One Shots Book

Chris's Favorite Christmas Tree • Chris Evans

boyfriend! Chris x girlfriend! Y/n

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Chris rolls around in bed, it's super early he can tell. And despite loving to wake up before the sun, you tired him out last night so he's exhausted.

Not in the sexy kind of way—oh no, no, no, there was no time for sexy time last night because you guys were both wrapping and packing your kids' Christmas gifts.

Opening his eyes, he sees a very bright light actually more than one. Blinking in his face at this early hour, blinking again he sees that it's you. Dressed as a Christmas tree.

He stays blinking at you, while you give him a few sweet kisses, "good morning, handsome," you rub his back. Soothing him awake, and speaking softly, "I'll see you later."

"Let me help you with all that shit," Chris mumbles his voice still sleepy, as he rubbed his eyes.

"Chris," you pout at him, crossing your arms, "if you're going to say it like that then I'll carry it myself. I can do that and anything myself."

Marching away, Chris is quick to get out of bed. He never likes to fight with you, but he doesn't know how you do it. "Babe," his voice still laced with sleep, "come here," following the Christmas tree through the house as you made it to the kitchen to grab your lunchbox and your teacher bag Chris wraps his arms around you.

Giving you a big kiss on your cheek, "sorry, I didn't mean that."

Letting him hold you, you roll your eyes closing up your lunchbox. "It's the best week of the year and you're giving me attitude? You need to get into the Christmas spirit!"

Chris watches you yell at him, but he can't take you serious when you're dressed like a Christmas tree. With ornaments hanging in the ruffles of your green dress. The lights blinking all kinds of bright colors.

You continue to argue with him, even about the complaining when he was helping you last night with the gifts, but Chris has zoned out, "and you knew I was a kindergarten teacher when you met me...and may I remind you, you were the one flirting with me, asking for my number and giving me all kinds of pick up lines! I didn't sign you up for this Chris, you did." Huffing in anger, you press your finger into his chest just slightly.

And he breaks out laughing, which makes you angrier, he never takes anything serious. "You're the worst," grabbing your teacher bag and your water you leave out the garage door, Chris chasing you in his boxers just as he woke up in bed.

"Hey, hey!" He says between laughs, grabbing your elbow as you gathered all kinds of goodies by the door to take to your classroom.

Today was the last day before winter break, and it's also one of the only days the kids watch movies like The Polar Express.

"Can you look at me?" He asks politely. Maybe he has been pushing your buttons, when he shouldn't be. You're right, when you first had him craft things for your classroom. That was two years ago.

You turn to look at him, and he pokes the big glowing star on your head. "I'll take these, I'm just being annoying that's all." Grabbing the reusable bags loaded with stuff he walks you out to your car. Loading your trunk up as you got in.

"We're still going to dinner tonight right?" Chris makes his way to the drivers side, leaning against your open window.

"Mhhhm, that's if you turn things around and make better choices." Chris is used to you speaking to him as if he were 5 years old. It's what you do Monday to Friday, manage a class full of small children.