#christianb

Requested by: Anonymous Wordcount: 1838 Summary: Christian proves time and time again how much he loves you. Song: Perfect by Ed Sheeran

Although you had been married for five years now, Christian kept finding ways to surprise you. He never stopped trying to woo you, although he had put both the engagement and wedding rings upon your finger. When you got home from filming, after a good four months abroad, you had expected to see him sitting on the couch, anticipating your arrival, but that wasn’t what you got. What you had come home to was candlelight from different parts of the house, rose petals strewn down the hallway, and a note upon the table where you often set your keys, hand written with your name on it. You picked it up and read it outloud in a whisper.

It was good advice to never fall in love with your co-workers. For Christian, that was easy. Though he interacted with hundreds of gorgeous women, many of them models or the top actresses, he wasn’t about the high celebrity life. He didn’t care to be seen with the Hollywood ‘it’ girl at the top restaurants. He didn’t care about who he had on his arm at award shows, or what the gossip magazines would say.

Until you.

Granted, you were not a coworker. You weren’t working with him on a movie on either cast or crew. You weren’t a part of the production team or anything close to that.

Instead, you were the person who was interviewing him for some film magazine, but that was close enough to being a co-worker that it made Christian feel a little something in his stomach. A good feeling and a bad feeling. Yin and Yang.

You asked him a question and he foolishly had to ask you to repeat it, so taken in by the sight of your eyes. The curve of your lips as you smiled. The way that you articulated the questions showed intelligence. The clothes you wore emphasized your personality.

God, he was smitten. Now if only there was a way to turn this interview around onto you.

You would have loved to see what your boyfriend was sighing contently at, but unfortunately, he had tied a black blindfold over your eyes, rendering your vision useless. You could use your other senses though, but it wasn’t much help. All you could hear were birds, and Christian. You smelt something sweet, floral. The sun was beating down on your exposed arms and face. “Can I take this off now?” You asked, growing frustrated. You really could be anywhere.

“Almost,” He said. His fingers were lightly circled around your wrist, bringing you on this grand adventure. “Step carefully.”

Something kept brushing by your sides. It felt like foliage of some sort. The ground beneath your shoes felt squishy, like dirt. You weren’t on a road anymore, you could tell that much.

“Come on, please?” You pleaded, pouting because at the very least, he could see your lips. He laughed, a wonderful sound on any other occasion but you were growing a bit nervous.

“Okay, let me help you. Close your eyes so you can get adjusted to the light slowly.” He let go of your wrist and deftly untied the sash behind you.  You did as instructed, and once the blindfold was gone, you were struck with the bright red of your inner eyelids. Blinking slowly, you opened your eyes and thought for a moment that he had taken you to the sun itself, it was so bright.

After adjusting a little more, however, you saw that you were not on the sun, but the closest place to. A large sunflower field that he had taken you into so you were surrounded by the beautiful flowers that you loved so much. It was a sight to behold. “Wow,” You said, trying to catch your breath. “How did you find this place?”

“A lot of research,” He admitted, putting his arms around you from behind and laid a big ol’ kiss on your cheek. “Do you like it?”

“I want to live here,” You said, making him chuckle against your ear.

This was big.

The plus sign was on the first pregnancy test. The pink line was on the second. The word ‘Pregnant’ was on the third. There was no point in going to the Doctor to get a conclusive test, since this and your symptoms were proof enough. And the memory of your nights with Christian during which you hadn’t exactly been the most careful.

You had them spread out, on top of a towel, on the bathroom sink. You were nervous to tell Christian and decided to let him look at them for himself, so he would know this wasn’t a joke.

“Babe, can you come here for a second?” You called out to your boyfriend. It didn’t take him long to come to you, considering he had been taking care of you while he thought you had the ‘flu’. Now, in front of his eyes, was the proof that it wasn’t something seasonal.

“You’re pregnant?” He asked, after looking at each test carefully. “But we...”

“There was a couple of times when we didn’t,” You reminded him. In the heat of the moment, a rubber wasn’t always considered. “I haven’t seen a Doctor yet but I’d say this is pretty conclusive.”

“I’ll make the appointment,” He said, more excited than you thought he would be. “We need to get you on vitamins as soon as possible! We want you and the baby to be healthy.”

