Imagine spending the day at Disneyland with Chris and your children.
A/N: I won’t be writing the mini-series with plots anymore, there will just be the occasional one shots with cutesy family stuff and romantic moments between Y/N and Chris. This one was inspired by the adorable family I met in line at Disneyland. I wanted their life so much. 😭😍
*Fair warning- the word count’s like 3,253. I just couldn’t stop writing? I literally started last night and just finished it in this train ride. So settle in and get ready to die from the fluff.
One of the best things about having jobs in the Hollywood industry- something both you and Chris agreed on- was having to constantly travel to Los Angeles. There were a million reasons why you both loved LA as much as you did, one of the biggest ones being it was how the two of you met. It was also where you experienced and celebrated some of your relationship’s biggest milestones: the first date, the first kiss, the first fight, your first anniversary, and your engagement. Los Angeles was where everything started for you and Chris, which was why you had such a special place in your heart for it and why Chris kept the house in Los Angeles despite settling in Boston. That and Disneyland was there; to have a house where Disneyland was, made for easier and more frequent family holidays.
“God, she looks so beautiful.” Chris commented as he watched your daughter, Charlotte, walk alongside her brother in her little Cinderella outfit. You’d taken her to Fantasy Land where she was transformed into her favorite princess, and as for your son, Jack- he wore an outfit put together by you to make him look like Mickey Mouse. “How did I get so lucky with my girls?” He smiled at his baby girl before turning to you, feeling his smile widen at the sight of his perfect wife.
“I ask myself the same question when I look at my boys,” you shot him a wink and he laughed, following your lead as you turned you attention back on your children. “Lola,” you called when you saw her redirect her attention on the churro cart; she turned to you with innocent eyes, pointing at the sugary fried dough stick that another little girl was holding. “We’ll get one later, okay? We’re going to go see Mickey Mouse first,” you reminded her and her face lit up. “You want to see Mickey, don’t you?”
“Yeah,” she nodded, grinning. You looked over at Chris when you heard him chuckle, and you smiled at the look of adoration he gave Lola. She returned her attention to her original destination, Mickey Mouse’s House in Toon Town. “Mickey!” She gasped when she saw the huge Mickey Mouse sign. “Jack!” She tapped her big brother’s shoulder excitedly. “Mickey!”
“Mama,” Jack glanced back at you and Chris, his blue eyes asking for permission to run ahead with his sister. You both nodded without hesitation because you’d already briefed them on ground rules and what to do if they got lost, not that they could with yours and Chris’ vigilance. “Let’s go, Lala!” Jack announced and ran ahead with Lola right on his heel.
You and Chris both smiled at Jack’s use of your daughter’s nickname; he had been the one to give it to her. ‘Lala’ was a cuter version of ‘Lola’, which was one of the many, many variations you’d pulled from her name. The many others included: Charlie, Lottie, Lola Rose, and Rosie. Your girl answered to any and all of them; she oddly enjoyed having more than one name and actually preferred if you used more than one name on her.
The story of how Jack gave her the nickname, 'Lala’, was pretty sweet. It was in reference to the fact that your daughter had actually done what you did when you were a child; singing before speaking. Your mom used to sing to you all the time, and you’d somehow picked up the lyrics of lullaby she sang you faster than the words she said to you. Now Lola was the same, thanks to Jack. Since you brought Lola home, Jack had been spending every night by his little sister’s side singing the 'Winnie The Pooh’ theme song to her as a lullaby. You and Chris loved sitting in the hallway, listening to him put his baby sister to bed. You’d look over at Chris and smile and he’d smile back, and the two of you would just sit and appreciate how perfect your lives were.
“Bud!” Chris called out and Jack stopped, looking over his shoulder at his dad. “Hold her hand, please.” Your adorable Mickey Mouse nodded and ran after your precious Cinderella, who did not stop at the sound of her dad’s voice. “And you,” Chris looked over at you, smiling as he took your hand in his. “Hold my hand, please.”
