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Imagine having play fights with Chris.

A/N: Thought of this after seeing Chris bantering with Octavia Spencer (who is just an amazing actress that I love so much) Enjoy!

You tried not to giggle as you stood behind your husband in the kitchen; you were wearing the Atlanta Falcons jersey Octavia Spencer- a close friend of Chris’ and yours- had sent over as an attempt to mess with him after their banter on Twitter about whose team was going to win at the Super Bowl. She had texted you about it the day before, and of course you were more than happy to mess with your husband; it was payback considering he made fun of your favorite TV show ‘Arrow’ because it was DC.

Now everyone knew what Chris was like when it came to football, Tom Brady, and The Patriots; passionate was an understatement, that boy was obsessed. His inner fan girl was so well known that every interview you had leading up to the Super Bowl involved that particular topic. You knew nothing about sports, but you knew a lot about how adorable your husband got when it came to his team. He was about as adorable as you were when you met your favorite superhero, Captain America at the Vanity Fair after party four years ago.

You tapped your socked foot on the hardwood floor as you waited for Chris- who was clearly too busy stocking the fridge with beer- to turn around. You sighed quietly then cleared your throat to catch his attention because at the rate he was going, he wasn’t going to notice you for another ten minutes and you had other things to attend to.

“Do you think I bought too-” He began as he turned around, cutting himself off when he saw what you were wearing. You pressed your lips together to suppress your smile which was forming at the sight of his facials. “How dare you?” He tried not to smile himself as he pretended to scold you, closing the fridge door behind him. “And in my house, Y/N?” He quizzed, trying to hide his amusement.

“Oh,” you scoffed and chuckled simultaneously; his lips quirked into a more visible smile. “All of a sudden this is your house?” You crossed your arms over your chest as he leaned back against the kitchen counter. “Didn’t you say what’s yours is mine, Evans?”

“Yeah, yours as in- Y/N Evans,” he retorted playfully. “I um-” he pointed at you then crossed his arms again, “I don’t know who you are 'cause my beautiful wife whose best quality is her loyalty would never betray me and my team like that.” You giggled and he bit back his smile, “that’s just disrespectful, really.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you shrugged with an innocent smile on your lips. “I’m just standing here doing nothing.” Chris scoffed as he lowered his gaze onto your jersey. “Oh, you’re talking about my shirt?” You looked down and pulled at the material. “I just put the first thing I saw in my closet, no biggie.”

“First of all,” he laughed as he pushed himself off the counter so he could make his way over to you. “That is a jersey. Secondly,” he gently pinched your chin between his fingers, “we have never, nor will we ever- have a Falcon jersey in this house.” You pressed your lips together, suppressing laughter. “Take it off before I do it for you, okay?” He released your chin and booped your nose before turning his back on you to return to the fridge.

“No,” you bit playfully; Chris stopped and smiled while his back was turned to you.

“I’m sorry,” he turned around, raising an eyebrow; the amusement in his tone audible. “What was that?” He challenged in a playful tone with his hands on his hips. You smirked, raising an eyebrow. “Take it off, that jersey has no place in this household.” He told you, trying not to laugh. “I mean it, Y/N.” He warned when you shook your head.

“What are you going to do, hm?” You challenged and he smirked, taking a step closer to you. “How are you going to make me take off the jersey of the most amazing team ever?” You said and his lips parted, feigning shock whilst hiding his amusement. “Yup, I said it. The Patriots suck compared to The Falcons,” you egged him on.

“You take that back,” he tried not to laugh as he pointed at you. As much as he loved his team, he loved you a lot more so you could say anything you wanted and nothing bad would happen; it also helped that he knew you were just joking. “Take it back and take that jersey off, or I’m going to throw you into the pool.”

“Yeah, right,” you laughed then immediately regretted it when you saw the playful gleam in your husband’s pretty blue eyes. “Chris, don’t you- No!” You shrieked with laughter and ran when he started for you. “Oh my God, no!” You ran for the stairs so you could hide in the safety of your bedroom but Chris caught you before you hit the first step. “Chris, no!” You laughed as he wrapped his arms around you from behind, lifting you off the ground.

