Part of Your World:A Chris Evans FanFiction

38.

 It was the day before I was due to return to LA, and I'd spent all day moping around Chris' trailer at the studio. Chris took me out to dinner at a small pub and I spent most of the time in silence, just holding his hand.

"You're ridiculous, you know?" Chris said to me, pulling me into a hug, after I'd spent the last hour picking at my dinner.

"I am self aware.  Yes." I sighed.

"They're finishing filming in LA. I'll be back in three weeks."

"I know." I said. "I'm still sad."

"You know what's happened that we failed to acknowledge?" Chris asked.

I shrugged.

"We've been a couple for just over a year now."

I looked at him my eyes wide. "No." I gasped. "That can't be right."

"It is. Middle of July last year was when I bought you that book."

"Wow. I'm not quite sure whether it feels like we only just met, or we've known each other forever." I said kissing his hand. "Happy belated anniversary."

"It's funny you know, right up until the point we met I was quite happy being single. Fucking around. Even when we met, I was kind of more 'Hey, she's cute. I might try and hit that.'"

I hit him. "Arsehole."

He laughed and gave me a squeeze. "When we had coffee, and the coffee became lunch, there was something there though. Wasn't there? I kind of wanted to see what that was. I'm really glad I did."

"Same. I wasn't looking for anyone either. I mean, I'd only just moved to the U.S. I didn't even own a toaster."

"Remember when I first took you back home, and you said that you wanted to live in a house like my moms?"

I smiled and nodded, resting my head on his shoulder.

"Did you mean that? Can you see us living in Boston? Raising a family?"

"Yeah. I mean, I'm not sure if I did when I said it. I mostly just loved the house."

Chris laughed.

"But, you know, I feel like a terrible feminist when I say this, but I think I could happily give up work and move there with you to start a family. Not that I think I could stop working all together, I do kind of love it. I'd definitely want to finish what I'm doing now. But after that? I don't know. I'd have to make some big decisions, and if that was a choice on the table for me, I'd probably take it."

Chris took my chin in his hand, and tilted my head to him. He leaned in and kissed me. It was so soft and tender, I melted into him.

"Hey, I know you're busy with work, and you keep skipping out on it to be with me, but after I'm done do you think you can take two or three weeks off? Maybe we can go to Australia. I'd like to see where you grew up. We could come home via Disney World."

I chewed on my thumb nail. "Yeah, that should be possible. I'd have to take work with me." I was bothered by the sudden change in the direction of the conversation. "Chris. I'm going to break some big unspoken relationship rule now. But if the reason you want to go to Australia is to ask for my parents blessing to marry you or something like that. Please don't do that."

Chris looked like a deer in headlights. I'd either hit the mark right on the head, or I was so far from it he was freaking out because he thought I was expecting a proposal.