Hey, can you maybe do Chris x Black fem-reader (including the kids) visit the reader's family at a cookout or function? (I LOVE YOU WORK BTW💕💕)
A/N: Thank you for the support, truly appreciate you🩵🩵🩵 And I’ll be up to the challenge, hoping to succeed best as I can. First time managing to write a 3,050 word fanfic, hope you all enjoy despite I felt it was rushed.
P.S: I’m also working on a Carlos Oliveria and a Leon Kennedy re9 fic. Making too many ideas and leaving them for weeks on end to sit in drafts is crazy. Need to clear my drafts.
Location: Redfield Residence
The ceiling fan continued to faintly spin above the cold black sheets of the bed, while you turned over within your sleep, unaware of the changing within your breathing. Half sprawled over your husband’s chest, as he let out a grunt within his sleep before styling, and you snuggling against his firm chest further in unconscious search of a familiar warmth.
Your dreams weren’t always so vivid or clear, something it would be just a replay of fond memories with the family that you both built, or simply the replaying of fragmented memories from your youth.
Stuck within the cycle of remembering the world that Oswald E. Spencer tried to mold, and yet so failed, with the dream to live again in another’s mind.
You faintly remembered the first time you ever stumbled upon the world of Spencer and Umbrella, less stumbling, but being placed within it.
Letters of admission into a gifted school landed upon your parents desk, made for the children of great intellect, and those whose parents were great in their own importance to society. Under the guise of being placed into the school with your parents permission after their extensive research, and speaking with your current school, they found no fault or foulness in the school.
Yet your mother was slightly more unsure about sending you, only allowing you to go with the promise of you contacting them whenever it was allowed.
“You remember where home is, no matter how far this school takes you from us? Remember where you come from baby.” Your mother’s words rung in your ear, as you were stepping out of the black Cadillac.
The fog of the early morning clung lowly to the ground and air, as the dew on the grass clung onto your black leather oxfords. The heeled shoes softly clicking against the cobblestone, while your feet lead you within the building that would slowly rebuild you.
Unaware of how your breath changed quicker and faster, as your old memories ran through your head, shifting into the revelation of the real nature behind the schools intentions from the beginning.
Your sleep was beginning to feel closer to a dream of dread, as you slowly began hearing a voice causing you to stir, being pulled from the memories.
"Ma….mama….. mommy, wake up. Finn just ate the last poptart.” A soft yet annoyed voice pulled you from your sleep, while you blinked a couple of times to clear the sleep from your vision, and turned to gaze up at one of your twins.
Ethan, twin to Finn, and the one currently sitting on your husbands chest, as Chris was simply looking up at one of his youngest sons unamused by the interruption to your sleep. You blinked up at him one last mindless time, before bringing yourself to lean off of Chris and looking toward Finn.
“Didn’t we get you each your own box of poptarts?” You asked, a bit groggy and confused as you settled against the headboard, feeling one of Chris’s arms around your waist.
“Yeah, but he ate all of his, and just ate mine. His greed knows no bounds.” Ethan spoke annoyed while he had a pout on his face, and you and Chris were simply holding in a laugh at the greed part.
“And what would you know about greed?” Chris deep voice rang through the room, while he carefully moved Ethan to sit down onto the bed, while he was swinging his legs off the bed to stand up. Ethan looked up at him, as his brows were scrunched together in thought, much to the both of yours amusement. A four year old questioning about his brothers greed, concerning their poptarts.
“He ate something that was mine, and he had something of his own. He is greedy.” Ethan responded, as you were also moving from the bed after getting a notification from your watch about a message, yet you simply went about heading into the bathroom to do your business.
Meanwhile Chris had walked with Ethan on his hip toward the kitchen downstairs, before spotting Finn still munching on his poptart, as both twins made eye contact. Chris softly shook his head at the both of their stare-downs. “Finn, did you eat Ethan’s poptart?”
An almost too quick answer fell from Finn’s lips, while he climbed down from his chair, with one of the poptarts still in his hands. “He ate my fruit loops last week, so yes.” Chris looked toward Ethan, who he allowed to slip from his grasp.
“I guess that’s fair.” Chris muttered begrudgingly, “But you both apologize, and stop touching each others food.” He then looked toward both of the twins, clearly waiting to hear them apologize.
“Sorry.” Finn muttered, as he turned his head from Ethan, still holding onto the poptart pack.
“Sorry for calling you greedy.” Ethan responded, while Finn gave him a small side eye, which was beyond hilarious, and Chris just decided to leave it to their twins. “You two finish your breakfast, then go get dressed. We’re going to your grandparents house.”
That was enough to get a cheer from the twins, as Ethan managed to grab the other poptart within the packet, while Finn reluctantly allowed him to have it. “You two are just something else.” Chris muttered with a small soft amused sigh leaving his lips, while he had a small grin.
