#dad chris

summary- you, matt, and chris go to a bruins game with the kids

warnings- none i don’t think!

girl dad!matt and boy dad!chris

a/n: i tried so hard to write this well and im still not sure if im satisfied, but i hope u enjoy!! kinda short but i think after this weeks podcast we all need a bit of fluff lol

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“it’s ridiculous that you always wear my clothes better than i do.” matt speaks, interrupting you as you stare at yourself in the full-length mirror.

you’re in one of his many bruins sweatshirts, which is a little too big for you so you have one side tucked into the pocket of your jeans.

you pad over to give him a quick kiss, hand pressed to his chest. “you still look very handsome.”

“thank you, babe.” he gives you a tiny pat on the ass, which still to this day makes your cheeks ignite.

your daughter, eve, comes flying around the corner into your bedroom moments later, almost running right into her dad. she’s all dressed up for the occasion too, clad in her mini bruins jersey.

“woah, slow it down there partner.” he scoops her up into his arms easily, and her eruption of laughter makes you smile.

“can we go now?” eve says through giggles.

“you don’t want to wait for uncle chris and parker?” you ask knowingly, and she sighs, leaning her small head against matt’s chin.

“i guess.”

as if on que, there’s a loud pounding on the front door, and you hear it open. eve’s face lights up, and she claps her hands together in excitement.

“they’re here, they’re here!”

“we’re here evie!” chris calls back, and the smile is clear in his voice.

matt sets your daughter down so she can run for the stairs, the both of you following closely behind her.

parker is hiding behind chris’s legs, one hand grabbing onto his dad’s black cargos for safety. the second eve comes rushing toward him, though, he opens right up as always.

they hold each other tightly for a second as you finally reach the bottom of the grand staircase, which gives you time to pull chris into a quick embrace too.

“good to see you, as always.” you grin, and he matches your expression.

“i can never turn down some family time.”

matt chuckles a little, clapping his brother on the back as they hug next. “you just want an excuse for me to drive so you can get a drink.”

“well, i can’t turn that down either.” chris jokes back.

“alright, who’s ready for some hockey?” you ask, mainly to eve and parker, who both bounce around with each other happily.

“me!”

“me too!”

you herd everyone into the car and get the kids situated in their respective booster seats beside chris. there’s always an extra in your vehicle, just in case parker is around, which is often.

you love the little guy. he really is like a mini version of his dad, and chris’s wife is gorgeous too, which also shows in his face. you were so upset when you found out she was sick, but she insisted you guys needed to go enjoy without her, so here you are.

most of the drive to the garden is spent singing along to the radio and keeping eve and parker in check. as cute as they are together as cousins, they’re also trouble. to be fair, they’re only three, so it’s in their nature.

you used to think that eve got her rebel streak from her father, but matt insisted it’s a trait that came from you. as the time went on, you realized that she’s definitely inherited it from your side of the family.

thinking about it makes you grin a little bit to yourself. she’s definitely equal parts of you and matt.

eve’s voice interrupts your thoughts, almost like she knew what was going on in your brain.

“are we there mommy?”

“almost, i promise.”

“pinky?” parker chimes in next.

“oh, of course.” you fully lean across the center console so you can extend your pinky finger to him.

he loops his own little hand with yours and shakes it, and you do the same with eve.

it seems like only seconds later you’re pulling into the arena’s parking deck, and the kids start kicking in their seats eagerly.

chris unbuckles them and helps them out into the chilly air as you round the corner of the car. thankfully they’re both all bundled up in their outfits, even complete with their little matching bruins beanies that matt had picked out months ago.

the whole walk toward the entrance, chris and matt take turns swinging parker and eve between themselves, and you’re all still laughing as you approach security.

matt scans the tickets and suddenly you’re meshing with the crowd, keeping the kids close as you head for concessions first.

the rink is all lit up as you finally make your way to your seats minutes later, equipped with two beers, two sodas, and two tubs of popcorn.

the kids munch happily from their seats as they watch warm-ups, just a couple rows back from the glass. you can’t help but beam, sneakily taking pictures of the two of them together because it just warms your heart.

“looking at the two of them kind of makes me want more, you know.” matt leans over from the seat on the other side of you, breath tickling your ear.

you nudge him playfully, though it makes your pulse skyrocket as you turn to look at him.

“just say the word.”

it’s his turn to go slack-jawed, and he has to clear his throat to force himself to stop thinking about the possibility of more children with you, the woman he fucking adores.

you’d never really talked about it after eve, since you were both so hyper-focused on her as new parents. plus, she’s always had her cousin every step of the way.

but maybe she’d like having a little brother or sister of her own.

