When lunch ended, the three of you walked down the street to the car, hoping to get back to the hotel in time to take a nap before you went over to Scott’s for a small family gathering. You looked ahead and saw a small shop that sold clothes and thought why not stop in just to see what they had.

“Let’s go in here real quick.” You quickly detoured in without waiting for a response from Chris. You walked through the racks and found a couple of tops you wanted to purchase. Chris had set Ryland down and was keeping her entertained while also letting you know his opinion on the clothes you were looking at.

“Daddy look!” Your three year old said getting both of your attention as she ran away from the two of you.

“Ryland.” Chris’s dad voice came out as he chased her through the store. Ryland had stopped in front of a wall of socks.

“Unicorn,” Ryland pointed and looked up at her dad. Chris nodded and then picked her up to walk back towards you. “No! Unicorn!” She yelled getting upset.

Chris sighed as he walked back towards to the socks and let her look at each pair. She grabbed the unicorn socks and asked, “Can I have them?”

“Baby, these are for grownups. They won’t fit you.” Chris watched as the happiness left her face and tears gathered in her eyes. He always gave in some quickly because he never wanted his baby girl to cry. He sometimes regretted it but he didn’t care at that moment. “But let’s get the right size and Daddy can wear them. Would that be okay?”

She smiled and nodded her head before handing Chris the socks she had picked up. Funny enough they were his size. He smiled at her and walked back towards you.

“Find anything you want?” You asked as you headed towards the counter to checkout.

“Got me some new socks that our little stinker picked out.” He held them up for you to see as Ryland cheesed for her parents. You both laughed at her cuteness. “They didn’t have her size so I got me some.”

“We have children sizes in that pair if you are interested.” The young woman at the counter said. Chris nodded his head and followed her to the kids section he had overlooked. As the young woman head back towards you, Chris let Ryland help pick out her size before following.

“Now we can match.” Ryland smiled at her dad. Proud that they would be matching.

The next day, Chris had a panel in the late morning before he has lunch and prepares for the premiere. Chris’s team arrived at 8am to the suite to help him get dressed and ready. Chris’s stylist had laid out his mint green outfit with some light grey socks.

When no one was looking Ryland had laid the unicorn socks on his outfit. She was wearing hers with some jean shorts and a mint green shirt. She told you she had to change shirts once she saw what Chris would be wearing for the afternoon.

Chris went to the bedroom to put on his outfit and gave a small laugh when he saw the unicorn socks on top of the gray ones. He knew exactly what pair of socks were picked out to go with the outfit but decided against it to make his daughter happy.

When he walked out, Ryland ran to him, “Daddy! Daddy! We are matching!” Chris smiled as he picked her up and kissed her cheek.

“We sure are you goofy goober. Maybe if you ask nicely, momma will take a photo of us.”

“Momma, will you pease take a picture of me and Daddy?” She said giving you her best puppy dog eyes.

“Anything for my two favorite people.” You grabbed your phone and quickly took a few photos. Your favorite being Ryland kissing her Daddy on the cheek.

“I gotta get going baby, but when I get back, we can order all the room service you want and watch The Fox and the Hound. Sound good?” Ryland nodded before she was set down and ran to play with her forgotten toys.

“I’ll be back. I love you.” He whispered against your lips before kissing you.

“Love you too.”

A couple hours later, you were scrolling through Twitter and saw a video from the panel Chris was at. The caption saying, “Want to know why Chris is rocking some bright, awesome socks today?”

You clicked the video and the sound of your husband’s voice caught your daughter’s attention.

“Is that Daddy? I see?” She ran over and watched the video with you.

“My socks are pretty rockin’ aren’t they?” He said as he lifted his pant leg a little and looked at them. “My daughter actually picked them out. We thought they only had adult sizes at first, so we were just going to get them for me, but we were then led to the kid’s section and found her a pair as well.” Chris laughed as he told the story from the day before. “We are actually matching today. She has hers on and she’s even wearing a mint green shirt. She’s my little mini me and I couldn’t be more proud. I love her so much.”

“I love daddy.” Ryland said as she laid her head gently on your shoulder looking at her father with so much love.