“Do you want to take it back?” He whispered into your ear, his beard tickling your neck.

“Take your Patriots jersey back to the store because it’s a sucky team?” You quipped, giggling.

“You did not just say that,” he tickled your sides and you squirmed, laughing. “You’re so dead, Y/N. I hope you don’t have your phone in your pocket because I am tossing you into the pool.” Your laughter grew louder as he threw you over his shoulder. “You have about thirty seconds to take it back, unless you want to end up in the pool, of course.”

“I know you, Evans.” You giggled as you wrapped your arms around his waist. “You wouldn’t, so no- I’m not taking it back.” He shrugged and continued walking towards the pool in the backyard. “You’re all bark and no bite,” you poked his side and he chuckled.

“If you say so, Y/N.”

You giggled because you were so sure your husband was just joking, after all- it wasn’t the first time a play fight had ended with him threatening to throw you into the pool. He had never done it before and you doubt he’d start now. He usually walked out to the pool with you over his shoulder or in his arms bridal style, threaten to toss you in, almost toss/push you in only to pull you back into his arms to kiss you. It was the same every time, so you were sure you were safe this time too.

“Last chance,” he warned as he stopped at the edge of the pool with his back towards the water and you over the blue surface. “All you have to say is 'I’m sorry, Chris. The Patriots is the best team ever.’ And you’ll be free to go. After you take of the jersey, of course.”

“I’m sorry, Chris,” you began, biting back your smile as you continued, “I’m sorry I married a man with such poor judg- Chris, no!” You screamed when he pretended to drop you. “Don’t do that,” you smacked his butt, giggling. “You nearly gave me a heart attack. Put me down,” you poked his side.

“Say the words,” he sang song.

“Fine,” you rolled your eyes. “I’m sorry, Chris. The Patriots is the best team ever,” you recited monotonously. “Now can you put me down? All my blood is rushing to my head.” You told him as he pulled you back over his shoulder and lowered you onto your feet in front of him.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” He teased.

“Nope,” you smiled and pressed your palm to his chest. “Do you want to know what else isn’t hard?” You whispered as you leaned in, your lips inches away from his. “Tricking my big dumb dumb of a husband.” You giggled then pushed him into the pool before he could comprehend the situation. He fell into the water, cussing, and left you laughing on the sidelines. “You got a bit of water on-” you gestured to his cheek when he rose to the surface, drenched from head to toe. “Yeah,” you giggled when he wiped his cheek, “I think you got it.”

“You’re going to regret that, Y/N.”

“Perhaps,” you shrugged, smiling.

“Want to know what else isn’t hard?”

“You, 'cause it’s freezing in the water?” You teased.

“Yes, but-” he chuckled, swimming to the edge. “I was thinking more along the lines of, pulling my mischievous wife into the water because she’s not fast enough to out run Captain America!” He pushed himself off the edge and launched himself out of the pool, grabbing you before you could run back into the house. “Gotcha!”

“Chris!” You shrieked with laughter as the two of you fell into the water together. “I hate you,” you splashed him when you rose to the surface after him. “It’s f-f-fucking freezing.” You felt your teeth chatter when your body actually realized the temperature of the water.

“Don’t be such a baby.” He chuckled, swimming closer to you. “C'mere, baby.” He grabbed your hand, pulling you close and wrapping an arm around you. You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck as he leaned in and kissed you. “Just so you know,” he whispered when he broke the kiss, “I’ve got a very dry and very warm Patriots sweatshirt waiting inside for you.”

Imagine meeting Jared at a bar

Two hours more and I’m done. I’m free for the weekend, free from this miserable job and free to do whatever the hell I want.

Fridays are always busy, and today is not the exception. I run all over the bar serving beers, bourbon, even champagne to a group of friends celebrating that one of them got fired. I don’t stop until those last two hours, when the group of friends decides to go dancing, the solitary drinkers realize that it’s time to go home, and I end up with just a few customers left.