“maybe they can stay at chris’s place tonight?” matt thinks out loud.

“let him drink that beer a little longer and i’m sure you can convince him.” you grin as you take a sip of your own.

a few minutes later the arena gets dark as the announcer hypes up the crowd, and you’re (mostly) all on your feet cheering once the bruins skate onto the ice.

parker is piggy-backing on chris’s shoulders, arms flung around his neck as his dad supports him. you’ve got eve on your hip so she can get a good view as well, watching the players while the spotlights focus in on the rink.

her eyes are as wide as saucers, like she’s totally entranced by the noise and the movement.

“daddy, look!” eve points at them excitedly, leaning in your arms so she can glance over at matt.

“i know baby! isn’t it cool?” he feeds into her enthusiasm with a wide grin.

your heart soars as you transfer her into matt’s arms, watching as he ruffles her beanie a little bit so she shrieks with laughter. it’s precious, watching him treat her like the little princess she is.

the national anthem plays shortly after, and the game officially begins. you watch as he points out players to eve, telling her different fun facts about each of them.

chris is bopping parker around on his back to the beat of the music, and he smiles along with his dad.

for a moment, you’re completely consumed by your own thoughts, so thankful for this little found family of yours. you turn your head to look at matt, and he meets your eyes immediately.

“i love you.” you mouth, unable to contain your smile.

Chris prided himself in his children. He could see little aspects of himself in each of them. In Paige it was her eyes, in Grant it was his hair, in Maddie it was her sense of humor, he could go on and on about each one of his kids.

They were everything to him.

You had met him when you were both young, you being only twenty one and him at age twenty six. Four years after you had met, he had proposed to you. You had gotten married not long after and settled down to start your own family.

Even with his busy schedule, Chris always made time for his family. He never missed a birthday or a dance recital or a soccer tournament.

What he was hoping to miss, though, was happening right now. Your oldest daughter, Paige, who had just turned fifteen, had been openly talking to you for advice on a boy in her class she liked.

She spent most of her nights texting him and would constantly be smiling at her phone while you all were watching a movie together. Or her phone would ding at the dinner table, and she would blush at whatever it said.

Although you were prepared for this, as you new it would happen sooner or later, Chris was not quite as ready.

Paige was the first born, she was her dads little princess, and now matter how old she got noting would ever change that.

Now it was Saturday night, and all nine of you were around the dinner table, eating a home cooked meal and trying to not have any tantrums from your youngest.

Grant was hunched over his food, only answering your questions on his day with one word answers. Maddie was sitting to the left of Grant, talking continuously with him, even though he would only say a word and then shovel more food into his mouth. Drew sat with his toy cars, racing them through his mashed potatoes. Katlynn sat to the side of Chris, talking with him about what new words she had learned at school the week prior. Finn sat to your left making his broccoli stick up straight so that they looked like mini trees. And little Charlotte sat in her high chair to your right dozing off in her mashed peas.

Finally there was your oldest, she had her light brown hair pulled out of her face as she sat, playing around with her food and looking from her phone to her dad and then you anxiously.

“Sweetie, is everything ok?” You question, noticing her strange behavior.  

“Oh, um, now that you ask, I have something to ask you about.” She started glancing at Chris, who looked up at her. “Well, this boy at school, his names Nate, and he asked me if I wanted to go to the movies sometime with him, so um, can I?”

You smiled, as this was the Nate you had heard so much about.

Chris on the other hand, looked back down at his plate, clenching his jaw and not saying anything as he stared at his food  

You spoke first, breaking the silence.

“I am sure that is fine, as long as you are with a group, right Chris?”

”Uh yeah, group.” He mumbled looking around the table at his kids.

”Oh, of course. Zoe will be there and so will Syd, and Jack so you have nothing to worry about.” She said, mostly to reassure Chris that his baby girl was going to be okay, although this seemed to do little to reassure the man you loved.

“Well, then sweetie I see no problem with you going out with your friends.” You grant her permission to go out with her friends.

Chris looked over at you and then picked Charlotte up from her high chair and mumbled something about getting her cleaned up and ready for bed.

You watched him leave, slightly worried at how he reacted to your daughter’s news.

~

Half an hour later you had all the young ones tucked into bed, and all the big kids knew they only had and hour left of TV, so they were fighting over what to watch. Once you new that they were all settled in, you made your way to the master bedroom that you and Chris shared.

You found him in there, lying on the bed, face in his pillow. He looked absolutely defeated.

“Chris, babe are you okay?” You ask.