After Ryland watched the video a couple of times, she went back to playing with her toys before she heard the door. You quickly grabbed your phone to video their greeting. She ran to Chris and he picked her up to give her a big kiss on the cheek. She grabbed his face in both hands and with a serious look that was filled with love, she said, “daddy. I love you so much.” And then she kissed his nose.

Chris smiled at her. You could see the tears of joy build in his eyes.

“I love you so much baby girl.” He kissed her nose back. “Thank you for matching with me today. We will have to do it again sometime.”

“We should match all the time.” Ryland’s mood changed to excitement and you and Chris couldn’t help but laugh as her sass came out a little bit. You ended the video, grateful you had captured that moment, and stood up to go greet Chris.

my character list

👑Chris Evans

🦸‍♂️Steve Rogers

🪓Curtis Everett

🔥 Jonhy Storm

👨‍💻Jake Jensen

🔪Ransom Drysdale

🍨Robert Pronge

👮‍♂️ Paul Diskant

👨‍⚖️Andy Barber

🌅Ari Levinson

🚢Frank Adler

Harsh knocks broke us out of our bubble, startling her as she sat up suddenly, and I groaned at the unwanted intrusion.

“Who is it?” I asked, not remembering this wasn’t even my room in the first place. If I had wanted to keep this on the down-low from my family, it was all destroyed at this very second.

“It’s Scott,” my brother immediately answered, not sounding in the slightest surprised by my voice being the one to greet him. “You don’t have to come open it, just make sure to check your phone as soon as possible.”

Frowning, I immediately reached for the bedside table before realizing the device was probably in the pocket of my abandoned pants, but she already had hers in her hand, the other one covering her mouth in shock as she read over something.

“What is it?” I questioned, heart immediately pumping in anxiety, and when she hesitated, looking from me to the phone before offering it to me with trembling hands, I already knew whatever peace I’d known a few seconds ago had already been destroyed.

Chris Evans and Y/N Y/L/N seen in intimate date in Disneyland

Singer is accompanying him in his annual family trip to Orlando

Could it be that this Hollywood actor is finally ready to settle down?

Realistically, I knew this was the inevitable outcome of this. This is where we were headed, and I was comfortable enough to say that I was hoping for it, praying that she’d stick around for long enough so we could get to this phase of our relationship.

But not like this. Not even before a second date.

“Fuck!” I groaned, throwing the device in bed as I covered my face with my hands, palms pressing on my eyes as I tried to think. I knew my publicist must have been trying to get a hold of me and I knew I had to deal with that sooner or later, but right now, I was still getting over one of the highest highs I’d ever felt in my life and to have been hit like this after it felt like a low I wasn’t prepared to live through.

“I can’t believe this shit,” I groaned, getting out of bed to dress myself up in a rush. “I fucking hate this shit.” I was so occupied mumbling to myself that I didn’t notice her lack of reaction until she called to me from the bed.

“Chris.” Looking up, I found her sitting peacefully, still completely naked, and for whatever reason, the sight unnerved me. Here I was, heart pumping, palms sweaty, mind racing and she was just… sitting there? Like there was nothing wrong happening?

“How can you be so fucking calm?” I yelled, instantly knowing I was letting it all out on the wrong person, but I just needed to get it out. “Don’t you get it? The entire world already thinks we’re on our way to getting married by now. Aren’t you even the slightest concerned about it?”

Her frown made me tremble in anger. She still looked too poised, too fucking calm for the weight of the situation.

“What’s the matter?” She had the nerve to inquire. “They would find out eventually. Let them think we’re further down the line then we really are, who cares. We’re the only two people who need to know what’s really going on between us.”

“They weren’t even supposed to know we were dating, Y/N!” I had the distinct impression the walls trembled at the tone my voice reached, even though I realistically knew it was impossible. What wasn’t impossible was how she trembled, and I knew it because I saw it. I saw it and it still wasn’t enough to get me out of this horrific mindset that was destined to destroy me.

“So wait,” she asked, now finally getting out of bed and quickly reaching for her robe so she could cover herself up with it. “So you wanted a date but you didn’t want it to be known it was a date?”

Huffing, I threw my hands in the air as I reminded her, “it was a fucking first date, for fuck’s sake! I didn’t get down on one knee and propose, did I? For all we know - for all we can expect - this whole thing can go up in flames at any second. Am I a monster for not wanting people to know about it when I knew it would most likely never work out?”