I’m finishing serving a beer to one of my regulars when the door opens once again. A solitary guy enters the bar, walking at his own pace towards one of the stools. When I get near the new guy I immediately know that something’s wrong.

“What can I help you with?” I ask him, showing the nicest smile I can provide.

“I don’t know, a beer?”

“Well, you look like you could have something nicer” I mumble, examining the man in front of me, “What about a margarita?!”

My sudden enthusiasm shocks him and I’m sure he ends up nodding just because I startled him.

“I’ve never had a margarita before” He says, and I can sense he’s a bit ashamed.

“Really? Margaritas are amazing” I say as I put all the ingredients on my side of the bar, “You have tequila, and a bit of lime. It’s the perfect combination!”

I start explaining the whole process of the drink as I prepare it. The man looks at my hands impressed as I mix everything. When I’m done, I give him his drink, wishing that he likes it.

I leave the solitary man alone to prepare more drinks for my other customers, always keeping an eye on the guy enjoying the margarita.

Half an hour passes before I get a call from the guy, his eyes have been glued to his phone for the last couple of minutes.

“Everything okay?” I ask him.

“Can I have another drink?” He asks, and I can see that whatever is troubling him isn’t good.

“Sure, you want another margarita or you wanna have something new?”

“I’m not really a bar type of guy, I’m not sure what other drinks you can make” He says, and I can feel the same shame as before on his choice of words.

“Have you tried martinis before?” He shakes his head and I provide a new big smile to him, “Great, I’ll make you one!”

I do the same as before, explaining all the ingredients that the drink has, the process and some variations you can make to it. Once I’m done, I stay with him as he tries the new drink. A smile appears on his lips as he finishes his first sip.

“Oh, that’s good” He says, with the first smile of the night, I provide my own smile as I watch him take another sip.

“I’m glad you like it!”

Most of the people have gone home, and I’m left with only two people in the bar. I leave the solitary guy alone once again as I receive the payment from the last customer. The solitary guy notices that he’s the only one left in the bar and calls me to his side.

“Do people tell you their names? Because I just realized that I haven’t said mine and I’m extremely ashamed of that”

“Only if they want to” I laugh, “It’s okay if you want to keep your anonymity”

“I’m Jared” He presents himself, offering me his hand to shake. I shake his hand, presenting myself with a kind smile. “Have you been working here for long?”

“Two years… I think”

“Wow, that’s why these things taste so great” Jared laughs, taking another sip of his martini.

Jared starts making more questions about my job, about the people that comes to the bar. When I tell him that I still got 45 minutes left at the bar he offers to accompany me for the rest of my shift.

“Why are you the only one working here? It’s Friday night and this place must have been full a while ago”

“It was” I say, raising both of my eyebrows, “And I wasn’t supposed to be alone, I work with my boss, but his girlfriend’s water broke, so…”

“Oh” Is the only things he says, and I can sense that what’s wrong with him has to do with what I just mentioned.

“Are you okay? You’ve been checking your phone ever since you arrived here”

“It’s complicated” He mumbles, fixating his eyes on his drink.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, I was just… worried”

His eyes shift from the drink to me. He seems pretty down, his shoulders low, bags under his eyes. And let’s not forget about the fact that he’s alone in a bar.

After a few seconds of silence, Jared drinks his whole drink in a second, asking me to make him another. As I start working on his new drink, he starts talking.

“I just thought I had the perfect relationship, you know? House, dogs, engagement ring, everything” He stops for a second to catch his breath, I lift my eyes to see him rub one of his eyes with his sleeve, “At first I thought she was cheating on me”

I don’t want to interrupt him with unnecessary comments like: “What? How could someone cheat on you? I mean, come on, have you watched yourself in a mirror? You’re a god!”. I just bite my lip, waiting for him to continue.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” He asks me, it takes me a minute to shake my head no, “But I’m sure you’ve experienced that feeling of not being wanted, when your partner just… avoids you”

“Yeah, I think so. That usually means bad news” I mutter.