Meanwhile, as Chris resolved the small non-issue between the twins, you were standing within your bedroom after changing into a pair of jean shorts, a family reunion shirt, and a pair of simple sneakers.
Receiving a message from your parents was still slightly a challenge for you, as for most of your late adolescent to teenage years you slowly lost pieces of them in your memories, yet you were fine with relearning about them, and what having a family was supposed to mean to you at first.
‘Hey, you still coming right? By the time you arrive, the food might as well been ready, and most of the activities ready for the kids.’
You looked down upon the text, before softly shifting your color contacts correctly, fixing your fingers to type and hesitated as your hands still for a moment. You’d ask the kids before anything proceeded.
Walking silently from the bedroom, down the hall to your eldest room, softly knocking and peaking in to see Verena asleep, with half her cover on the floor, and sideways on her bed. A bit confused and curious as to how she could possibly end up in that position, yet walked in to softly shake her shoulder, with the lightest grip you could manage.
“Come on Vee, wake up baby.” You lowly muttered, as the girl stirred while halfway tempted to just turn back toward her pillow, and pull her cover over her head. You simply sat on the cover to keep it from being moved back over her head.
“Wanna go see Grandma and Grandaddy, along with the rest of the family? They’ll be having fun at the cookout.”
At the mention of her grandparents, she opened her eyes while looking over to you as if she was seriously weighing the pros and cons of that situation. Eventually she mustered a small yes, sliding out of bed to do her morning routine, even with it being afternoon. You gave a slow nod, before walking to leave from her room, closing the door behind yourself.
Now it would be time to convince the twins to go as well. Just as you were about to head downstairs, Chris was heading back up. “They already agreed to go, they’re excited to see their grandparents.” He lowly spoke, as he gently caught you by your waist and pulled you back into him.
“Get em dressed and we’re heading out then.” You lowly responded, and within the next few moments the house was in a bustle, as you all went about your morning routine, getting dressed, packing the twins and Verena an extra change of clothes as you both guessed that they were absolutely going to be getting in the pool.
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At the Sinclaire Residence
Pulling into the yard alongside the street, while making sure the car was out of the road, you five all got out of the car, heading toward the front door. Having each of the twins on one of your hips, while Verena walked slightly ahead of you all going up to the front door, and Chris carrying the baked sweets you made after still procrastinating about the decision to go or not.
Hearing ‘Before I let go’ playing from the backyard, you continued walking as a soft smile broke onto your face at smelling the scent of food wafting through the house, as you all walked inside. Setting the twins down, as they followed after their sister.
“Seems Ma did some redecorating since the last time we saw her.” You softly muttered, and Chris let out a thoughtful hum as you gazed over the living room walking through the large area seeing framed photos sitting along the coffee table and on the walls.
“Added more photos.” He lowly responded, looking out over the familiar phases encased within the photos, and back toward you, as he wrapped an arm softly around your waist.
“Y’all done finally arrived. Thought it was going to take you forever if she was driving.” A playful and warm soft voice came from the kitchen, as you looked toward the kitchen seeing your cousin, Alexis, while she was looking at you both with a soft smile.
A warm smile broke across your lips, going past the threshold to sit the cake down onto the food table, as you softly hugged her and her eagerly returning it. “And how’ve you been?” You lowly asked, as you both pulled away and she simply settled for giving Chris a side hug as he returned it lightly.
“I’ve been alright, kids nearly ‘bout to run me ragged with all those sports of theirs. Hard to keep up with a gymnast, soccer, and track runner. These boys be at practice every other day and night, if not there, out with friends.” Alexis responded, as she lightly crossed her arms while she turned toward you both.
“That sound like the boys.” Chris warmly spoke, as he looked out of the kitchen window seeing the rest of the family that did arrive. Music playing, the scent of food and drinks wafting through the air, and a symphony of the kids yelling and playing.
Seeing a water balloon go flying past one of the younger children, and managing to hit their older teenage cousin, made you all chuckle softly.
“I’ll go make sure the kids are having fun.” Chris lowly muttered to you, leaving a soft lingering kiss on your cheek, as you closed your eyes briefly at the feeling before he went to go walk out the back door.
After hearing the door close behind him, and seeing him step out of hearing range, your cousins voice spoke up in the calm silence. “You know Aunt Lisa been asking bout you and the kids, wondering how you all are.” She turned her gaze back toward you, as you let out a slow breath as your jaw slightly clenched at the mention of your Aunt.
“Same Aunt Lisa that said I shouldn’t have come home after all those years of being gone, especially with my red eyes.” You sarcastically responded even though she could hear a soft hint of annoyance in your voice, as you glanced to her from behind your contacts.