It was the silence that followed that sobered me up, forcing me to realize that whatever words fell out of my lips right then were only really the result of my worst fears and most terrible nightmares.

Only I’d made them all true, by acting the way I did.

“Yes, I know it was a first date,” she at last cut through the silence, but the fact that her voice remained calm and collected only made the contrast between our behaviors that much more evident. “It was a first date in the middle of fucking Disneyland, where you invited me to come with your entire family! What the hell were you expecting?”

I didn’t know. I didn’t know what I was expecting, and as I massaged my temples in the hopes of making this all go away, I realized I was still clinging to the hopes of this still somehow ending up in my favor.

“I didn’t want to stand in your way,” I admitted, crossing my arm over my body to put one other barrier between us because although Chris had seen me naked many times, the fact that I was only wearing a thin layer of silk was making me uncomfortable right then.

“Stand in my way? What the hell are you talking about?” He frowned, honestly looking so confused that for a second, I was confused too.

“Chris, you looked about ready to devour that girl in the club.” His eyebrows shot up at that, a laugh of shock escaping him.

“Are you crazy? I only wanted to be with you tonight!” It was my turn to frown, not at all catching onto what was going on between us.

“Look, it’s okay,” I insisted. “You’re a free man, Chris. Go enjoy your evening, okay?”

“I was enjoying my evening!” He countered, “I planned a whole damn date and I thought it was going pretty well, if I do say so myself, until my date decided to run away.”

I blinked a couple of times, silence falling in the room at my inability to process what he’d said. “A… date?” I confirmed it, and when he nodded, jaw clenched like it was obvious, I realized how stupid I had been.

“I didn’t realize,” I rushed to apologize, so stressed about screwing his plans for the evening that I didn’t even stopped to realize that the prospect of being on an actual romantic date with another man didn’t make me hurl like I had grown accustomed to for the longest time.  “I’m so sorry, I-”

“That’s okay,” he assured me, arms dropping by the sides of his body at my clear signs of distress, a cute, boyish smile on his face as he offered, “Would you just come back? I kinda think I can still turn this around and maybe get lucky tonight.”

I chuckled from behind the hands I was using to cover my face, still mortified at the entire situation - my inability to realize what he had done, my rush to misinterpret the evening, when suddenly it hit me.

“Why don’t we just stay here?” I offered, peering up at him from between my fingers. “I have a feeling I can make you feel pretty lucky, if you’re feeling like it…” His mouth fell open, clearly surprised at this turn of events, and I couldn’t help but laugh as I slowly undressed myself and approached him, hands immediately slipping under his shirt to help him take it off.

I’d worry about this in the morning. I’d worry about all of this in the morning. Right now, all I could think about was how sweet it was that he had actually planned this entire evening, and how wet it made me to revisit all of the memories we’d just created through his eyes, knowing what he knew and I was forcing myself to ignore.

I wanted him.

“Come here,” he sat on my bed and I promptly climbed on his lap, getting lost in his kiss just like his fingers got lost in my hair as he dipped my head back to accept his tongue. “God, I missed this,” he moaned, and all I could do was smile against his skin, hips instinctively rolling against the very hard boner I felt right over where I was aching for him.

“Such a good girl for me,” he whispered as I mewled over him, before he had enough of it and very easily inverted our positions so I was spread out on the bed, only to turn me around again and force me on my stomach. “I’m gonna take you just like this…”

I didn’t protest it. I couldn’t do much more than moan as he opted to go with his tongue instead of his cock as I was expecting, eating me out from behind while his hands grabbed at my ass, spreading it for his eyes to take in.

And then his mouth followed and he was licking my other hole while I choked on a sound that was something between a gasp and a whimper, hands curling into fists and hips out of control as I rolled them back to meet his tongue.

I’d never felt this before. I never expected it to be so good. And the way he hummed against my ass like he was tasting some sort of delicacy? I thought I would cum right then and there, empty and clenching around absolutely nothing, while his fingers bruised my cheeks and he lapped at my puckered hole.

