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Degausser // Brand New

Imagine Chris taking you to Rome for a romantic getaway. (Part E)

A/N: Part 5E! We’re so close, just one epilogue and we’re done! Thank you so much for reading, I love y'all. ❤️ You can read the previous parts here: (Little Ones - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5A/5B/5C/5D) and (Drunk Minds, Sober Hearts; Baby Fever; and Memory Lane - Masterlist)

Chris rose with the sun while you remained peacefully asleep in his arms. A lazy, satisfied smile spread across his face when he looked down at your pretty face, memories of the night before entering his mind. Dinner had been lovely, but what transpired after had been lovelier; there was no doubt the two of you were going to sleep incredibly well on the plane after the late night you had. Chris carefully pulled his arm around from under you, detangling his legs from yours. He sucked in his breath when you stirred, rolling over and pulling the mess of sheets with you. He quietly breathed out then gently kissed your hair before disappearing into the bathroom to have a much needed shower.

You were aroused from your sleep when you heard the shower, you rolled over and realized Chris had gotten up. You smiled and stretched, sighing when you realized today was the day your romantic getaway with Chris ended. It was a bit of a bittersweet moment; on one hand- neither or you wanted to leave Rome, on the other- both were very excited to get back to your son. As magical as the past week had been, it was time to head back to where your real life awaited- where your son awaited with photos and stories from his first proper Halloween. Checkout was at 1:30PM and the flight to take you back to Boston, Massachusetts was at 4:30PM; it was only 6:50AM so you still had plenty of time.

You could hear Chris singing in the shower; it was hard to make out what song it was, but his voice made you smile nonetheless. You stretched once more before you got out of bed, you scooped Chris’ shirt off the floor and slipped it on so you weren’t just wandering around in your underwear. As much as that would’ve delighted your husband, you wanted breakfast and you couldn’t receive room service without some form of clothing. You grabbed the room service menu then returned to sit on the edge of the bed to peruse the breakfast menu at your leisure. It was your last breakfast in Rome for- God only knew how long so you wanted to order something memorable.

The shower stopped running while you were on the phone, you looked up as Chris came out of the shower with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. “Good morning,” he smiled then leaned over to kiss you on the cheek. “I thought you would’ve joined me in the shower, but clearly I wore you out last night.” He teased you and you tried not to laugh as you pointed at the phone.

“That’d be great,” you nodded as you spoke to the receptionist, “thank you so much. Yes, we’re in the penthouse suite. Mm hm, room number four-two-seven.” With that, you hung up and rolled onto your stomach. “One final room service breakfast before we go home and have to cook what we want to eat.”

“Drats,” Chris clicked his fingers, smiling when you laughed. “If I’m being honest though,” he said as he pulled a pair of Calvin Klein boxers on. “I kind of miss our pancake mornings, the way Jack would clap and giggle when I flip the pancakes.” You smiled; it was pretty cute. “But hey, this time tomorrow-” he pulled a pair of Under Armor shorts on. “We’ll be doing just that.”

“Yup,” you smiled, shuffling so Chris could have his spot on the bed. “I miss our little bug.” You told him, pouting as you sat up and leaned into his open arm. “As nice as the past childless week has been, I miss being a mom.” He chuckled softly, kissing your hair. “Who would’ve thought I’d ever say that, huh?” You looked back at him, giggling. “Remember me when you first met me?”

“Yeah, but I saw past that tough exterior,” he smiled. “If you really disliked kids as much as you said you did, then I would have never made you have Jack.” You rolled your eyes because like that child lover would give up having children for you. “Don’t roll your eyes at me,” he tickled you and you squirmed, laughing. “I’ve told you a million times, you’re all I’ll ever need.”

“But you’re really glad I don’t dislike kids as much as I said I did, right?” You quizzed and laughed when he nodded. “For the record, so am I.” You smiled and pecked him on the lips. “I don’t think I can imagine a life without Jack anymore, he’s so precious and God- I love that boy.”

“Me too,” he nodded, smiling. “And I can’t wait to see and hear what he got up to on Halloween.”

