Friends: Surprise

Part 11

“It’s almost time!” Your mother squeals in excitement, staring at the clock on the wall. It was almost eight, and you and Chris should be home soon. She was positively giddy, unable to stand still and twittering back and forth. 
She was driving everyone crazy.

“Yup, should be here soon,” Devin says a tad nervously, looking at his watch. 
Actually, the two of you were late.
Chris had said he’d bring you back at seven thirty.
Devins worried something may be up.
Had Chris fucked up? Were the two of you fighting?
Had you killed him with your bare fist?
Devin wouldn’t put it past you, you were a strong lady.
He twitches a little, and forces himself to walk to the couch, sitting down heavily beside your little sister. Sydney sends him a sideways glance, a glass of red punch held between her hands where they rest in her lap.
She doesn’t look a bit like you, in Devins opinion. He would have never guessed the two of you were related at all.
Plus she actually wears flattering dresses that show off her legs and chest.
Which Devin appreciates.
He knows a good view when he sees one.
“Why are you freaking out?” Sydney asks in a bored tone, trying not to sound curious, her eyes cut in his direction.
“I’m not.”
“Dude, you’re all tense.”
“….I’m just a tense dude.”
Sydney rolls her eyes, sipping the generic punch her mother had bought.
Devin glances at her out of the corner of his eye.
Your sister really did have a nice pair of legs, her dress was short and only came mid thigh when sitting, white with pretty red flower designs curling all over it. Her dark hair was in a side pony tail, curled and falling down her shoulder.
She looked good.
How much younger than you was she again? 
Did she have a boyfriend?
Devin shamelessly let’s his eyes trail to the swell of her very pronounced breasts, every breath she took making them move, the fairy lights reflecting off the necklace nestled between the two beauties.
Heh.
“If you like my boobs so much just say so, I don’t mind the compliment.”
Devins eyes raise immediately, face flushing as your sister cocks an eyebrow at him, amused.
“You’re not very subtle.”
“Er, sorry.” Devin hastily looks away. 
Whoops.
Don’t stare at (Y/N)’s sisters boobs.
Don’t do it.
Don’t.
……
“So how old are you?” he asks suddenly, unable to help myself.
Sydney looks amused.
“I’m like a couple years younger then (Y/N).”
“So over eighteen then?”
“Yeah.”
“Good — cool.” Devin bobs his head, twisting the beer in his hand thoughtfully. 
“You want something stronger then punch?” he asks, scooting to the edge of the couch to stand.
She crinkles her nose.
“Nope. I’ll stick with sugar.” she shrugs, tilting the liquid in her cup with a frown. “I’m off alcohol for a while.”
“Says who?”
“AA, generally.”
Devin gives her a surprised look.
Oh.
…….
Well now he feels awkward. 
He’d just asked a recovering alcoholic if they wanted a drink, nice.
Your sister looks amused as she watches him, seeing his eyes flick to her chest again almost reflexively.
She knew she’d worn that dress for a reason.
“Sydney.”
“Hmm?” she looks up as Sabrina appears, looking annoyed.
“Come on.”
“Come where?” Sydney frowns as Sabrina draws her to her feet in irritation. “Why?”
“Mom wants us near her when (Y/N) arrives.”
Sydney crinkles her nose.
Lame.
“But —.”
“Now.”
Yeesh.
Having a baby had made Sabrina really suburban.
Sydney sighs as she rises to her feet, glancing at Devin over her shoulder before obediently following her sister.
Devin shuffles.
Well well.
Maybe he’d get some from your family after all.
~~~~~
“Why are we in such a rush to get home?” you grumble, lounging in your side of the car, your shoes off and legs curled comfortably under you.
“Because,” Chris can’t stop grinning. “I want us to be home.”
Fuck you were so gonna marry him.
that look on your face when he admitted he loved you — he could have bought you a small island and wouldn’t have gotten the same effect.
He should have done this before.
He’s so excited.
