Chris Evans Imagines

Frank Adler: The Only Answer is Yes

"(Y/n)! What's taking you so long?" Frank whined from the bedroom while you were fixing your hair.

"Almost done," you replied back, struggling to fix your hair into the position you imagined.

"You said that a couple of minutes ago. I am so hungry," he whined again, and this time you could see him pouting while lying on the bed, wrinkling his clean top.

"Aww, is my baby hungry?" you teased and successfully fixed the last bits of your hair.

"Very much so. So much so that if my love for you didn't come first, I would have already gone ahead," he said.

You gasped and laughed. "You wouldn't dare, Mr. Adler."

"Oh, but I woul-" Frank said and sat back up on the bed and saw you exiting the bathroom where you were just fixing your hair. He gasped and choked on air.

You giggled and extended your arms to Frank. "Come now. We can finally have a nice dinner."

Frank took your arms and pulled himself closer to you. "You're absolutely stunning."

You blushed. "You look pretty dashing yourself."

Frank accepted your compliment with a big smile on his face and proceeded to give you a long sweet kiss.

"Suddenly, I am not so hungry anymore," Frank said after he pulled from the kiss.

You titled your head backward while laughing and softly swatted Frank's chest. "Just a minute ago, you were so set on going on ahead."

"Well, what can I say? We are idiots."

You laughed again and planted a soft kiss on his lips. "But you're my idiot. Now come on. I am dying to see if they really have the best scampi in town."

He held your hand softly, and you intertwined your fingers into his. Your hands fit perfectly in his, and this made you smile. It's been a little over three years since you and Frank started dating.

To be frank (pun intended), neither of you was actually really interested in finding a partner. Frank was obviously busy raising Mary, that sweet summer child who always brought out in the best in you, and you had just gotten out of a heavy break up and relocated to St. Petersburg, Florida for a fresh start, as one might say.

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It was a hot summer day (but let's be honest, when is it not hot in Florida), and the weather forecast said that there would be a hurricane the following week. You groaned at the thought of another hurricane. Florida was an excellent fresh start for you. It was like your place of calling, but that certainly didn't mean you enjoyed the hurricane.

Since you knew you wouldn't be able to take your sweet boat, Merideth (yes, you named your boat) out for a ride for a while, you decided to spend the last weekend before the hurricane on your boat. What you didn't expect was that Merideth's engine would die.

Fortunately, you were just barely meters away from the dock when Merideth's engine started malfunctioning, so you managed to drive back to the dock without drowning, but your wonderful plans of boat riding were long gone.

"Come on!" you groaned as you got down the boat to secure it in place. "Why today of all days."

In all honesty, you knew how to drive a boat but didn't know much about it. You weren't a mechanic. You were just a journalist from New York that moved to Florida and learned how to drive a boat.

Even though you knew you wouldn't achieve much, you sighed and tried to inspect the engine or whatever the hell was the problem. In your eyes, nothing was wrong. Hell, it even looked better than when you first bought Merideth.