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Best Christmas of all; Tom Holland x child reader

"Why wouldn't I? She's an angel."

"Guess it's kinda due to her breed. Blue Staffys' are considered one of the most dangerous dogs here in the UK."

"But that doesn't mean she's vicious. It's the same with pit bulls. My foster dad back home tries to keep me away from the neighbors white and brown pitbull Titan every time he escapes. But he's not vicious, unless you count licking someone to death vicious."

"Man I'm so glad you think that way (y/n)."

"Yeah. That's what Mrs. Spencer always tells me whenever it comes to dogs. I wish I could have one, or a cat for that matter but my foster dad's allergic to cats and my foster mom is terrified of dogs, unless they're the purse dogs but I don't really like them."

"Why's that? Just out of curiosity." He asked as he came over and sat down at the foot of the bed while Tessa placed her paw on my lap finally calming down.

"Not big enough. I've always wanted a dog that I could cuddly with like a teddy bear. Or play fetch with. At my last foster home that I could remember, there was this family that has these Chicha.....Chicas.....I can never pronounce the name."

"Chihuahuas?"

"Yes that's it. They had about five of them and they weren't very nice. Those are the dogs my current foster dad would say were vicious, because they always attacked anything and one of them even ripped my favorite jeans apart."

"Ahh man that's terrible. I'm sorry that happened to you." He said as he gently stroked down my hair.

"Yeah but it's better than what it could've been."

"True, true, but you never need to worry about getting hurt by this pretty princess." Tom cooed as he leaned over and kissed Tessa's head repeatedly.

"So it's Christmas Eve, what do you guys usually do first?"

"Oh right it is. Well if you'll come downstairs with me my lady, I will show you firsthand what Christmas is like in the Holland household." I then got out of bed and Tessa hopped down and went on ahead and raced down the stairs with Tom and I following behind her.

When we got downstairs, all I could see was pure magic. Lights and Christmas decorations everywhere. There were tiny villages out along some of the tables and china cabinets standing all on top of some type of cotton or something, which made it look like the villages were on top of snow.

"Wow, this is so pretty." I said in awe.

"You really like it dear? My mum and I collected those little Christmas villages every year when I was growing up. Each year we'd add a new addition to our collection and make our little Christmas town grow even bigger." I looked up and there I saw a woman standing beside me.

"Morning mum." Tom said.

"Morning love, did you sleep okay?" she asked as Tom hugged her.

"Always. (Y/n) this is my lovely mum Nicola, mum this is (y/n)."

"It's an honor to meet you (y/n). Tom's told us so much about you." She said as she knelt down to my height and held out her hand. I shyly shook it and said.

"Tom's told me a lot about his family. You all seem really nice."

"Well Paddy and Harry cane be rambunctious and tricky little buggers but they're cool."

"Thomas behave." His mom lectured him which made me giggle.

"So shall we get started on the gingerbread houses mum?"

"Yes we shall. But as punishment for your comment against your brothers, you're gonna be doing the hard part of gluing the house together."

"Aww mum!" whine Tom which made me snicker. "Laugh it up fuzzball." Tom said to me.