“Fuck, Chris…” I begged, unable to handle being without him for any second longer. “Get inside me, please…” He didn’t make me wait anymore. Although he still lingered some more, licking and sucking and making me whimper, it was only seconds later until I felt his deliciously thick cock enter me from behind, spearing me open, stretching me in that way that had me close to cumming almost immediately.

“Yeah, baby, fuck…” He groaned from behind me, adding to my arousal. “Let me take care of you, darling. I’ll take such good care of you, I promise.” Tears rose to my eyes at his words because God, it had been so long. It had been too long since I had someone offering to take care of me, and even if it was in this context - even if it was only to give me bliss, I’d accept it easily.

I just wanted to let go and so, I did.

“Aren’t the parks closed by now?” I questioned, and when he chuckled I was suddenly reminded of the type of universe I lived in now. “Oh, right,” I joined in on his laughter. “We’re rich and famous. Rules don’t apply to us.”

Even though I was exaggerating, it was clear that it was still somewhat true. Especially since it was now Chris’s turn to look me up and down before he nodded towards my suitcase.

“Go on then. Put on a pretty dress. Let me be your guide for the night.” Even though I rolled my eyes at his offer - he’d been my guide ever since we set foot on this town - I couldn’t help the flurry of butterflies that swarmed around my stomach. There was something exciting about tonight. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but I was willing to figure out what it was and throw myself in the arms of adventure.

“Give me a minute.” By the time I got out of the room clad in a “pretty dress”, the different mood of the evening had definitely settled over my shoulders, warming me up from the inside as I grinned widely at the man who was looking me up and down like he couldn’t quite take in the sight of me.

“Isn’t that the dress you were wearing the night we met?” He asked, and I froze, defenses tumbling down in a second, because I couldn’t remember. But apparently, Chris did.

“You look perfect, darling.” Perfect. Not sexy, not hot. No I-want-to-rip-off-that-dress, no let’s-skip-the-evening, stay-in-instead.

Perfect.

I was surprised by how much the word got to me.

“C’mon, let’s go.” He tugged on my hand and once more, didn’t let go of it until we were in the park, in a very well-secluded restaurant in the park, I should say. “I figured you didn’t know about this,” he smiled, nodding at the maitre as he greeted us welcome.

The restaurant was deserted, safe for a table that was set for two, and that’s where he guided me, a hand over my lower back that made those damn butterflies flap their wings everywhere.

Goddamn. He wasn’t making this any easier on me.

“Chris…” I started once the waiter had left us, after getting our orders. “What’s all this?” I knew he understood what I said. This looked too much, felt too much like a date. But the second he smiled and looked up at me from under his eyelashes, I knew I wasn’t getting anywhere with my questions.

“This is a very exclusive restaurant,” he informed me. “Not everyone can come in here. But we can, so I made reservations for the two of us.” He got distracted by the napkin, placing it over his lap before continuing, “Sorry my mom couldn’t come. I know you wanted to be here with her.”

And there it was. Just like that, the mood was lightened up, and I was able to enjoy our meal without impertinent worries taking away from our evening. It was all around a lovely experience, and I was grateful he had invited me to come with him tonight because otherwise, I truly wouldn’t have known about this.

“How are you feeling?” He asked once we were out of the restaurant. “Are you tired? Or are you up for one other surprise?” Tilting my head, I considered his words. I’d already been pleasantly surprised tonight, and I doubted anything could take away from my enjoyment of the evening, so what evil could come from entertaining him for a little longer?

“I’m all yours, Mr. Evans. Do as you must,” I joked, offering him my hand, but he took advantage of it to pull me close until our chests were pressed tightly together and there it was again - that feeling that no rollercoaster could really reenact.

“Careful, honey…” He warned, “You’re giving me too much power. What if I tear off our clothes and fuck you right here, in the middle of fucking Disney world?” My breath hitched, hypnotized by the way his eyes had darkened as he said those words. And still, I couldn’t help but admonish, “Chris! You can’t say bad words in Disney!”

He snorted, breaking away from the intensity of the moment as he shook his head, amused at my reaction. “You literally went skinny dipping a few nights ago and you’re worried about me saying the word fucking?”

Grinning, I accepted his arm as he started to guide us further into the park. “Well, that and the fact that you pretty much threatened to partake into an act of public indecency that would most likely get us banned for life from Disney world.”

