Feel My Love - Chris Evans x Reader
“Come on baby, just a few more steps, trust me.” Chris’ sugared voice coaxed you, taking baby steps behind your floating wedding dress, making sure not to step on the expensive fabric.
“You told me to trust you the night we met, and look where I ended up!” You sassed back teasingly. No such luck. His warm hands stayed; carefully covering your eyes in order not to mess up the makeup which had been painstakingly perfected earlier that day.
Your wedding had been planned, down to the last step which would be taken down the carpet to your husband. Yet as the day had begun, you on the other side of the hotel to your fiance, small surprises had entwined into your morning. Getting married on Christmas Eve was the sweetest idea you thought he had possibly had but when you opened your hotel room door to see your father, back home from the Military and ready to walk you down the isle, you had cried in happiness.
And what was the first thing he said to you? ‘Chris paid for the flight. Said it wouldn’t be a wedding without The Brides Father.’ To this you had welled up, wrapping his arms around his neck, your bridesmaids practically having to hold you back when you tried to escape to see him.
Then, the vows. His hands were in yours, and your eyes looking into one another. Them beautiful eyes which you had trusted and fallen in love with again and again. The little creases which appeared as he took a perfect piece of cream card out of the pocket of his suit, and held it out to you.
The promises of ‘being there to hold you no matter whenever you needed him.’ ‘To make sure always left his patriots shirt for you because you loved it so much.’ ‘To always remind our future children that they are beautiful and can achieve anything they want.’ ‘To never forget that no matter how successful he becomes, that you will always be the light in his life.’
The wedding breakfast was special, too. When serving your food, Chris had winked at the waiter, as he set down your plate. After finishing your meal, you saw the beautiful infinity sign, layered on the bottom of your plate, both his and yours named etched into it. And that same grin was on his face. Of seeing his newly wed in such a happy and blissful state.
Then, before you were to enter the ballroom as ‘Mr and Mrs Evans,’ He had taken you by the shoulders, lifting up the curls of your hair and you felt cool silver on your chest. When you looked down, you saw two diamonds, one in the shape of a heart, and the other an infinity sign looping through it. You had turned to him, tears in your eyes.
“What can I say?” He spoke, lifting your hand and kissing it. “I promised to love you to infinity and beyond.” You rolled your eyes at his childish comment, before he pulled you closer, savouring the kisses as his newly wed.
Now, he had stopped walking, removed his hands and had shouted into the ballroom next door, that you knew would be full of friends, family and loved ones. The first thing you heard was the Boston accent of ‘Scott! Open the door!’ Before the matching accent from the other side of the doors.
‘Ladies and Gentlemen! Please welcome the new Mr and Mrs Evans!’ A uproar of applause is heard and the wooden doors swing open. And the first thought that reaches your mind is ‘Heaven.’
The hall is now decorated, white circular tables decorated with fake snow, rich red chairs, and silver presents piled professionally as a centrepiece. Elegant glass baubles and decorations hanging of dark green wreaths of each wall and across the ceiling. But the dance floor. A million fairy lights seemed to twinkle down onto the floor, and snow was gently falling from the ceiling.
You hands had flown from holding his to your mouth, covering it in shock. You heard Chris let out a laugh, before he gently took your hands away from where they were resting, and rubbed his thumb along the top of it. He pulled you ever closer, leaning his forehead to touch yours.
“May I have this dance, Mrs Evans?”
He didn’t wait for a response, and instead took your soft hands, leading you to where the snow was falling. It wasn’t practised, and yet it was perfect; Chris’ hand rested on your waist, and yours around his neck, so you were pulled chest to chest. It started with the swaying, with him smiling. And then you noticed the tears, growing under his eyelashes.
It was your turn to wipe them away, feeling his beautiful beard and warmth leaning into your soft touch. “What is it?” You ask softly, not audible to the many watching the intimacy between you both.
“Nothing.” He smiled, taking one of his hands and resting it over where yours stayed on his cheek. “I just can’t believe your mine. And that I can hold you forever.”
The snow continued to fall, and he wrapped his arms around you, resting one on the small of your back, and the other in your hair, pulling you against his chest, and the top of his head resting on yours. You could feel his comforting voice, speaking the words of the song which you had both chosen. From that final dance you had shared in the hotel room the night before you went home.
And at long last, he was home.