You chuckled and entwined your fingers with his. He smiled and pressed a kiss to the side of your head before returning his attention to your children and the stroller he was pushing. It seemed a lot harder to maneuver now that he was only using one hand, but it didn’t stop him from holding your hand. You leaned in and kissed his cheek, pulling a smile from him. You chuckled softly and adjusted your backpack straps before refocusing your attention on your children; both of which were happily skipping towards Mickey’s House.
While it was nice to be able to come to Disneyland with your adorable children, you’d both missed the simplicity of coming to the park as a couple. You’d remember the good old days when you could come empty handed, and now you had to haul half your house along with you just in case your little ones needed something in the spur of the moment. You didn’t know why Lola would need her Winnie the Pooh bathrobe at Disneyland, but you brought it anyway because you didn’t want to deal with her “I told you so, Mama.” Chris also had to give up some of his favorite rides- like Space Mountain- because both kids were too young for it and he couldn’t leave you to watch them alone. As much as the two of you reminisced about the good old days, you couldn’t imagine a better way to enjoy Disneyland than with your darling children.
“We’re waiting for Daddy and Mama, Lala,” Jack tugged onto Lola’s hand, preventing her from joining the queue. She pouted, but stayed by her brother’s side. “There they are!” Jack waved at the both of you then pointed at the line. “Do we go in now?” He asked you and Chris.
“Yeah,” you nodded and pulled your hand from Chris’ to move closer and usher them into the queue; Chris followed behind, tugging at his hat and gesturing for you to do the same. That was the downside of doing Disneyland as a famous couple, people pounced when they spotted you in lines because you couldn’t really go anywhere, now could you? “It’s going to be a while, do either of you want to sit in the stroller or be carried?” You asked your two and they both shook their heads.
“Thank God,” you heard Chris murmured under his breath and you chuckled. “What?” He looked up at you, laughing. “I’m all for them sitting in the stroller, but I’m not going to carry either of them while waiting half an hour in this line. It’s going to kill my back,” he said as he stretched, making you laugh. “What now?” He chuckled, playfully nudging you with the stroller.
“We’re not that old, Evans.”
“You’re not, but I’m older than you.” He smiled when you laughed. “You married an old man,” he teased, reaching over the stroller to poke your arm. You chuckled and playfully slapped his hand away. “I’m just going to be like this gray heap and you’re going to still look drop dead gorgeous, aren’t you?”
“Okay, calm down,” you laughed. “You’re only six years older than me, you dork. And please,” you walked to join his side; he put an arm around you. “You couldn’t be a gray heap even if you tried,” you said and he chuckled. “You’re like a fine wine,” you pecked his jawline, “better with age.”
“Aren’t you sweet?” He squeezed you into him, making you chuckle as you wrapped an arm around his waist. You both let your gaze fall onto your children, who were being just as sweet as their parents; Jack was helping Lola adjust the tiara on her head. “We’re really nailing the whole parenting thing, aren’t we?” Chris whispered into your ear.
“I’d like to think so,” you nodded, smiling.
“Do you want to know why things turned out so well with us though?” He asked and you nodded, meeting his gaze. “It’s because I love you,” he told you and you smiled. “I always say that a family only works if it’s built off the extension of the love you feel for a person, and clearly- we feel a lot of that love for each other. I’ve never, ever thought once that my life wouldn’t be complete without a child in it because I have you. Darling,” he smiled, “you- this relationship, it’s always going to be the thing I want more than anything in the world.”
“Aw, stop it you.” You couldn’t help your smile as he kissed your forehead. When he pulled back and looked at you, the adoration he had in his eyes- made you feel like the writer girl on that first date with actor Chris Evans all over again. “You’re going to make me swoon,” you joked and he laughed, pressing another kiss to your forehead.
“Mama, look.” Lola called for your attention and you both turned to her, smiling. She grinned as she twirled, making her blue ball gown puff up before gracefully settling around her. “I love this dress, I want to wear it everyday!” You and Chris chuckled as she jumped up and down, and did a little happy dance; the other people in the line were watching her too, smiling because she was a total doll. She started to sing as she continued to jump,
“Winnie The Pooh,
Winnie The Pooh!