Your face fell a little when you thought about having to face your son after lying to him about how you had to go because it was for his dad’s work; you may not have known going in, but you did now and you felt horrible. You could’ve been there, but instead you were off having the time of your life with Chris; talk about mother of the year.

“What’s wrong?” Chris quizzed with narrowed eyes when he saw your face.

“I don’t know, I guess I feel bad about lying about this trip being a work thing,” you admitted, pressing your lips together when you met his gaze. “The moment I see Jack’s face, I’m going to feel like a complete monster.” He sighed; he knew your guilt would surface, if he was being honest- his was too. “We’re going to need to make up for this somehow, you know that right?”

“Yeah, I know,” he nodded. “We’ve got those annual passes for Disney World, right?” You nodded, smiling when you remembered; it was your saving grace. “I’m sure we can slot something in over the holidays, I think Carly wanted to take the kids before Christmas. We can all go together as one big, happy family, I’m sure he’d love that.”

“Somehow I feel like you’re going to love it more.”

“Sounds like a win win situation to me,” he said then laughed when you did. 

• • • • • • • • 

Your flight landed at Logan International Airport in Boston at 8:41PM; a little bit behind schedule, but got you home nonetheless. The airport was a lot busier than you’d both expected, so hats and sunglasses were used to get you through without attracting a mess of fans. You were both tired and ready to get home to see your son, the last thing you wanted was to be stopped and asked to take photos.

Chris hailed a cab and helped the cab driver load the luggage into the trunk while you got into the vehicle, clutching the renaissance painter teddy bear you got Jack from a flea market in Rome. You yawned as your husband and the cab driver got back into the car; it pulled away from the curb and you were on your way home.

“Homeward bound,” Chris whispered into your hair when you leaned into his open arm. “Sleep,” he instructed, knowing how tired you were after your restless flight; you were a frequent flyer, yes, but not all your experiences were smooth. “I’ll wake you when we get home.”

The drive was a few hours and you fell asleep within the first fifteen minutes, Chris had slept on the flight so he wasn’t as tired as you were. When the cab got close, Chris texted Scott to let him know that they were in the area and that he should open the door. It was 11:39PM when Chris woke you up, informing you that you’d reached your beautiful home. You got out of the cab and smiled at the three men that had helped with your son while you were away with your husband.

“Both your boys are asleep in his room,” Scott told you, referring to Jack and Dodger. “Here,” he took your bags from you and you smiled gratefully. “Let us handle the bags,” he offered, beckoning his head at Sebastian and Anthony; they both nodded, smiling. “The two of you go see him. Just try not to wake him? It took a lot of effort to put him down, really don’t know how you two do it on a daily basis,” he chuckled.

“Got it,” Chris chuckled, slapping the guys on the back as he walked past to join your side. “Thanks, guys. We definitely owe you big time,” he said and you nodded in agreement. “If you ever have kids of your own, we are at your disposal.”

The two of you made your way upstairs to your baby boy’s room, you quietly opened the door and peeped in. His Mickey Mouse night light illuminated his room, which was empty; neither Jack nor Dodger were present. “Oh my God,” the teddy bear dropped with your hearts. “Where is Jack?” You asked Chris and he shook his head, his lips parted in shock. You were both so tired that it didn’t occur to either of you that he was somewhere else in the house, the first thought was as you said out loud, “our son is missing.”

“Scott, where is my son?!” Chris cried out, scrambling down the stairs.

“We shouldn’t have gone away,” you mumbled to yourself, feeling your eyes well with tears.

“Mama?” A child’s voice laced with sleep turned your head and you let out a huge sigh filled with absolute relief. “Why are you crying?” He quizzed when you scooped him into your arms, hugging him tightly. “What’s wrong, Mama?” He asked, wrapping his arms around you.

You heard footsteps hurrying up the stairs; Chris led the troop. They caught sight of you with Jack in your arms and all let out a sigh of relief in unison. Chris walked over, wrapping his arms around the both of you and kissing the back of Jack’s head. Dodger padded out of the room, nudging his nose against your leg and you looked down at him with a smile.

