One Shots Book

Daydream • Chris Evans

fiancées! Chris & Y/n

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Chris whistles as he walks into his house, tossing the keys in the nice decorative bowl you bought for him a couple months ago.

Or better yet when you started staying the night, your parents are very traditional and they would never allow you to move in your boyfriend Chris if you guys weren't married.

After 20 months of dating, almost 2 years, Chris saw from the moment he met you that you were the one. His one. His girl.

So he didn't see why he'd have to wait any longer, he wanted to do this thing and he wanted to do it with you.

"Baby, I'm home."

Taking his jacket off and settling it on one of the chairs in the kitchen, you come creeping out of the corner. Starting to get a bit worried about Chris's whereabouts but you didn't want to be that kind of girlfriend always calling him asking where he is and who he's with.

So you patiently waited for him to get home, he went out tux shopping with his friends today, and you were doing some shopping for your bridesmaids gift baskets.

"Hi!" Cheerfully making your way to him, you hop on your feet, jumping happily into his arm. Mmm, he always smells so good and you always feel safe with him.

"There's my girl," Chris was smiling the entire time as you peered around the corner like a shy schoolgirl, you were in your silk robe. Your skincare all done. Teeth brushed. Ready to cuddle with your sweet boyfriend.

Twirling you around while carrying you up, you are nothing but happy giggles and smiles, "I missed you," you frown, "it was getting so quiet in this house without you."

Sometimes you stay the night, behind your parents back yes it's awful, but you don't do anything they wouldn't approve of. You've always dreamed of having your first time be with your husband. And here he was.

Smelling like Gucci cologne and looking like a Ken model, "was it?" Chris asks, whispering back because you were whispering, stealing a kiss from your lips, he sets you down gently, "the guys wanted to grab a few drinks, I should've texted."

"I might've called your mom to ask, she said that's probably what you'd be doing."

Poking his chest, Chris grabs your hand, and takes you over to the couch. Setting you on his lap where you belong, "how was your shopping? Did you get any therapy out of it?"

"I always do," setting your hand on the back of his head and absently playing with the hairs on the back of his gorgeous head, you smile dreamingly at him, "I got them all kinds of goodies."

"Really?" His perfect brows raise, as he kept you nice and snug on his lap. He fucking loves having you in his arms like this. Rubbing his hand down your thigh, and occasionally over your ass has you feeling so warm inside.

He's so perfect.

"Babe," Chris even has to snap you out of your trance that he puts you in, he's just so, kissable.

"Mhm?" You hum, your eyes brightening as you wake up, "sorry," snickering you continue, "I got them the latest skin care products, some jammies for our bachelorette sleepover, tea of course, makeup, and individualized cosmetic bags with their name on them and wine."

"I love it, honey. They're going to be so excited." Chris takes his finger and rubs it over your gorgeous engagement ring, a tick he's developed.

The same way some people pick the skin around their nails, or other people bite their nails.