But he snorted, like the very idea was ridiculous. “You’re a princess and I’m a superhero. They’re never getting rid of us. I’m gonna bring my kids here until the day I die, you’ll see.” The sureness of his tone got to me, as images of a miniature Chris that looked too much like Miles took over my imagination, making me bite my lip.

I wasn’t sure how I felt about it.

“We’re here.” The ‘here’ he was referring to turned out to be a club, surprisingly full of people once we made our way into it.

“It sounds like they’re trying to drill the song into my very soul,” I had to scream for him to hear me, but all I got was a chuckle.

“Well, not everyone can be as talented as you,” he approached me so he could speak right over my ear, and I couldn’t deny the way it made goosebumps erupt all over my skin, a silly smile painting my lips at it. “Do you want something to drink?”

Well, if I was going to survive this, might as well.

“Yes, please!” He directed me to a seat while he ventured off in the direction of the bar, and I stayed there, people watching. It looked like an animated crowd, too bad the club-scene wasn’t really my style.

I waited for what felt like an hour - but had probably been around fifteen minutes - until my anxiety (paired with the overwhelming combination of noise and deafening music) got to me and I just had to leave my seat to go look for him.

“Excuse me, where’s the bar?” I asked a security guard who then pointed me in the direction of a secluded area, and I sighed in relief when I realized the music would probably be subdued over there.

He was right by the bar when I walked through the doors, but he wasn’t alone, like I expected him to be, perhaps naively. His entire body weight was leaning on the bar as he listened to a pretty blond talk a bit too close to him, but then again, it was pretty loud in the club, even inside this bar area.

I wanted to make a quick escape, but he took notice of my figure hanging by the door. “Oh, Y/N, come here!” He waved me over. “Meet Olivia, I hadn’t seen her in a while. Liv, this is my friend, Y/N!”

I was terrified with the weight the word hit me, like a bucket of ice water, or a knife that plunged right through my heart. Friend. He wasn’t wrong about it, then why did I feel so awful to hear it?

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” I smiled, and I stood over there just the appropriate amount of time to make sure Olivia was indeed putting the moves on Chris and he wasn’t stopping her.

Why would he? She looked… perfect.

It was full and bright, particularly beautiful contrasting against the black sky, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her. “You’re prettier,” I confessed, only to ear an eye roll from her.

I wonder if we were getting closer to the day she’d actually believe what I told her.

I watched her get closer and closer until she was close enough for me to touch, but before I could reach out and pull her into my arms, she swiped my beer and sat on the other recliner, grinning at me.

“Hey!” I jokingly complained, only to earn a stuck out tongue from her.

“Sharing is caring,” she lectured me. “And if I remember correctly, you’ve done the same to me in our trip to the mountains. I didn’t mind sharing with you then, so you can’t act all grumpy about it now.”

I smiled at the memory. Sure, perhaps I should consider that trip one of the worst experiences of my life. Lord knows that car ride home was brutal. But all I could feel whenever I reflected back on it was warmth - and perhaps a healthy amount of arousal, considering how fantastic the sex had been between us back there.

“Hey,” she caught my attention, nodding towards the pool. “Do you want to go take a swim?” Frowning, I reached for my beer as I tried to understand what she was asking me.

“You told me you didn’t pack a bikini…” But when she wiggled her eyebrows, her face sporting the most mischievous of smirks, I immediately caught on to what she was implying. “Oh, come on…” I moaned as she got up from the chair and easily pulled her dress over her head, discarding her underwear along the way before she turned around and offered me a hand.

“Well, you can’t be the only tease around here,” she winked. “You coming?” Swallowing around a dry throat, despite the considerable amount of liquid I’d ingested since the rest of my family had called it a night, I took in her state of undress, already feeling my member hardening inside my shorts.

“Fuck, you look so good,” I commented, earning another eye roll. “Okay, okay,” I relented, getting up and discarding my own clothes before accepting her hand. “But if we get caught, this is all your fault,” I reminded her, cherishing the giggle she let out and the fact that I was the reason for it.

“Whatever you say, Evans… Whatever you say!”

Y/N’s P.O.V.