“Is that for me?” Jack caught sight of his teddy bear which was still lying on the floor. Chris pulled away and picked it up, passing it to him when you loosened your hug. “Oh wow,” he grinned, hugging it to his chest. “Thanks Mama, thanks Daddy.”

“Where were you?” You asked Jack, running a hand through his sleep disheveled hair. “Uncle Scott said you were asleep in your room, where’d you go?” You asked then answered your own question when you saw him smile. “Were you watching interviews in our room again?”

“No,” he giggled. “I knew you and Daddy were coming home tonight. I wanted to wait up, but Uncle Scott wouldn’t let me so I pretended to be asleep then hid in your room when Uncle Scott went downstairs.” He looked over at Scott, giggling when his uncle scoffed. “I wasn’t actually asleep, Uncle Scott. I was pretending so you’d go downstairs.”

“Yeah,” Scott chuckled in disbelief, “I don’t know how you two do that on a daily basis.” You and Chris chuckled at that. “He is a bigger handful than we’d expected.” Jack giggled when you tickled him. “We were discussing earlier and we wouldn’t be surprised if you told us you lied about the trip being a work thing to get some alone time. Right, guys?” He looked back at Sebastian and Anthony, who both nodded.

“Um…” Chris pressed his lips together.

“Yeah, about that…” You bit back your smile.

“Oh my God, seriously?” Sebastian chuckled.

“We’re going to make it up to all of you,” you quickly told them then turned your attention on your son, “especially you, buddy. I’m so sorry we missed your first proper Halloween, we really wanted to be here.” Jack just smiled, completely indifferent to the truth his uncles had just discovered. He had a lot of fun with the guys and couldn’t care less that you’d missed Halloween.

“I guess we’ll be expecting another Evans baby in nine months then,” Anthony teased and you blushed even though that wasn’t at all true or the reason you went away to Rome. You’d both decided to wait to have another so you were extremely careful when it came to sex and contraception, or so you thought. “Are we hoping for a girl this time, Mr. and Mrs. Evans?”

“I’m going to have a sister?” Jack gasped.

“No, you’re not,” you and Chris both shook your heads.

“You might,” Sebastian told him and his faltered smile regain momentum.

“As careful as you might’ve been,” Scott smirked, “you would’ve slipped up somewhere.”

“Okay, no,” Chris chuckled. “Stop it, guys. We’re not having another baby, not for awhile anyway.”

“Yeah,” you agreed, “our hands are already tied up with Jack, we don’t need another just yet.”

Scott, Sebastian, and Anthony shared cheeky grins then turned back to the two of you and said in unison. “Guess we’ll know in a couple months, won’t we?”

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“Camelot is slated to play a big role in the fifth season after the Apprentice revealed in the finale that the mysterious Sorcerer – who may be able to save Emma (Jennifer Morrison) after being consumed by the Dark One – is actually Merlin.”

Once Upon a Time finds its King Arthur, Entertainment Weekly, by Natalie Abrams

“AFTER BEING CONSUMED BY THE DARK ONE … “ It’s interesting how this is written. It portrays how people think about the Dark One when it’s NOT Rumpelstiltskin. Emma is “consumed,” a very passive idea. With Rumpelstiltskin, it’s usually all about him taking on the curse, which is active. I don’t know if it’s sexism in the media that gives Emma the passive portrayal, or if it’s about her Savior status–or a bit of both. No one ever says that Rumpelstiltskin was “consumed by the curse of the Dark One,” even though the audience saw it happen in 1x08, Desperate Souls.

People like to say Rumpelstiltskin took on the curse of the Dark One, and often he gets blamed for “choosing to become evil”–when that wasn’t the case at all. He is unlike any other villain. He didn’t know what he was getting into (”Looks like you made a bargain you didn’t understand.” – Zoso, the previous Dark One) and he was doing it to prevent losing his teenage son to the conscripting army. He was a hero. And a brave one, at that–no matter his reputation.

Emma, of course, chose to take on evil, too, for good reasons; however, she knows a little bit more about what she’s getting than Rumpelstiltskin did. Or she should. At any rate, she will find out what it’s like to harbor pure evil–and to have to fight it. 

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