Jared nods, giving a sip to his drink.

“That’s why I thought she was cheating on me, but no, she wasn’t doing that”

“What was it then?” I ask, way more interested than I should. I end up biting my lip again.

Jared does not answer my question immediately, instead, he takes a second to check his phone again. A new message appears on the screen, I want to see the name on the screen, even though I know I shouldn’t. His expression does not change as he reads the text and, once he’s finished, he looks at me again.

“Sorry, it was my brother, he’s a bit worried”

I’m the one nodding this time, waiting for him to continue.

“She thought she was pregnant” He finally says, and I can feel my eyebrows raising again.

He stops again to drink the rest of his drink, and I don’t like where this is going. Jared does not ask me for another drink, but continues to play with the glass on the table.

“Do you want to be a mother?” He suddenly asks, fixing his gaze on me.

I can feel the heat on my cheeks, the way my hands start trembling as the words connect on my mind.

“So, what happened with your girlfriend?” I ask to change the topic of the conversation, “Is she pregnant?”

“No, she’s not. She was so relieved when she found out, she hadn’t even told me that there was even a possibility of her being pregnant when she appeared at my work telling me the ‘good news’. What good news?!”

“Some women think that a baby could be an obstacle in their careers, or they are not prepared. Maybe she just…”

“It was not that” He interrupts me, “It was because of the dress. A fucking wedding dress!”

What?

My eyes open wide as I hear the explanation. I need a drink.

“'It’s Vera Wang!’ She screamed” He says in disbelief, “How twisted can her brain be if she cares more about fitting in a goddamn dress than the possibility of bringing a child to this world?”

I finish making two drinks, handing one to Jared and drinking mine in a second.

“It’s on the house” I say, as I see him looking at me confused.

Jared does the same with his drink, receiving another text, and this time his expression changes.

“Is it her?” I ask him, he just nods, starting to type really fucking fast. “Are you okay?” I ask him when he leaves his phone aside.

“Yeah, she’s asking me to come back”

“You’re leaving then?”

“No, she just want me to go home to convince me not to cancel the wedding, so she can wear her fucking dress”

“You cancelled the wedding?!” I ask, taking both hands to cover my mouth.

“I can’t marry someone that shallow” Jared sighs, resting his chin on his hand, “I should have done this a while ago, my brother even congratulated me, my mom is the happiest of all”

“She was that bad?”

He shrugs, checking the time on his phone.

“Apparently I was the only one who hadn’t notice how awful she was. Anyway, I think is already time for you to close this place”

He shows me the time on his phone, it is already 4 in the morning. Jared lends me a hand with the whole closing process, letting us surrounded by a rather weird silence. He’s looking directly into my eyes, and I can see that he got a bit drunk with all the drinks that I gave him. And it is that same drunkenness the one I blame when his hands cup my face, as if asking my permission to get even closer.

“I don’t think you should” I mutter, “You’re drunk”

“I know” He whispers.

His hands fall from my face, both getting inside his jacket. A smile takes over his expression, and I feel a weight leaving my shoulders.

“Come, let’s share a cab” I tell him, clasping my arm with his.

Jared accepts and we start walking in silence to a more crowded street.

“You didn’t answer my question” He says after a few minutes.

“Which one?” I ask him, even when I know exactly what he’s talking about.

“Do you want to be a mother?”

I sigh, taking my time to find the perfect answer. His eyes do not look away as he awaits for my answer. Out of nowhere, a smile takes over my expression, and all the cheeriness that I had a couple of hours ago returns to my body.

“Well, I am a mother”

“You are?” He asks, stopping our walk, “But you… you are so young!”

“This sort of things happen, and I’m more than happy that it did” I say, never leaving the smile disappear from my face, “Her name is Zoe, she’s five”

“Wow, does she look like you?” Jared looks amazed by my revelation.

“I don’t know, everybody says she does, but I can’t really tell”

Jared starts invading me with all sort of questions about me being a mother, and how it is to have Zoe as my daughter. I answer them all, giving this little joy to a drunk broken hearted man.