The next morning found us a bit more tired than we probably should have been, considering the very hyper kids who wanted our company everywhere, all the time, but I couldn’t stop smiling. I adored Chris’s family, and the way they welcomed me so easily.

“There you go, babe.” He drizzled maple syrup over my pancakes and I smiled gratefully at him, occupied with helping Miles cut his food when his mother said the words that froze me.

“Why aren’t you two dating?” Chris and I look at each other like two deers caught in headlights, not knowing what to say. “Seriously, Chris. She’s everything you could want in a wife.”

At the title that once belonged to me, I cleared my throat, flinching at the sound of my own fork falling on the plate. “Excuse me,” I forced a smile, needing to get some fresh air before I started to bawl my eyes out in the middle of the breakfast table.

Hugging myself, I looked into the distance as I tried to coach my own breathing to remain deep. I could do this. I could totally do this. Fuck, I thought I was over this. A few tears escaped the corners of my eyes as I thought back on the happiness I used to know. I wasn’t sad anymore, I wasn’t sad at all, but it was different before. I wasn’t alone, I belonged to someone, and that someone belonged to me.

“You okay?” Chris’s voice broke me out of my own thoughts, and I made sure to wipe away whatever traces of my minor breakdown still visible before I turned around to face him.

“Yeah. Sorry about that,” I cringed at my own behavior, but was immediately caught of guard by how he was the one to shake his head, arms extended to me as he said, “No, no, no! I am the one who’s sorry. Fuck, ma should know better. Hell, she does know better, she just can’t help it…”

It was my turn to shake my head and reach out to meet him in the middle, allowing him to wrap his arms around me as I relished in the feeling of his strong chest against my cheek. “I know what she meant. She meant well, she obviously only wants what’s best for you… and well, look at me.”

My silly joke had the effect I was hoping it would achieve. It instantly melted away the awkwardness, leaving only the comfortable and familiar sense of… camaraderie that we had between us.

“Yeah,” he agreed once his laugh subsided, clearing his throat and settling his eyes on me. They looked warm and held a peculiar softness on them. “You truly are the best.” We were still grinning at each other like two silly teenagers when his brother interrupted us.

“Hey, you two, lovebirds. It’s time to hit the parks, let’s go.” I let him hold my hand as we joined the group, only because whenever our eyes would meet, he’d squeeze it and my heart would skip a beat.

Lisa looked panicked suddenly, almost as if she only now realized I was staring back at her. I didn’t hear her say no, but I did see her shake her head and turn around, reach for Chris’s shirt almost like she intended to drag him away from me, and I had to stifle my own laugh.

“Hi, ma’am! I take it Chris didn’t warn you I’d be joining your family on the trip.” The way she froze was hilarious and I could see from the corner of my eyes that a man I recognized as Chris’s brother, Scott, was now filming the entire interaction, so I tried to make sure not to make her feel embarrassed by controlling my own reactions.

“No, he didn’t…” She acknowledged in the coldest tone someone could possibly utter, and I saw Chris’s smile drop on the spot. Now, that earned him a few chuckles. “But oh my God! I can’t believe you’re really here!”

The difference in her voice was like night and day. She suddenly spoke in a much more shrill, even louder tone and I instinctively flinched but then snapped out of it when she threw herself at me, arms trapping me in the sweetest, albeit most suffocating hug I had ever experienced.

“Oh, you have no idea how much I love you! I am such a huge fan!” I smiled, letting go of my own suitcase to wrap my arms around her too. “I’ve followed your work since the very beginning, I showed the video of you singing in your husband’s funeral to everyone I knew-”

She abruptly stopped, letting go of me to check my face for any expression of grievance, I imagined. “I’m so sorry, I…” But I immediately shook my head, raising a head to signal her that it was okay.

“It’s been almost three years,” I found myself repeating the familiar words I’d spoken countless times. “I’ve moved on.”

I think it was the first time I meant it.

I could feel Chris’s gaze on me. I knew he must have felt the weight of my words. In one way or another, he was the confirmation that I had, in fact, moved on, and he had a pretty great hand at making it happen.

Of course, his mother couldn’t know that. So I tried to shake away the awkwardness by offering her a smile. “You know, I’m a huge fan of your work, too.” I winked, knowing she wouldn’t get what I was hinting at.