”Honestly, Y/N, no I’m not. Paige is going on her first date with a boy. A boy. She’s still my baby girl.” Chris rants to you as you say there, gently rubbing his back for comfort.

“Chris you know she will always be your baby girl, but she was going to have to grow up eventually.” You mutter softly, trying to comfort your husband.

“I know, I just thought I had more time,Y/N.”

“I know you did, but hey you still have six more kids, and I wouldn’t worry to much about Katlynn cause she still thinks that you are the only boy who doesn’t have cooties.” You explain to your husband, loving how he cracks a small smile.

“You know I love you right?” He questions.

”And I love you.” You say, placing a chaste kiss on his lips. “Now I have to go get the rest of the kids off to bed.” You day as you stand up, kissing Chris one more time before going to get your kids to bed.

~

The next week leading up to your daughters date Chris seemed to try and do anything to distract him from his baby girl growing up. He would pass the football with Grant, or play dress up with Maddie.

The Friday after Paige had asked, the doorbell went off, making Paige and Grant race to the door.

Grant opens the door as wide as possible, seeing the tall, brunette boy in front of them.

“Hello, I’m Grant. Paige’s cooler, younger, much better looking brother.” Grant announced loudly.

”Get out of here, dork.” Paige said, elbowing her brother out of her way and standing in front of Nate.

Maddie came running in next, in her tutu and tiara, Chris following close behind her.

Upon noticing the boy at the door, Chris straightened up his posture and observed the boy. He was dressed in a pair of jeans and a nice t-shirt, and his hair was combed out of his face.

You came in with Charlotte on your hip. You walk over to your oldest child, smiling at her date for the night.

“You must be Nate, it’s nice to meet you.” You say, smiling at the boy. “Grant could you take Maddie to get ready for dance, please?”

“Ugh, I guess.” Grant groaned taking Maddie’s tiara of her head and taking her dance shoes from the rack by the door.

“It’s nice to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Evans.” The boy offers Chris his hand, your husband looking at it for a beat, before taking it.

“Well, then dad, mom, we will be back by ten.” Paige says as she steps out the door and closer to Nate.

“Of course, sweetie, have fun and be safe.” You say as the pair walk towards Paige’s friend Zoe’s moms mini van.

Chris just glared at the place where Nate has been standing, until you pulled him up the stairs to watch Drew while you took Maddie to her dance practice.

When you got back from Maddie’s practice, it was already eight, and you made your way up stairs to put her to sleep. After making sure that she was asleep, and that Grant was okay downstairs playing his video games.

After doing that, you made your way to the living room, finding Chris perched on the coach, watching the news.

“Hey, babe.” You say, sitting down beside him. “Are you okay?”

“It’s just, it’s her first real date. She’s really growing up.” He says, wrapping his arms around you and kissing the side of your head.

“Yes, but you know she will always be your baby girl.”

“I know.” With that you both settled in to watch the tv together.

~

At ten o’clock, Paige came strolling into the house, a huge smile on her face.

“So I take it the date went well?” You ask, smiling at you daughter.

“Oh yeah, we saw a horror film and guess what! He put his arm around me and we shared popcorn!” She exclaimed, sitting down beside you.

“That’s great sweetheart.” Chris says, smiling at his daughter. No matter how much he didn’t like the fact that she was growing up, Chris would do anything to see his daughter smile the way she was smiling now.

For the next couple of hours, the three of you talked about everything that happened, and you were happy to see that Chris didn’t mind that his daughter was growing up, as long as she was happy.

~~~

dad!matt

oh my god he would be trying to handle everything, making sure that in the early weeks of taking care of your newborn he lets you get plenty of rest

makes you go on walks through the neighborhood, baby in the stroller because he insists that nature is good for the young soul

would definitely buy you a magnet for the fridge or a mug that says like “#1 mom” or something corny like that just to show his appreciation

lovessss bonding time, lazy sundays where he makes breakfast and you all just sit on the couch, letting the baby play on the floor as the tv plays in the background

always coming home with a toy or some kind of essential if he goes to the store and sees something that makes him think of you and the kid(s)

dad!chris

would have a really hard time trying not to swear around your kid at first (honestly goes for matt too)

i.e. a lot of “oh shit!” and “fuck” thrown around in the first few months, early enough for you to laugh it off as he learns to correct himself

he would do literally anything you asked coming home from the hospital as a new parents, lots of massages really anywhere when you’re stressed or tired, making sure your comfort comes first as you navigate it together

would deadass get caught zoning in on the baby sensory videos you put on for your little guy or girl

“chris.” “right, sorry, what’s up babe?”