THINKING ABOUT IT.... (CHRIS EVANS FANFICTION)

Part 14 -Mother dearest

Chris' POV

I'm waiting on Jamie outside the set to take her back to my place. It's Friday and I promised Seb and Mackie I'd go out with them tonight, but I want Jamie to be there tonight when I get back and for the weekend. I haven't seen those Marvel guys(except Scar) since my birthday two months ago. Jamie and I have been dating for about three months but our official relationship is only two months old. It's honestly been amazing, I love being around her. I think I may even be falling for her, cause I find myself always wanting to be around her, to kiss her and talk to her. I catch myself admiring things about her...like how she rubs her lips together when she's getting tired, or how she checks her alarm three times before going to sleep but then ends up putting it off five times in the morning. And I absolutely love how much she enjoys sex. She doesn't make it seem like it's just a chore she does to make me happy, but she isn't selfish either, it's amazing how good she makes me feel anytime we have sex. I hear heels clicking and look up. I swear I don't think I'll ever get tired of looking at her. When she approaches I notice that she's upset,angry even her eyebrows are knitted together, her shoulders are tense and she fiddling with her hands.

I open her door but she slides in without a word and I go and take the driver's seat. A blind person would notice something's bothering her since she leaned all the way against the door and crossed her arms over her chest while gripping her biceps. I debate asking her what's wrong, I hate seeing her upset, especially since 15 minutes ago she was her very chipper self, but something about her posture tells me that maybe I'll piss her off even more if try and get her to talk,

''You ok?'' I ask tenderly in an attempt to test the water, she sighs

''No.'' And with that I knew it's best to leave her alone for at least a while.

The rest of the drive was spent in silence, I hated not being able to make her feel better but I also knew I would only make things worse if I try and force her to open up. She did not open up easily, she always attempted to keep her emotions in check, but the more time we spent together the better I got at reading her and she became freer around me.

We walked inside the house and as soon as she plopped down on the couch Dodger came running and jumped in her lap. For a second I was worried she might not be in a mood for him, but I dismissed those thoughts as soon as she started cuddling him. I also love how much she cares about Dodger, so when she giggles light as he licked her face, I felt content knowing her troubles left her alone for at least a short minute. I sat down next to her and gently caressed her hand. I had to get ready to go meet the guys, but I had to make she's okay first.

''Sweetheart?'' I ask tenderly and she looks at me. She was still tense, ''What's going on?''

She sighs and I feel her getting upset again. Shit, maybe I shouldn't have asked.

''Apparently my parents saw some articles with our pictures,'' She says in tone which I can't quite figure out. There's definite annoyance, but also something...maybe fear? Of course there were all kinds of articles piling up about us, Jamie was great about it, but I'm sensing it's not the article that worries her right now. ''So my dear old mom, decided to give me a call. She asked, '' She chuckles humorlessly, making me slightly worried, ''No, she demanded I come to New York this weekend and explain myself.'' I feel very confused. Why does she need to explain herself? I get that her mother is not pleasant, I've witnessed it, first hand, but I think she's overreacting.

''Okay...'' I say unsurely, I don't want her to have to face this alone so I say the first thing that comes to mind, ''We can go together if you want, make it better.'' Her head snaps in my direction.

''No.'' She's quick to say.

Well, that hurt like a bitch.

I frown, yet she still looks pretty shocked, those pretty green eyes wider than I've ever seen them. Did she find the idea of me meeting her parents so repulsive?