“Really?” You said, eyes wide as he didn’t even consider any other options. You thought with his career, he might seek adoption, so as not to get distracted.

“Obviously. I told you, I’ll take care of you. That means this baby too.”

This wasn’t where Christian had thought you would be on your night off. But then again, where else would you have gone if you weren’t in your hotel room, other than the hotel bar? It was a Friday night, so there were quite a few people in there, enough where Christian felt like he could blend in with the crowd. That was a definite asset tonight. Mainly because he was sitting at a table, by himself, watching you like a hawk.

You were with one of the other assistants, he didn’t know whose, and having more than a couple of cocktails. It was interesting to watch you let yourself go, to not be the conservative and formal person that you were while he was around. It was like getting to know the real you - and he was liking what he was seeing. That was - until - you hopped up on the table that you were at and started to shake your hips in a rather hypnotizing dance.

A few men around the bar started whistling, which immediately set him into action. Abandoning his drink, and anonymity, he approached you and cleared his throat. You turned to look at him, and he expected a look of horror at what you were doing in front of your boss. But no, you just took his hand and tried to invite him to dance with you. He declined with a red face, but continued to hold your hand and bring you back down onto the ground.

“Why won’t you dance with me?” You asked, using a pout that he had never seen you do. It was incredibly adorable. He found it hard to resist.

“You’re going to have a hangover tomorrow, and I can’t have my best being less than their best,” He said, stumbling over his words. You laughed, and put your arms around his neck.

“I’ll always be my best for you, you know that.” You purred. “Haven’t you noticed how much I’ve been trying to impress you? I like - I love you.” At your words, the friend you were with whistled in excitement, even following it up with a ‘You tell him!’

“Let’s get you some water, and to your own room, shall we?” Christian said. He was looking forward to tomorrow’s conversation about this, and hoped to the bottom of his heart that it was not just drunk rambling. He’d never take advantage of you while you were like this, but all he wanted to do right now was kiss you.

Christian could not believe his ears. This was what he had been waiting for, needing, for the last couple of months. A sign that you were interested would have been enough but a confession of love? If only he could get his heart under control. He may have worked with some of the most beautiful, and most famous, faces in Hollywood but he never gave them a second glance, not after you had come into his life as an assistant.

And here you were, pouring your heart out to him. And to top it all off, you lightly kissed the corner of his lips.

“Well?” You said, after your declaration. “What do you think?”

“I - I -” Christian stuttered. It was hard to get himself to breathe normally. His mind raced with ideas of the future for the two of you, just as they had every day since he realized he had feelings for you that were beyond professional. He could feel the warmth of where you had kissed him. He was about to tell you that he had felt the same, always had, but to his immeasurable shock, you started to laugh.

“I’m so sorry,” You said, wiping your forehead of little sweat droplets. You were looking quite nervous now. “I got a little carried away. I wanted to surprise you with what I put together for the audition. Did you like it? Was I convincing?”

“Audition?” He asked, that word striking a chord.

“I told you about it, remember? I got a chance to audition for a new Netflix romcom. So what did you think? Am I a convincing actress?”

He licked his lips, and turned to look in a different direction. “Ahh - yes, very good. Excuse me,” He left you to walk out of the dressing room, where one of the producers was waiting for him. His heart felt like it had sunk so low, it was tangled in his socks, but he could not yet muster up the courage to tell you that it had been very real to him.

TikTok had become one of your best friends while you were being a stay-at-home mom to your two kids. Christian kept working, but he was taking entire years off to stay with you and the kids. You both could live off the money he made from Batman alone, but acting was a passion to him, not just a paycheck.

There was a new challenge out and you were eager to try it out. The ‘I feel like you could have been nicer to me’ challenge. This was going to be entertaining.

Christian was sitting at the dinner table, going over some scripts that he was sent. He looked a little stressed, the wrinkles showing between his brows. Must be slim pickings.

“Christian?” You said, phone tucked into the pocket of your shirt, camera facing him. “I just feel like...” You leaned against the wall in the entry to the dining room. “You could have been a little nicer to me today.”

His head shot up at that, and the wrinkle grew bigger. “What do you mean?” He asked, looking distressed. You shrugged.

“I don’t know, you just could have been nicer.”

He was quiet for a couple of seconds. You could see him running through the day in his head. He then sighed. “You’re right, of course. Why don’t we all go for out for dinner?”