Chubby, little cubby, all stuffed with fluff.”
“Lala,” Jack giggled, taking her hands to stop her from jumping. She looked at him with curious eyes, wondering why her brother stopped her. “You can’t sing Winnie The Pooh now, we’re going to see Mickey Mouse. You have to sing the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse song with me!”
“Jack,” Chris laughed. “Let her sing whatever she wants to sing.”
“But we’re waiting to see Mickey, Daddy!” Jack giggled. “We have to sing his song.”
“Yeah!” Lola agreed, like she always did with her brother. They both jumped up and down with her brother as they began to sing the Mickey Mouse song. They knew that one by heart too because other than Disney, they didn’t watch much of anything else. But that was because of you and Chris, you didn’t trust any other company to inspire and shape your children.
“He’s too much like you, you know that right?”
“Perfectionism is not a bad trait to have,” you retorted with a smile.
“That’s not perfectionism,” Chris chuckled, “that’s called being a control freak.”
“Control freak or not, I found someone amazing to love me,” you said and he laughed, leaning forward to press his lips against your hair. “So I think I can let him do him,” you giggled when Chris tickled your sides. “Stop,” you laughed and squirmed away from him as the queue continued to move forward. “Sweetheart, where are you going?” You laughed and reached for Lola as she walked under the ropes; you missed her by an inch. “Baby, come back here please.”
“But it’s Prince Charming,” she pointed at a boy about her age who was dressed as Prince Charming. You looked over at Chris and you both chuckled softly. “Hi!” She smiled at him and he smiled back; the boy’s parents smiled at her then at the both of you. “I’m Cinderella.” She curtsied which earned her a bow from him; everyone who was watching their interaction felt their heart melt.
“Could we take a picture of her with your son?” Chris asked, reaching into his back pocket for his phone. The parents nodded, taking out their phones to do the same. “Stand next to him, bug.” Lola nodded and got into position, wrapping an arm around the boy who wrapped an arm around her. “Oh my God, our moms are going to die at this picture.”
“Yeah, I know right?” You chuckled as Chris took the picture. “Thank you so much,” you told the boy’s parents and they nodded, smiling at Lola who was giving their son a hug. “Your boy is so sweet, very handsome too.”
“Thank you,” the mom smiled. “Your daughter is very sweet and beautiful too, a real Disney Princess.” You and Chris smiled and nodded in acknowledgement. The line started to move as Lola made her way back to you, grinning happily. “We’ll see you,” she said as it was their turn to enter Mickey’s House.
“Daddy,” Lola tugged at his pants and Chris looked down. “Can I see?” She asked and he nodded, descending to his knees to show her the photo he’d just taken. “Awwww,” she cooed at the photograph. “I’m so cute, Daddy.” She looked up at you when she heard you laugh, grinning.
“Yes you are,” Chris hugged her with one arm, nuzzling her with his face and giving her cheek playfully loud kisses. “You’re the cutest bug around.” She giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck as he scooped her up into his arms. “You’re my little princess, aren’t you?”
“Mm hm,” she nodded.
You looked over at Jack, who was patiently waiting in line while his baby sister got all the attention. You felt bad even though he didn’t show any sign of jealousy or annoyance. “Bud,” you called and he looked over, smiling. “C'mere sweetheart,” you beckoned him over with your head. “Are you having fun?” You asked him, adjusting his Mickey Mouse cap.
“So much fun, Mama,” he grinned. “I can’t wait to see Mickey Mouse again. Do you think he’ll remember me?”
“Of course, baby. You’re too special to forget,” you booped his nose and he giggled. “Where do you want to go after this?” You asked him. “Do you want to go eat some food first, or do you want to continue visiting the houses, or…” You trailed off, hoping he’d chime in with a decision.
“I want churros!” Lola chimed before Jack could, and Jack nodded at that suggestion without hesitation. You and Chris chuckled softly at how easy your children were and how willing they were to compromise with the other’s request. “Do you want churros, Daddy?”