Get you home, make sure you’re not pissed because there’s twenty people waiting there in suspense to surprise you, weasel you out onto the balcony — propose.
Sounded simple enough. 
But things were never simple with you.
You always surprise him. 
But maybe that’s why he likes you so much.
You’re watching him out of the corner of your eye, curious as to why that stupid grin was on his face. He was getting almost giddy the closer the two of you got to his apartment, and you weren’t sure why.
He’d been sort of weird the entire day.
What was he up too?
Your mind flicks back a few hours to the cheesy motel room.
Everything had been so different. 
The feel of his hands on you, caressing your trembling skin, the way his lips had caught your own in soft kisses —.
It was different. 
It shouldn’t be.
But it was.
Now that you know he does love you, everything is just…. Better.
Which was so incredibly dumb, nothing should be different at all over just a verbal admission of love.
But it was.
You find yourself smiling.
Chris makes you happy, you can’t deny that; he could be the poorest man in the country and you would still care for him.
Love doesn’t care about money or looks —.
At least not in your mind.
You shift a little, and reach over thoughtlessly, wanting to touch him. You curl your fingers through his, and he squeezes in return, flashing you a smile before his eyes return to the road.
“Chris?”
“Yeah?”
“Do you really want kids one day?”
He hesitates. 
Yes, of course he did.
He wants a few.
But you didn’t.
So why were you asking?
“Why?” he asks, slowing down at a red light. He glances at it before twisting to look at you a little better, frowning.
You shrug. “I just….”
“I know you don’t want them, (Y/N).” he says, tightening his hold on your hand. “I won’t force you to have them with me.”
“I know that, I just — I mean, you want them. And if we’re gonna be together for a long time —.” Your voice is uncertain, you honestly don’t want kids at all, but you want to be with Chris for a long time, maybe even get married one day. And if he wants kids in his life, you don’t want to be the awful person who takes that away from him. “ — I suppose it’ll get to a point where we’ll have to talk about it. Again. You’re so pushy about it.”
He rolls his eyes, pressing his foot on the gas when someone honks. 
“We’ll talk about it when we get to that,” he shrugs. “I don’t want kids until I’m married and settled one day anyway.”
Right.
Married.
You’re not so sure about the idea.
​It kind of makes you feel quesy.​​
Of course, if Chris did ever decide he wants to marry you, it would mean he really did love you and want to spend forever with you.
And what more could you ask for?
You’re crazy for him.
And he said he was for you too.
So you need to stop worrying! 
Just enjoy the moment!
Go with the flow!
Be happy, don’t worry!
And all the rest of those chipper sayings.
~~~~~
“They should be here any minute,” Mrs. Cerulli comments, seeing the time was getting very close to eight. “Usually Christopher is very punctual.”
“But (Y/N) is not,” Sabrina sighs, standing beside the woman, looking tired already. “She’s never been good at being on time. She’s probably holding him up since she has no idea what’s going on.”
“I suppose.” His mother sighs.
“Does anyone know what the ring looks like?” your mother asks as she sidled up to the two. “Has anyone seen it?”
“No, I haven’t,” Mrs. Cerulli shakes her head. “But his friends have and they say it’s beautiful.”
“Technically I said it was huge,” Devin interjects, shrugging from a few feet away. “Chris got the most expensive ring possible.”
“Well, he wants to make sure she has the nicest one of course!” Your mother says, nervously shifting from foot to foot. “She deserves only the best!”
It’s all Mrs. Cerulli can do not to roll her eyes.
And this from the woman who had thought the two of them shouldn’t even be together.
Sabrina glances down at the wedding ring on her finger.
It would probably pale in comparison to the one you were getting then.
Not that she cares.
It wasn’t the ring that mattered anyway. 
She stifles a yawn behind her hand, leaning back on her heels; it was already past her bed time and she was feeling the strain of it. Having a baby had definitely changed everything for her, even her sleep cycle. She felt like an old lady already. 
Thank god you didn’t want kids.
She couldn’t imagine how you would be without your sleep.
