Flower Girl. (Chris Evans)

Chapter 26

CHRIS.

Rob texted to let me know that Flor would drive him home so she could say hello and catch up with the family, and she told me that she'll meet me home.

I know she was talking about my place but I love how it sounds when she refers to it as home, little by little each of us brought some things to the house and now it feels like a home.

Our home.

I pick up some groceries and dinner for myself because knowing the Downeys they'll invite Flor to have dinner with them. I arrive home and place everything where it belongs before placing myself on the backyard, I start a fire and sit with a book to keep myself busy until her arrival.

The book is so good I'm not sure if it's been five minutes or 30 but soon I can hear the doorbell.

I chuckle while opening the door "Hey baby." I say approaching her to take a kiss but she just walks pass me.

"We need to talk."

Fuck.

I gulp before nodding "Sure, what about?" I can see she's about to start talking but I interrupted "I started a fire on the back, do you want to talk there? Or give me a minute to go put it out."

"Actually that sounds lovely, let's go." She takes my hand and I know that's a good sign, I intertwine our fingers and let her choose a sit before sitting next to her. "So... I talked with Robert and he made me realize a couple of things."

I nod "should I be concern?"

She sighs "where do you see this going?"

"This conversation?"

She chuckles "our relationship, silly."

I relax and laugh a little "baby I see us together for the rest of my life."

She smiles and leans forward to place a soft kiss on my lips "okay... and Boston?"

I frown "what about Boston?"

"Well.. that's your home."

"Oh baby, I will always love Boston, and it's my childhood home, but my home will be wherever you are, either here, or in Boston even in Mexico."

She turns amaze "would you move to Mexico?"

I chuckle "if that's something you want, we can talk about it."

"No it's not what I want, I love to go visit, it's beautiful and I have a lot of good memories at my abuelita's house, but I don't see it as my home."

"Okay, so we stay in LA."

"Are you sure you're okay with it?"

I grab her face and caress her cheeks "as long as we're together I'm more than okay." She smiles widely. "It's that what you wanted to talk?"

"Yes and there's more." I nod "um... would you... oh... never mind."

"No, no, talk to me, I want to know anything and everything's that's on your mind."

She sighs before scoping over and resting her head on my shoulder "would you be open to the possibility of moving in together?"

I chuckle "Flor, when was the last time you went to your place?"

"Hum... like 2 weeks ago?" She asks more than say.

I chuckle "you went to pick up your parents and take them to the airport, you haven't stay there since I came back to LA."

She lifts her head and turns to look at me shocked "are you sure?" I nod and she groans "I'm sorry, I should've talk about it with you."

I shake my head "I love to have you with me, and if you wouldn't have wanted to stay here I would've stayed at your place."