“She was wilding for saying that, but know we don’t feel the same. You’re still the same cousin we know, even if we’re relearning you for the new you.” She softly reassured, as you both turned toward the window to glance toward the family, as you let out a low sigh to release the tension. Hearing about your aunt always did give way to annoyance eventually.
“Forget her for today, unless she show up. We’re here for family, the family that’s here.” She added on, while you both started walking outside to step out into the backyard, hearing ‘Let’s stay together’ beginning to play. Having a soft smile curl onto your lips at seeing familiar yet distant faces, as you went to go grab a drink from the red cooler.
After grabbing a wine cooler from the ice, you opened it with a soft crack coming from the broken seal, as you took a light swig. Glancing out over the yard, with your gaze landing on a few family members.
Your Uncles in a group by the grill, sitting on lawn chairs nursing a beer or a cigarette, and speaking of the latest football games as their loud laughter rang out through the yard, while sitting under a tree in the shade against the warm sun.
Your dad and Chris both standing by the grill, watching the children go about playing with one another with the water balloons and the older kids in the pool, since they went about playing with the beach ball, every so often hitting it out of the pool.
Your mom and aunts settled near the food, softly fanning it with paper plates and covering it back up, after one of your cousins was ‘testing if it was safe’ for you all and giving a nod while you all gave a small chuckle at his actions.
At another table, your cousins were playing spade, as you could hear the usual accusations coming from them that brought a soft giggle from your lips, as you walked over.
“You over here reneging. You know damn well that book was mine.”
“Nawl, you can’t cut spade you cheating motherfu-.” Their words were cut short as one of the children had briefly tripped, and a few of you were holding chuckles and making sure to not look at the baby knowing they would cry if you did.
Eventually the little girl got back up and continued giggling as she ran from getting hit by a water balloon.
“With yo non playing ass.” They finished their sentence a moment later after seeing the kids go by. “Switch to uno.”
And not even long after switching to uno, they were back arguing with you even in the game.
“Bet, bet. So if you wanna drop a draw four and make a train of plus fours, how bout I not draw any?”
“Nawl, you gonna get every last card. Pick up that deck.”
“You ain’t exempt from the rules, pick that shit up and get to playing. Color red.”
“At least there ain’t no more fours.” Alexis muttered, as you gave her a look and her face dropped. “Don’t start that shi-“
Before she could finished, you dropped a blank card and spoke looking over all of them.
“Each of y’all get eight from the deck, get to drawing.”
A brief silence followed as they all turned to you, especially Mike, that just drew sixteen cards, and then pulling an annoyed sounds from each of them as you chuckled.
“You got me fucked up, to hell with that game. Just drew sixteen damn cards.” Mike spoke as he was starting to get up, before Alexis made it worse dropping another blank card and muttering ‘Same deal, but even you drawing this time.’
As you all were going through your chaotic uno game, Chris and your father were still manning the grill along with chuckling softly at a dad joke your dad had made.
Letting out a soft sigh as your old man looked out over the yard at the smiling faces, as he turned to Chris with a gruff smile. “Never imagined we could have you all back in this yard with all those bio- whatever organisms be after y’all. Nice to have you both either the kids back home safe. Vianne would have had a fit later on if you two couldn’t make it.
At the mention of ‘bio weapons’ Chris almost let out a chuckle, despite the light hardening within his eyes, before they softened at seeing Verena tossing the beach ball and hitting one of her cousins on the forehead. “Yeah, I’d imagined that she would. Kids be keeping us on our toes at home, more than the job does when we get breaks.”
A small nod was given from your father as he lowly responded. “You know, Vianne been thinking about getting the kids together for a sleepover tonight. Give y’all a break for tonight, even a small one. Might be time for you all to give more small additions to the family.”
At that, Chris took a moment to process the words, before letting out a laugh that nearly made him drop the tongs fore he caught them, pulling the beer back up to his lips to take a brief swig and respond. “Smooth with that one, yet that would be a conversation for me and the missus.”
“Sides, I remember somebody saying that they ain’t want ‘no more lil hellions running up and down their house’?” He lowly repeated as he raised an eyebrow, while your father key out a soft hum, clearly caught.
“I’m getting old, I don’t remember uttering that, not even a word. Lies and deceit.” He lowly spoke, even though he clearly remembered that conversation after having to change one of the younger children’s diapers after a bad food incident.
The comment managing to pull a low chuckle from Chris, as he had a soft grin on his face and muttered a low, “alright then, if you say so”.
Eventually food was fully off the grill, and children were changed from the wet clothing into dry ones, and food was served. It was slightly quiet outside with only soft chatter and the occasional laugh being heard, as you all were enjoying the peaceful moments with family, knowing this could be a cherished new memory made for you.
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