In the end, it turns out that we are going to two different places, really far from each other, so we are not allowed to share a cab. A bit much like our lives. Jared is not the kind of man who lives in my sort of neighbourhood, the one where you have to be extra careful even during the day. But Jared doesn’t leave until I am inside a car. I receive his number before leaving, and a promise of coming to talk to me again at the bar.

Professor Barnes.


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Pairing: Professor!Steve Rogers x Aus Reader.
Warnings: Language, Smut.
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A/N: I hope you enjoy this chapter! Previous chapters to my Professor Rogers AU Series can be found here.
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Imagine Chris helping you through a hangover.

A/N: Part 2, y'all. ✌🏻️ You can read this as a standalone or go over and read Part 1, ‘Imagine admitting you want to marry Chris while you’re drunk.’ Whatever you feel like, this is for your enjoyment; you don’t have to feel obligated. Also- I’ve decided to make this a four part thing, maybe five if I decide to write the wedding. Inbox me if you want to be tagged to this mini-series. Anyhooooo, that’s all I have to say. Bisous 💋

You awoke with the world’s worst hangover; it wasn’t the first time but it’d been a long time since you’d one with this level of discomfort. You’d heard the saying ‘it hit me like a train’, now you were actually experiencing it. You couldn’t remember much of last night, you just knew you partied a little too hard at Carly’s bachelorette party. You couldn’t even remember how you got home, you suspected it was Luca- your best friend and only sober member- that put you in a cab. You made a mental note to call her, as well as Chris, to inform them that you were in fact alive.

You opened your eyes and immediately closed them again, wincing at the tiniest amount of sunlight peeping through the blue curtains. Blue curtains? Weren’t your curtains purple? You were in too much pain to take a second look; you weren’t overly concerned, you were sure it was just your hangover messing with your vision. You groaned and grabbed the nearest pillow, burying your face in blackout darkness because somehow closing your eyes weren’t enough. Fatigue and nausea washed over you, finalizing your decision to stay in bed all day. A bed that- oddly didn’t feel like your bed.

You pushed the pillow off your face and forced your eyes open to take in the room that was definitely not yours; you were in too much of a daze to realize it was Chris’. You sat up a little too quickly and your head spun, the urge to throw up everything you ate and drank last night overwhelmed you. You groaned and hunched over, burying your face in the bundle of sheets while pressing your fingers against your throbbing temples.

“Mornin’ sunshine.” You heard Chris’ voice and you realized you had somehow ended up at his place instead of your own. You looked up at him; he stood in the doorway with tightly pursed lips, obviously biting the inside of his cheek to suppress his urge to laugh at your misery. “How are you feeling?” He asked, a soft chuckle broke free as he walked over. “You look very beautiful.” He smiled as he teased, taking your hands in his as he sat down.

“I know, can’t you see that I’m on top of the world?” You joked and he chuckled softly; he was always sweet to keep his voice down around hungover you. “I really did it this time,” you managed a soft chuckle yourself, running a hand through your hair. You were surprised it wasn’t knotted or tainted with specks of vomit; did you throw up? You couldn’t remember. “What happened last night? How did I get here?”

“Well- according to drunk Y/N,” he began, brushing his thumbs gently up and down the back of your hands. “You can always find your way back to me.” He told you and you smiled. “I think Luca put you into a cab, there was a text from her on your phone for me.”

“Why didn’t she just text your phone?” You narrowed your eyes in confusion.

“Beats me,” he shrugged then chuckled, “she’s your weird best friend.” You chuckled at that. “Now-” he released your hands and rose to his feet. “I know you want to stay in bed all day but you need to eat something. I would bring your breakfast to you in bed but- we both know you have that insane rule of no food in bedrooms.”

“I’m sorry, do you want cockroaches and ants when you sleep?”

“C'mon,” he chuckled and held out his hand for you to take. “I got some coffee, pancakes and bacon waiting for you downstairs.” Your stomach growled with excitement at the sound of your breakfast. “Caffeine, grease, carbs, and sugar. Just what you need to get over this hangover,” he winked with a click of his tongue.

