last thing you said wasn't funny, it was more serious."
"What was it?" I asked.
Dillon got silent for a moment, grabbed my hand, and looked at me. "How Ariel always wanted a father," he said.
"I told you that?" I asked him.
"Yes you did, and I want to be that father figure in her life."
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