Fandom Imagines| Book 1

Kris Bryant #23

I skimmed through the newspaper, occasionally reading an article. It seemed that nothing much happened this week in Chicago. I flipped to the sports section, lazily scanning that. Until something caught my eye. An article. I sat up a little straighter, quickly reading the article. It was about the Chicago cubs!

Looks like Chicago has a new cub! 

article by Kierra Tonadolwski 

It seems that the Chicago Cubs have been keeping a secret that hasn't been released until now. They have recruited a new rookie! Former Toreros player, Kris Bryant, will be joining the cubs this year. High hopes are set on him. Will he be able to bring us all the way to the play-offs, maybe even the world series? 

I paused my reading. Was she talking about my Kris Bryant? Why hadn't he told me he was being drafted here? Don't couples tell each other such things like this? I bit my lip, picking up my cell. I dialed Kris' number, shakily pulling the phone to my ear. 

"Hello?" Kris' voice was scratchy, like he had just woken up.

 "Kris." I sighed. 

I heard a loud thump and some fumbling. 

"Y/N! Hey babe, what's up?" He purred.

 I frowned. 

"Kris, why didn't you tell me you were being recruited for the Cubs?" I sighed, holding my head in my hands. 

All the fumbling I herd earlier stopped completely. I could almost feel the new tension through the phone. So he had known. This made me angry. I clenched my hands into fists, breathing deeply. 

"So you did know. I knew it. Kris, we were supposed to tell each other everything." I growled, my face flushing with anger. 

I listened for some type of reply but Kris stayed silent. Probably guilty. I growled into the phone. If Kris didn't fuckin- "How did you know about that?" Kris asked sourly. 

My jaw dropped. I slammed the newspaper down, standing. My chair screeched against the oak floors of my penthouse apartment. 

"Kristopher fucking Bryant!" I snarled. "You fucking knew, but didn't tell me! What kind of boyfriend are you! We were supposed to tell each other everything! Everything! Do you hear me! I can't fucking believe you would keep something this big from me! I swear to god, I tell you anything, and you just...ugh!" I screeched. 

Kris was silent on the other end and I started to believe he had hung up. Well. I let out heavy breaths. I was afraid, in some way. I was scared I would end this relationship now. So I hung up, without a word. I didn't want to leave Kris, but this wasn't the first time he had missed something so big. Like when he told me he was moving away, or when he told me he was going off to collage in San Diego. My phone began to buzz, but I ignored it, knowing it was Kris. 

My mood now dampened, I walked into my room to get ready and face the day. 

(1 month later)

Someone knocked on my door and I sighed tiredly. Who could it be at- I looked over to the clock. 11:30 in the evening?!  I placed my laptop on the couch, walking to the door, unchaining it and opening it. I gasped. Kris stood in front of me, a shy smile on his face, holding a bouquet of sunset orange plumerias. I covered my mouth with my hands. Kris' beautiful blue eyes twinkled. 

"They're for you. I-I'm sorry I didn't tell you about being drafted. You were right, we're supposed to tell each other everything, and I haven't been a good boyfriend." He sighed.

 I took the flowers carefully, stepping inside for Kris to come in. He entered, and I closed the door behind him. I walked through the apartment, finding a vase and placing the flowers in it. I turned to Kris. We were almost strangers now, being apart for so long. 

"Kris." I whispered, reaching out to caress his face. 

Kris leaned into my touch, reaching up to place his larger hand over mine. I smiled slightly, stepping closer, as did Kris. my eyes darted to his lips. No words needed to be said in this passionate moment. Kris ran his hands down my sides, placing them just above my butt. I let out a breath, leaning in, wrapping my arms around his neck. He had to lean down some to kiss me, but I helped, standing on my tippy toes. Our lips met, and it was better than what I remembered. 

His lips were warm and soft, and pressed firmly against mine, reassuring me that I was safe with him. Our kiss was slow, as to not rush things after being in absence from each others lives for 3 months. I pressed a kiss to Kris' bottom lip, before parting. 

"Kris." I mumbled again. "I love you so damn much, and it hurts when you don't trust me enough to tell me things. I just...I want to be with you." I whispered. 

Kris smiled sadly. "Y/N, I love you more then you'll know. I'm sorry I didn't tell you, I just...I didn't want you to get so excited when I might get sent back down to the minors. But..I do have something to tell you." 

Kris reached into his pocket, pulling out a small burgundy box. He got down on one knee, and my jaw fell slack. Tears pricked my eyes. Kris smiled softly.

 "Y/N, since the day I met you, I knew you were my soulmate. The way you were so passionate about everything, the way your smile brightened when you were having fun, i'm in love with your beautiful everything. I want to have a life with you, have children, buy a house, grow old. I want to live with you for the rest of my life. So, Y/F/N, will you marry me and become Mrs. Kris Bryant?" 

You nodded your head rapidly, tears running down your cheeks. Kris smiled, getting to his feet and slipping the gorgeous diamond ring on your finger. You threw yourself at him, peppering kisses around his face, before finally kissing his lips. You were so happy, words could not explain. You were going to become Mrs. Y/N Bryant. 

Here's a Kris Bryant imagine! I'm sorry I haven't been updating often. Don't forget to check out my new story, Dean Winchester imagines √√√!

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