“Oh God.” You groaned and let him pull you to your feet. “Everything hurts, Chris.” You whined and rubbed your throbbing left temple when he released your hand and wrapped an arm around you. “That’s it, I am never drinking again.”

“You do realize you say that every time you wake up with a bad hangover, right?” He chuckled as the two of you made your way downstairs. Your eyes narrowed slightly at the two fully packed duffle bags by the door; one of them was yours. “Yet here we are,” he teased you and you rolled your eyes; somehow, that hurt too. “Look on the bright side, it’s Saturday and you don’t work on the weekends.”

“I’m a screen writer, as long as I’m breathing- I’m working.” You retorted and he chuckled softly. “But I don’t have to go into the studio which is good. But I do have a script to finish which-” you heaved a sigh, “I can’t seem to do, so not so good. Don’t you ever get sick of your job?” You asked, completely forgetting who you were talking to. “Right-” you pressed your lips together when you remembered. “Who could get sick of being Captain America?”

“You forget I’m not always Captain America, I’ve had my fair share of bad roles that make doing what I love a bit of a drag.” He reminded you and you sighed again. “Sweetheart, I know your work can get a little taxing but- you are doing what you love to do. Yes, you’ll get the occasional bad job but you’ve also had some really great ones. Shall I take you to your Oscar to remind you how much you love your job?”

“No,” you chuckled. “I’m very aware of how much I love my job, after all-” You looked up at him and planted a kiss on his jaw. “It is what brought us together. Don’t mind me, it’s just hangover me talking. She’s a bit of a bummer.”

“Yeah,” he chuckled, “drunk you is much more fun.” He took his arm off you as the two of you entered the kitchen. He went over to the coffee pot and poured you a cup, he creamed and sugared it before passing it to you. “Here,” he grabbed the plate of pancakes and bacon he prepared for you and put it in front of you as you took a seat at the breakfast bar.

“I’m sorry I woke you up last night,” you told him after taking a sip of your steaming hot coffee. “I bet you weren’t so happy to see me at such an ungodly hour,” you joked and chuckled softly. “Next time I go out and party without you, take your key from me.”

“Oh stop,” he chuckled. “I’m always happy to see you, you’re my girl- there will never be a bad time to see your beautiful face.” You smiled and he smiled back. “Plus- I’m an actor, ungodly hours are my sweet spot,” he shrugged nonchalantly and you laughed. “You are extremely lucky I made you take that Advil last night,” he pointed out with a smug smile, “otherwise you wouldn’t be laughing right now.”

“Can you catch me up on last night?” You placed your cup down and started cutting your pancakes up. “I’m sure I did something stupid, I always seem to do that when I’m drunk. So- what did I do this time?” You asked then forked a chunk of pancake into your mouth.

“You broke your favorite drinking glass,” he told you and your face fell at that new piece of information. “Don’t worry, I’m sure I can get Stan Lee’s team to send another one. I’ll probably ask for a plastic version so you can’t break it after a bender,” he teased and you chuckled. “But that was about it, nothing overly stupid.”

“That doesn’t sound like me, did I say anything stupid?”

“Nope,” he shook his head. “Well- you asked for Fruit Loops but- that’s not that stupid, you’re a bit of an addict when it comes to cereal.” You narrowed your eyes, pondering. “You were drunk off your face, what were you expecting from yourself? Oh- you did strip off your dress in the kitchen. That was fun for me, you were a sight to see.” He teased and you chuckled. “Not one of your best drunk moments but it was a pretty good one.”

“I’m glad you still found me amusing.” You giggled and he nodded, chuckling softly. “Hey, I’ve been meaning to ask.” You began when the image of the two duffles came back to you. “Why are there two duffles by the door? One of them is mine so- I know it’s not you going on some business trip. Are we going somewhere?” You quizzed.

