Imagine lazy Sundays with Chris.
A/N: I killed myself with how soft this was.
You sluggishly padded out of Chris’ bedroom in one of his dress shirts at 9:30AM on a Sunday morning, Dodger padding along right behind you. You didn’t need the smell of bacon to inform you Chris was already up because Sunday was executed like a cycle. You’d sleep in while Chris got up and made breakfast. He was a morning person with a passion for football, and Sunday seemed to be game day for some team somewhere. He was a devoted Patriots fan but it didn’t stop him from watching the other games too. This made Sundays a difficult time for you to spend with Chris because you didn’t like football. It seemed odd to Chris how you loved football movies but didn’t like football, it was probably because you didn’t understand the game. Chris tried to explain it to you before, it didn’t take. You told him not to waste his time and just focus on his game while you focused on eating your popcorn.
“Mornin’ sweetheart,” Chris called from the couch when he heard your footsteps. He looked up as you turned in his direction, “there are pancakes and bacon in skillet in the oven, also fresh OJ in the fridge. I didn’t make coffee this morning though, I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, I’m not feeling coffee this morning either.” You replied then yawned as you pulled the skillet out with the oven mitten, resting it on the stove. “You already spoiled me with breakfast, so thank you.” You grabbed a plate from the corner cabinet and a spatula from the second drawer, plating the breakfast Chris made.
“You are most welcome.” He responded and you smiled. “Whatcha up to, bud?” He laughed when Dodger pounced onto him, licking his face. “Did you wake her up? You did, didn’t you?” His laughter increased and he squirmed under his puppy. “You are a big and lovable goofball, Dodge.”
“Much like his owner, don’t you think?” You teased as you took a bite out of a strip of bacon.
“Tell me about it,” Chris chuckled, gently pushing Dodger off him as he sat up. You were surprised when he got to his feet. The game was on, it wasn’t a commercial break nor was it halftime. But he walked over to hug you from behind, kissing your cheek as you leaned your head against his shoulder. “How’d you sleep?” He asked, brushing his lips against your right earlobe.
“With you around, I don’t think I can consider what I did last night as sleeping.” You bit playfully and he chuckled, pressing a tender kiss on the back of your neck. It was an act of affection that made you shiver with glee. “It was more of a nap, really. If Dodger hadn’t woken me up with his adorable whining and sweet kisses, I’d still be asleep.”
“I’d apologize,” he whispered, his warm breath hitting your ear, “but you weren’t complaining last night.” Your stomach fluttered thinking about the events that had occurred the night before. You were fortunate you were between Chris and the island counter, your knees wouldn’t have been able to hold you up without the support of both. You didn’t know what it was about Chris. Since day one, he’d left you wide-eyed and wobbly-kneed. “But if you really need your sleep, I promise I’ll keep my hands to myself tonight.”
“I’ll sleep when I’m dead.” You turned in his arms, wrapping yours around his neck; smiles were on both your faces. He leaned forward and met your lips, kissing you slowly. It was a breathtaking kiss; gentle, yet firm like he was affirming the unspoken claim of your lips. You were his and he was yours. There was no possible way to predict where your future laid but it seemed nonsensical to worry about that when your present was so perfect. “Which I have a feeling I will be before I finish my pancakes if you continue to kiss me like that.” You whispered when you broke the kiss, panting softly to the beat of your thudding heart.
“We can’t have that now, can we?” The way his hands were trailing down your body contradicted the context of his sentence. With one hand on your waist and the other pushing your plate of food a small distance away, you knew what to expect next. “Upsy-daisy,” adorably escaped when he lifted you to sit on the marble counter. You felt goosebumps form on your soft skin with the cool surface pressing against your bare thighs. “C’mere,” he coaxed, bringing your face towards his with his gentle caress.
“Wouldn’t you rather watch your game?”
“The day I say ‘yes’ to that question is the day you break up with me, Y/N,” he chuckled.