“I’d rather a Mickey ice-cream bar,” he answered with a shake of his head and laughed when he saw you roll your eyes; you still didn’t understand how he could pass up a churro. “You three can grab a churro though, we’ll go get some before we make our way to Minnie’s House.”
“Yay!” Jack and Lola cheered.
The line continued to move and soon it was your turn to enter Mickey’s House. You took photos of your children as they made their way through the house, interacting with the furniture and items in the house. Despite having visited the house numerous times, they were still just as excited as the first time. You turned to Chris who was already smiling at you, you smiled when you saw him mouth “thank you for this.” You felt your eyes well at that simple sentence, nodding in acknowledgment.
It was a few more stops and a little bit more of waiting before you could all finally meet Mickey Mouse. The staff member who brought you into the room seemed to recognize you, Chris, and your children- all of which were constantly under the eye of the media. But she remained professional and said nothing, just smiled excitedly. She was definitely more interested in how adorable your children were than the two of you.
“Mickey!” Jack and Lola screamed the second they saw him. Mickey Mouse looked over and gave them an excited wave before reacting to their outfits; whoever was under the suit was doing a fantastic job. “Mickey, Mickey, Mickey!” They chanted, jumping up and down.
“They’re as dorky as us,” you whispered into Chris’ ear and you both laughed. “Uh oh,” you chuckled softly when you noticed a group of girls in their twenties looking your way and whispering among themselves. “I think we’ve been spotted.”
“I’m not surprised, we’re quite an attractive family.” He joked and you laughed, slapping his arm playfully. “It’s fine, I don’t think they’ll approach us.”
You nodded in agreement, looking over at them. You smiled and gave them a quick wave to acknowledge them. You and Chris chuckled when their excitement increased. They smiled and waved back, taking a few photos with their phones but keeping their distance. Usually you and Chris didn’t like people taking pap-like shots of you and your children, but you didn’t mind this time. They were polite enough to keep their distance, you could give them a few photos.
“Would you like to get in position?” The staff asked you and Chris, gesturing you towards Mickey. Your children were already by his side, hugging him tightly. “Do you want a few shots on your phone as well, or do you just want us to take it on our camera?”
“Both, please.” Chris told her and passed her his phone as you joined Mickey’s side. Mickey looked at you with a nod and wrapped an arm around you, giving you a one arm hug. “Thank you,” Chris nodded at the cameraman then walked over to join Mickey’s other side; Mickey gave him a one arm hug too.
“Yay!” Jack and Lola cheered then grinned excitedly as they hugged onto Mickey tightly, smiling at the camera. They were clearly very used to being photographed after attending all those red carpet events with the both of you while you were on the press tour for your movie, 'Charlotte Rose’.
“Okay, are we ready?” The cameraman asked and you all nodded, smiling for the photo. “One, two, three.” The flash went off once, then again, and once more. “And now for your phone.” He stepped out of the way so his co-worker could use Chris’ phone to take photos for you.
“Perfect,” the woman with Chris’ phone nodded after taking the photos. “Thank you,” she passed it back to Chris and he thanked her before turning his attention to where yours was.
Your little ones were still interacting with Mickey, hugging him as many times as they could. Mickey looked up at both of you; the person under the suit could not stop smiling at how adorable your children were. Everyone who was in the room with you felt incredibly lucky to have been able to witness your family’s photo shoot. Most of them were fans, so to see you and Chris was like a dream come true, but to be able to see the both of you with your kids- as parents, was an experience out of their imagination.
“I always thought that Disneyland was the happiest place on earth,” Chris wrapped an arm around you and whispered into your ear. “I was wrong.” Your eyes narrowed and you turned to him so quickly that you might’ve pulled a muscle in your neck. “Hear me out,” he laughed at your reaction and you chuckled softly, leaning into him. “I was wrong because I see now that anywhere with you, and our kids, is the happiest place on earth.”
“Aw,” you cooed and pecked his lips. “The feeling’s mutual, Evans.”