“I was thinking of taking you to the cabin for the weekend,” he nodded. “I already packed everything and the car’s ready to go. I was just waiting for you to wake up to have breakfast before we leave.”

“For the weekend?” Your eyes narrowed in confusion. “But it’s Saturday and it’s-” you glanced at the clock. “Ten-thirty. By the time we get out to the cabin, it’ll be like four and we’d be exhausted from the drive. We won’t even spend a full day there 'cause we gotta get back before Monday, so what’s the point?”

“I just feel like it,” he shrugged. “Don’t be a bummer, it’ll be fun. I got a playlist and car snacks and- everything we usually get when we drive out there. Plus- I already called Scott to go out there and set things up for us, if I cancel now- he’s going to be pissed.”

“Chris, I am suffering from a major hangover and I have a script to finish writing. Do you really think now is the best time to go out to the cabin?” You asked and he nodded, smiling. “Can’t we just- go next weekend, or even wait until Christmas to go? We can get our families out there and do a whole thing. It’ll be so much more fun and less time constricted.”

“I can’t wait that long,” he shook his head.

“Why not?” You narrowed your eyes in confusion.

“I just can’t,” he answered vaguely, smiling. “Eat your breakfast while I go sort out the rest of our stuff,” he leaned over the bar top and kissed your cheek before walking out of the kitchen. “We’ll leaving in half an hour so-” he glanced back at you, “do what you need to do, take another Advil if you need.”

“You can call Alex if I don’t finish my script on time!” You called after him and winced at your own loud voice. “Honestly.” You muttered under your breath and continued to eat your breakfast as Chris picked the bags up off the floor and walked them out to the car.

He popped the trunk and unzipped his duffle, pulling away the first layer of his clothes to reveal the Tiffany&Co ring box that he’d been hiding for months now. After last night, he simply couldn’t wait any longer. There was no perfect timing, there was just the perfect person and you were his perfect person. He was ready for what was going to be the best weekend of his life whereas you were completely clueless and unaware of what was yet to come.

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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Yes, finally! The next part is the epilogue. X

Imagine Jared accidentally sending you a dirty text

We ask the waiter for another cup of coffee, never failing to find new topics to cover. Emma talks about work and endless trips, I fill her up with my love life and a bit of work. We laugh and talk for a good couple of hours, forgetting that we are in a public space and we shouldn’t be laughing so loudly.

“You should have seen his face” Emma continues laughing, “We were all trying not to crack up, and there he was, with his face red as a tomato”

“What the hell was he doing naked in the woods?!” I ask, not being able to breathe properly due to my laugh.

“Oh, God, I don’t know. None of us wanted to ask”

My phone rings one time, letting me know of a new text. Jared’s name appears on my screen and I show it to Emma.

“Speak of the devil!”

I open the text, feeling my jaw drop as I read through the lines.

“Jesus…” I mutter, feeling my cheeks blush.

“What’s going on?” Emma asks, and I just react by handing her my phone.

Emma reads once, letting a loud laugh out when she finishes. I reach for my phone, but she moves away, holding one finger up, asking me to wait.

“Ok, just one more time” She says.

The laugh continues, and I want to laugh too, but I’m not really sure how to feel about this.

“‘My enormous manhood’” Emma starts reading out loud, “'On your perky…’”

“Emma!” I shut her up, reaching quickly for my phone, “I’m sure it’s not for me”

“Obviously” She tries to stop laughing, but failing to, “Oh, God, Jared really needs sexting classes, that was the worst sext I’ve ever read”

“What do you know about sexting?” I ask her, noticing how her cheeks start to blush.

“Not much” She says, as we hear a new incoming text, “READ IT!”

I open the new text, feeling a smile appear on my lips.

“It’s full of apologies” I say, as I get a new text, “This one too, poor Jared”

“You should go see him” Emma suggests.

“What? No, he’s probably freaking out right now” I mutter, “I would be freaking out too”

We try to continue with our evening, but Jared’s text changes the mood and Emma just couldn’t recover from it. By the time I leave her home she’s still laughing about what happened.

