Julia
I blinked in surprise, hoping to God that I'd heard wrong and that Lucien hadn't just asked to see Santa. “Honey, what did you just say?” I asked, my tone light as I blinked down at him.
“I want to see Santa,” he reiterated, his gaze on mine steady and unwavering. I gasped, my mouth falling open as I was at a loss for words.
I sighed, fixing the white comforter over him as I mustered a gentle smile. “Honey, listen, I can't just bring Santa to you,” I explained softly, and his little nose scrunched up into a frown, but I ignored it and continued anyways, “You have to eat so you can get better; then we can go see Santa.” I tried to talk him out of the idea as I pushed back some strands of dark, curly hair that had fallen over his forehead.
“I don't believe you!” he yelled, and I ga