“You’re going to regret that when I ask that question during a Patriots game,” you teased and he laughed. “You’re lucky I love you enough not to.” Your hands gently massaged his shoulders as he leaned in, smiling. “Actually,” you corrected yourself, widening his smile, “I love you too much to.”
Your lips touched again, performing another slow and romantic dance. Chris wasn’t the first guy you kissed but you gravely wanted him to be your last. He was the man that made you forget about every other boy you’d ever dated. For the first time, you could see the rest of your life. You didn’t know if Chris knew how you felt or if he even felt the same way, but you wanted more than anything to spend the rest of your existence with him. It seemed like a life with him was a life of utter perfection. You realized it wasn’t a pragmatic expectation, but it was truly what you believed. You knew he wasn’t perfect, nor were you. You were a normal couple who had disagreements, disputes, and dissimilar interests. It wasn’t always great, no, but it was still perfect because you were with the right person.
“Okay,” Chris stopped kissing you, but not without catching a quick peck before officially pulling away. “You need to eat so I’m going to go watch the game.” He helped you off the counter then walked back over to the couch, flopping himself across all three seats. “You wanna come up, bud?” He asked Dodger, patting his chest. “Okay then, don’t say I didn’t offer.” He called after Dodger who walked out into the backyard through the small gap of the sliding door that Chris deliberately left open for him.
You sat and ate your breakfast, watching Chris. It would’ve been obvious to anyone who saw you at that very moment that you were drunk in love with Chris. There’d been times where you wondered if you were more in-love with him than he was with you, but then he’d do something to dispute your worries. For a long time you were worried you were too much of a hopeless romantic to find a love that would live up to your extreme expectations, then you met Chris. The man was as hopelessly romantic as you were, together you met and made new expectations.
After you finished eating, you washed up and packed the dishes away. You leaned against the kitchen counter and smiled when your gaze landed on Chris again. He looked so contented with his plans for the day, enjoying his game on the couch. He didn’t have a lot of time to do things like that with a schedule as busy as his, it wouldn’t be long until he had to leave again to film the next part of ‘Avengers: Infinity War’. It always surprised his friends when he told them you were okay with him just watching the game, you were probably the first girlfriend who didn’t nag for attention whenever he was doing his own thing. You figured if he could give you space to do what you wanted, you could offer him the same courtesy. Compromise was how a relationship succeeded, wasn’t it? Well, the two of you excelled in that area. Since you still missed him from when he was in South Africa for three months, you decided you’d let him watch the game provided he let you curl up on him like he’d offered Dodger early.
“Hello there,” Chris smiled when you crawled onto the couch. He shuffled further in and opened his arms, wrapping them around you when you snuggled into his chest. He kissed the top of your head then pressed his cheek against your hair, returning his attention to the television screen.
“I’ve watch The Blind Side a billion times and I still don’t get how football works.” You tried glancing at the screen but with your back towards the screen, it was an awkward turn so you kept your gaze locked on his face. “Can you explain it to me again? Maybe I’ll like it more if I understand it.”
“I can explain it to you again, but are you going to fall asleep on me again?” He asked then chuckled when he heard you yawn. “That sounds like a yes, but you know I like educating you. You see, the quarterback is the leader of the team. He decides on the plays in the huddle, yells the signals at the…”
Chris’ voice trailed off in your mind and you just watched his mouth move, blue eyes darting between you and the screen. You smiled and nodded, admiring his perfect teeth and long lashes. He really was beautiful, almost angelic. It was no wonder you fell for him, good looks and a golden heart. You rested your chin on his chest as you continued to nod, quietly breathing him in. He smelt like home, you get a sense of safety every time you caught a whiff of his natural scent mixed with his cologne. Even when he was away, spraying his cologne on your sweater calmed you. How he smelt was definitely one of the many things you loved about him, the way his arms secured you whenever you were in them was another. You had no idea when or how you became so hopelessly devoted to the man beneath you, but like Ed Sheeran sang “people fall in-love in mysterious ways.”
“I love you,” you whispered.
A smile spread across his face and he lifted his head to meet your lips.
“I love you too, Y/N.”
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