“You should at least text him back” Emma says trough the passenger window.

“What the fuck, Emma?!”

“Not the dirty text, the apologies” She corrects herself, starting to laugh again.

“Maybe, I don’t know. I’ll see you next week”

“Call me!” She shouts as I start to drive away.

As I drive home, I receive a couple of text from Jared. At first just one, and then three in less than a minute. I park in the middle of nowhere to read the texts.

“I can’t believe I just sent that” The first one starts, “I’m so sorry, I know I’ve said it like three times already, but I really am. Maybe it was my unconscious trying to tell you how I felt about you?”

Wait, what?

“Oh, shit”, Is all the second and third one say.

“UNREAD THAT, IMMEDIATELY”, the last one says.

I read the first text again, and again.

How he feels about me? Jared has feelings for me? Oh, no.

I let the phone on the seat next to me, trying to erase the words from my mind. I thought the dirty text was traumatic enough, but… feelings?

Once I get home, I notice Josh’s car parked outside. Great, my boyfriend is home when I have my mind made a mess thanks to Jared. Before getting out of the car I grab my phone, scared of finding another text from Jared, but I find nothing.

I breath calmed, taking my bag and jacket. But all my calmness ends up in the trash when I see Jared sitting on the porch stairs.

“Hey”, he says, standing up.

My bag, phone and jacket end up on the floor, and I lead my hands to my hair, running my fingers through it, trying to calm myself again.

Jared walks towards me, taking all my stuff and handing them to me. I receive them, keeping my distance from him.

“What are you doing here?”

“I wrote something, this way I can’t fuck it up again” He mumbles, giving a quick look to the house, “I’ll be quick, I promise”

I nod, grabbing all my things tighter, as if somehow that would help me in any way.

“Ok, here I go” He says, taking a deep breath, “I fucked up”

“That’s it?” I ask him, when I notice he’s not continuing with his letter.

“I was just taking a break” He mutters, “This is hard… Ok, bad use of words”

“Just… go on, Jared”

“Ok. I fucked up” He reads again, “I’m not going to say I’m sorry again, because I’ve done it too much already and you’re probably bored of it. I also said I had feelings for you, and that’s true, but we better forget about that because you have a boyfriend and I’m a weirdo who doesn’t know how to send dirty texts”

He ends with an awkward smile and I can’t help but laugh.

“You done?” I ask, laughing still.

“No” He says, and I can notice his hands shaking a bit, the awkward smile still on his face, “Please don’t tell Josh that I said I have feelings for  you, or he’s going to break my jaw. I’m sorry, for the 100th time, and let’s forget about all this. Please”

“Now?”

“Yes, I’m done”

“I’m gonna forget about the dirty text, don’t worry about that” I laugh, getting closer to him, “And about the other thing… Josh and I have been together for a while, you know that”

“I do” He whispers, folding the note to put it in his pocket.

“Things may change, we don’t know what could happen tomorrow”

“Wait…” He interrupts me, holding his index finger near to my face, “You’re giving me hope or leaving me in the friendzone?”

“Neither” I laugh, “I have a boyfriend now, but things may change. I just hope that if something happens, you’ll still have me in your heart”

The silly smile comes back to his lips, and I end up smiling too.

“Babe?”

We both look to the house, Josh is standing on the stairs, holding a cup of coffee on his hands.

“Oh, hey Jared” Josh greets him with a smile, “Wanna come inside?”

“Nah, I’m good” Jared says, with the smile getting wider by the second, “Good seeing you, buddy”

“You too” My boyfriend says, changing his sight to me, “Come inside, it’s getting cold in here”

“I’m coming” I say, letting Josh go inside first, leaving me alone with Jared, “I’m not giving you hope, ok?”

“I know” He laughs, “And don’t worry, you’ve been in my heart for a while, I doubt you’ll get out of there any time soon”

Jared leaves, with the smile still on his face. I watch him go, only entering my house when I’m not able to see him anymore. Josh is waiting for me, another cup of coffee on his hand. I receive the cup, facing my reality after that confession.