Sabrina was a nice person, but it was all she could do not to be grouchy at the moment. She was tired, her feet hurt, and she just wants to go to bed. She was relieved she could leave the baby with her husband for a little while and get some peace, but she was also missing her little girl.
She hopes you appreciate she drove four hours to be at your surprise engagement party.
She glances over as she hears Sydney giggle, and narrows her eyes as she sees her little sister talking to the curly haired guy who kept staring down her dress.
He was much too old for her!
Sabrina supposed he was the same age as Chris, or there around, and that much age difference wasn’t okay!
Plus Sydney was ridiculously irresponsible and immature.
She needed another intervention.
And what did she even see in that man?
Sabrinas expression sours.
He was all tattooed and Sabrina had read about how different he was in some reviews of the band here and there.
Sydney wasn’t getting involved with someone like him!
What in the world made her think she could!?
Just because you thought it was okay to fool around with Chris —.
Okay.
Jesus.
Breathe.
Calm down.
Mommy hormones were in overdrive.
“Sabrina?”
“Huh?”
“Are you alright? You’re a bit red,” Mrs. Cerulli looks at her in concern, turning from your mother to look at your sister. 
“I just need a drink,” Sabrina sighs, setting her punch down. “A stronger one.”
~~~~
You giggle as you lean against Chris, standing on your tip toes as you kiss him in the elevator, your arms around his neck. He grins down at you, his hands creeping lower and lower down your waist.
He’d texted Devin already. 
Everyone should know you were coming.
He can’t stop grinning.
You were going to be so surprised!
Hugely!
You had absolutely no idea what was in store for you!
Ahh!
Although he knows you’re a little suspicious that something was up, but that was inevitable. 
He wasn’t good at hiding stuff from you.
“We’re almost home,” he murmurs, his lips brushing yours slowly.
If you leaned forward a little more, you’d feel the hardness of the box in Chris jacket pocket, not even an inch away from you. Chris has to keep catching your hands so you won’t run them across it accidentally. 
But it was almost time!
It was almost —.
The elevator door dings, and you both reluctantly pull away from each other, Chris brushing as his lips to make sure none of your lipstick was staining them before stepping out onto the floor, your hand clasped tightly in his.
Almost time!
~~~~
“Yknow, we could always check out the rest of the apartment,” Devin suggests softly, leaning his shoulder against the wall by your sisters head. “See what it looks like.”
A small smile curves Sydneys lips as her painted eyes flick to his.
She likes him.
She’s not an idiot, she knew he wasn’t going to ask her for her number of ever talk to her again, but she wouldn’t mind a quick tryst with a Rockstar.
As long as it’s not in your bed or anything because that would be gross.
Her eyes don’t waver from Devins, and for a moment, all the noise of the room fades, and it’s just the two of them. She bites her lip thoughtfully, pleased when his eyes flick down immediately.
“I don’t see why not?” she murmurs, letting her fingers slowly brush down Devins chest.
He grins.
Yes!
“Then follow me,” he says, quickly threading his fingers through hers as he leads her away from the chattering party and towards the hallway.
Sydney glances around quickly, but no one is paying them any attention, so she tightens her hold on his hand. She let’s him pull her into the darkened hallway and down to the last door on the left, all the lights off and making the way hard to see.
Devin glances back towards the party before nudging open the music room door, not bothering to turn on the lights as he steps inside.
Sydney could barely make out the outlines of instruments before the door is shutting and her back is suddenly being pressed against it. She inhales sharply as she feels his hands on her waist, his warm breathe suddenly against her cheek.
She was suddenly very glad it was so dark in the room, he couldn’t see her blushing.
​Thank god she wasn’t a virgin.​​
“I say we have maybe fifteen minutes before Chris and (Y/N) arrive,” Devin whispers warmly in her ear, her hands curling into his shirt sleeves, his body already pressing up against hers.
“Then we better make the most of it,” she murmurs, turning her eyes to his. 
She can just see him grin before he kisses her.
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