Glimpse Of Us

I've Got Something To Ask You...

Chris reaches into his pocket pulling out a single key with a Captain America keychain attached. "I love you being here with me all the time and you have your clothes here in the closet and toiletries next to mine. I was wondering if you'd like to move in with me?". I smile taking the key from Chris before planting a kiss on his lips sealing the deal, I never went back to my apartment for anything everything I needed was here and it was just sitting empty.

The next morning i'm awake before Chris is, today is the day he leaves for filming. It's still dark outside and I look at the time on the oven, 4.45am. Chris will be waking up in 15 minutes, I flick the kettle on before letting Dodger outside for his morning pee. I quietly clean up hearing Chris alarm from the other room, I pour two cups of coffee and butter some toast for us making sure he's ate before traveling. Five minutes later Chris emerges from the bedroom in a grey lounge set, he pats Dodger on the head as he makes his way to me wrapping his arms around me and kissing my cheek. We have a little time to eat together before Chris gets picked up. His phone vibrates signaling it was time to go, I walk him to the door and watch as he collects his luggage. Chris gives me a big kiss before walking down the drive way, he turns around telling me he loves me before climbing in the car and disappearing into the darkness.

In the next couple of days I pack my things and Scott collects Dodger, my phone rings and I run through the house to get it off of charge, I jump on the bed grabbing my phone from the charger and answering the facetime with Chris, we did this every night he was away.

I travel back to London for a few days for work and stay at Kensington Palace. I sit in the study replying to some emails as my step mum comes in, we haven't had the best relationship in the past. "I see you're back, how long for this time" she asks sarcastically, I roll my eyes and inform her it will only be a couple of days. "You've been splattered all over our newspapers with Chris Evans, never seen you as his type". I narrow my eyes standing up and slowly walking towards her, "Don't you dare mention my relationship with Chris, it's none of your damn business so you better keep your nose out. The only reason I agreed to stay here was because my father insisted, remember you're not my mother and you're definitely not this countries queen either you're just the kings wife" I spit as I push past her.

I storm to my room collecting my suitcase, who does she think she is mentioning Chris. The more I thought about it the angrier I was getting, I leave Kensington and go to my old apartment. I talked to Chris in the afternoon telling him all about what happened, he never really understood the whole royal family thing. As the evening went on I went to the gym to relieve some of my anger and then soaked in a burning hot bath for the remainder of the evening.

That night I had a dream about Chris, we were in Las Vegas at the Little White Chapel getting married with Scott as our witness. After the wedding we went to the Cheesecake factory and had desert before going to the Casino and ending the night seeing Adele live. The following morning I woke up and facetimed Chris as soon as possible and told him all about my dream and joked it was a glimpse into our future, he was still in bed topless with messy bed hair and a husky voice but he couldn't stop laughing about my dream getting married in Vegas. He said it was too trashy doing it in Vegas we'd need to be really elegant maybe somewhere in Italy. He wasn't opposed to us getting married - that's a good sign.