Chance ~ Chris Evans

26. Meeting my family

We slept, the day we arrived. Chris and I both had a jet lag, we knew we would have one, but I never thought it would be this bad. We both didn't even know we had fallen asleep, Chris woke up, waking me up too.

"What happened?" he asked me as he noticed I was awake too.

"I think we both fell asleep after we arrived," I told him, he nodded. I immediately contacted my sister, about what had happened. After I warned my sister I got into the shower and got ready to go home, to meet my family again. When I walked out of the bathroom I noticed Chris sitting up, playing with his hands in his lap, I knew he only did this when he was 'doom-thinking' as I liked to call it.

"What's wrong?" I asked him as I sat down on the bed beside him.

"Nothing," he answered me shortly, turning his attention back to his hands in his lap.

"Just doom-thinking," I told him, he immediately smiled at my newly-invented word.

"That's what you like to call it," he couldn't stop smiling.

"Stop being nervous, it's just my family Chris, they aren't going to kill you, they are going to interrogate you yes, but not kill you, not yet anyways," I told him, his smile immediately fated.

"Not yet?" Chris questioned.

"Look, you know how dad's react when their daughters come home with a boyfriend right?" I asked him, he nodded his head.

"Imagine how a dad would react when their daughter came home with a man from the other side of the world," Chris' expression changed into one that showed how terrified he was.

"But you also know how the fathers react when they noticed how much the man loves their daughter right?" I asked him, he looked at me.

"Look, my parents are probably the most terrifying people you're going to meet, my parents aren't fond about our age-difference, nor about you being an American, but once they notice how much I love you and how much you love me, everything will be alright okay?" I told him, Chris' eyes started to tear up but he nodded anyway.

"They just want to be sure you treat me right, that's all," I smiled to him, a few tears escapes his right eye, but he smiled back nonetheless. I kissed his lips lightly.

"Come on, time to get ready," I told him as I pulled him up. Chris immediately walked over to the bathroom and got ready.

After another hour in the bus we finally arrived in my hometown. We both walked to my home, which took us about 20 minutes, the station wasn't that far away from my home anyway. Nobody had recognized Chris just yet. Chris was wearing a hat just in case, and so was I. I rang the bell, hoping Poppy would open the door, so my mum would be even more surprised but luck wasn't on my side today.

"Tilly?" Mum asked me, gasping when she saw me.

"Mama!" I told her as I embraced her in a hug, she began crying in my arms.

"Mama, this is Chris, the man I told you about, he doesn't speak Dutch," I told her in english, so she would immediately understand what I was saying. The problem with my mum was that she could perfectly understand someone who was speaking french or english but she can't form her sentences, she has trouble speaking in another language.

"Hello Chris, I'm Chris," my mum told Chris, they both shook hands once Chris stepped into the house. I quickly walked further inside, still remembering how everything looked and where everything was placed, my mum and Chris both followed suit.

"Papa!" I yelled, I ran up to him and engulfed him in a hug. He hadn't even noticed me before I started to hug me, but he hugged me back nonetheless.

"Papa, this is Chris, he's my, well, my boyfriend," I told my dad, my dad immediately changed his expression into a cold one when he shook hands with my boyfriend.

"Chris doesn't speak Dutch just yet," I told him, immediately explaining why I wasn't talking in my native tongue.

"Aren't you the actor of Captain America?" my dad asked Chris, Chris immediately started smiling.

"Yeah, that would be me," Chris told my dad, my father didn't like this fact about him and his expression changed into a much colder one. The tension in the room was noticeable to everyone in the room, even our two dogs. Luckily Poppy just came downstairs and started running towards us.

"Tilly! Chris!" Poppy yelled to us, she first started hugging Chris before she turned to me. She didn't even hug me, she just smiled.

"What? No hug for me?" I smiled to her, knowing I wouldn't get a hug. Poppy wasn't a hugger.

"Sit down," my dad said to us, but mainly to Chris, I hope he was ready for his interrogation.