“What do you mean?” Looking up, I turned to meet Chris’s eyes and then looked to check and see if Scott was watching me too.

“Well, look what wonderful sons you’ve raised! I haven’t met the girls but I’m sure they’re just as nice.” And just like that, I was in with the family. I had always had a special talent at making those older than me become captivated, and I was always my friends’s parents favorite whenever I was around.

“Shanna! Carly! Come meet Y/N!” I hugged the girls as they were introduced to me, but took particular joy in meeting the little people that would be with us during the trip. “These are my grandchildren,” Lisa introduced them to me, and I immediately dropped to their eye-level so I could greet them properly.

“Hey, I’m Y/N!” The boy, Miles, looked at me with curious eyes, but his sister immediately threw herself in my arms, making me chuckle. God, I loved kids. “I’m excited to go to Disney with you guys. I’ve never been there before.”

It took him a little while, but eventually Miles let me know what was going through his head. “You sound like the princess in that movie!” My eyes lit up, unbelieving that he had recognized me.

“Yes! That’s me,” I laughed, opening my arms again when he joined his sister in my embrace.

“Okay, I’m starting to get jealous, so I think it’s time we get this train on the road.” A warm hand clasped my shoulder, breaking me from my little bubble of adoration. Looking up, I found Chris staring down at us, a pout on his lips to guilt the kids into leaving me for him, but I could see the softness in his eyes.

“You’re really good with them,” he nodded in their direction once they ran away screaming in excitement, towards their parents. We were at the end of the group, walking side-by-side, close enough that we could talk lowly without anyone hearing it.

“What can I say?” I shrugged, faking boastfulness. “You’re known for loving dogs, I’m famous for loving kids.” I didn’t turn to check on how he received my jest, but then I was forced to look him in the eye because his hand grabbed my forearm, turning me around to face him.

I realized what he was planning to do early enough to stop him.

“Chris, no!” I hissed, checking to see if someone had noticed him very clearly leaning down to steal a kiss. “We’re in a public environment, with your family, nonetheless. There’s no way we can get away with it.”

The man had the audacity to pout, peering up at me from under those ridiculously long eyelashes of his, like I was committing a fucking crime. “Behave yourself,” I whisper-yelled, trying very hard not to laugh at him. “Can’t believe the biggest child of the group is you, for heaven’s sake!”

His chuckled warmed me to the core, and it didn’t take long for us to embark on the plane with our little group making a lot of noise. If Chris ever intended to take a seat next to me, that opportunity was stolen long before he could have voiced it.

“Over here!” His mother waved me over, pointing at the seat right next to her, and with a smile I assumed the spot she left me. We made idle chit chat as the plane took off, but before long she fell asleep, leaving me to finally unpack the book I’d brought for this precise reason.

I’d just opened up the first chapter when a napkin was dropped on my book.

“You look hot,” read the little paper, and I had to bite my lip not to giggle at his behavior. “Chris, I’m literally wearing the baggiest clothes I could find so I could be comfortable on this flight,” I turned to the side so I could whisper in his direction and still have him hear me, but he just nodded.

“Hot,” he repeated, like that was a whole statement to counter my argument in itself. I rolled my eyes, ignoring him as I reopened my book right where his napkin had saved my spot.

But I made sure to keep it there, so there was no way I would lose it.

Chris’s P.O.V.

“Did you seriously just slap my ass?” She admonished me, but all I could do was chuckle at her pretend angry expression. It was beyond adorable, as was her entire behavior ever since we landed in Orlando.

She looked like a little kid, staring with wide eyes and an open mouth at every little thing in the parks, and even the actual kids weren’t as excited as her. Granted, they’d all been here before.

It was incredible to be able to witness her experiencing this for the first time. I knew I’d made the right call right when a tear rolled down her cheek upon seeing Cinderella’s castle.

“It’s not like I haven’t done much filthier things to you before…” I taunted, leaning closer so I could tease her without anyone hearing me. “I’ve been thinking, would you let me fuck you there?”

She whipped around in a flash, but I was quick enough to catch her wrist before the slap was placed on my chest. “Would you stop it?” She asked, very clearly mortified at my choice of subject to chat while we made our way back to the hotel, and although I shook my head, I accepted her wishes at last.