Just a Hair Stylist - Chris Evans story \\✔️

Chapter Sixty-three

By the time you got out of the shower, steak kabobs were on the grill and Archie was out of the pool. For how long was anyone's guess, but for the time being, he was drip drying on the patio in the afternoon sun and looked quite content. Chris and Scott welcomed you back outside with smiles. Chris was manning the grill while Scott was messing around on his phone. You joined him, taking the seat in the chair across from him at the table.

"Well," he grinned, "aren't you all fresh and clean."

"No thanks to you," you said, with an accusing point of your finger.

"I helped," he argued. "I got that first layer of dirt off of ya, anyway."

You nodded, conceding, "Something like that." Scott smiled, proudly, and you mused, "Not the way I thought using the pool for the first time would go..." 

"With him around," Chris said, pointing at his brother, "that's pretty much the way everyone uses the pool."

"That's not true," he argued. 

"Want me to start listing names?" Chris offered, turning back to the grill.

Scott was suddenly quiet, pursing his lips and shifting his jaw to the side as he stared at his brother from behind his sunglasses. "Bitch."

You and Chris both laughed and you noted, "It did feel pretty good after this morning, though."

Scott threw his upturned palm out to you, sarcastically saying, "See? Helper."

"Alright," Chris groaned. "Why don't you help by getting me a plate. Food's almost done."

With a quick flip of his middle finger at Chris, Scott got up to go back in the kitchen for a plate. You made your way over to the grill, rising up on your toes to hook your chin on Chris' shoulder and see how your food was progressing. Chris turned his head to peck a kiss at your temple.

"Feel better after a shower?" he wondered.

You hummed, happily. "A little bit," you shrugged, picking your head off his shoulder and moving over to visit Archie in the sunshine. Rubbing his belly, when Archie rolled over, you told Chris, "I'm kinda wearing down."

"You had a busy morning," he reminded, you with a smile. "Bet you sleep like the dead, tonight."

"Guaranteed," you nodded. "But first, I'm starrrved."

Chris snorted at your melodramatic moment, which coincided with Scott reappearing from the house with a plate for the food. "Just in time," Chris noted, taking the plate from his brother. "[Y/n] is starving."

"Oh, yeah," Scott facetiously agreed, with an exaggerated nod, bending to poke a finger into your side. "She's practically wasting away."

You gave his hand a smack as he withdrew and stuck your tongue out at him. Chris playfully scolded you both, with a paternal sounding "Kiiids, play nice." and told you both to go inside to wash your hands or you were grounded. Walking with you, Scott gestured you in ahead of him and Archie followed along when Chris brought in the food. You were pleased to see Archie may still be wet, but he wasn't dripping in the house.

The three of you made up your plates. It was warm out, but not unbearably hot. You dined outside, enjoying the subtle breeze. You greedily dug into your food, helping yourself to seconds. Hey, you worked hard this morning and lunch was delicious. Go on. Treat yo'self.

After the dishes were all inside, you slumped into the couch with Chris and Scott took the armchair nearby in the living room. The Red Sox game ended up on TV, naturally, and in between the action you caught Scott up on all the goings on in your busy summer schedule.