In Real Life Imagines

Christmas (Chance Imagine)

*I know it's November 2, but I'm excited for Christmas this year...so yeah!*

"Amber! It's Christmas! It's Christmas!" Brooklyn comes running over when Chance opens the door and hugs my legs tightly. I smile and crouch down to her height, tapping her nose lightly.

"I know beautiful! Are you excited?" I ask, admiring her little red dress she was wearing. Brooklyn nods happily and runs off again and I laugh, standing back up.

"She adores you, you know." Chance grins slightly and I smile, hanging my coat up on the hook by the door.

"I adore her just as much...and you of course," I tease, draping my arms around his neck lightly. Chance grins and pulls me against him, pecking my lips softly.

"Merry Christmas Amber," he mumbles softly.

"Merry Christmas Chance."

He takes my hand then and we walk to the kitchen together where his mom is making food for the night.

"Oh hi! I didn't even hear you come in!" His mom smiles and I hug her gently.

"What are you making?" I ask curiously.

"Everything!" Chance jokes, opening the fridge to grab two sparkling apple ciders, handing one to me.

His mom sticks her tongue out at him and I laugh.

"I'm making butternut squash ravioli with parmesan-crusted chicken and Caesar salad. There is homemade bread in the oven. The only thing left to make is dessert."

"Well can I help? You invited me over so it's the least I can do," I offer, setting my drink down.

"Oh that would be amazing! Thank you! The recipe is on the counter by the sink. Chance can get you all the utensils you need," his mom explains. 

I smile and pull my hair up into a bun on the top of my head and bump my hip against Chance's lightly. "Come on. You can help me."

Chance pretends to groan and I giggle as we set everything out on the kitchen table. Chance cracks the eggs and I start pouring in the flour as he mixes. I add a bit of baking soda and read the instructions quietly while Chance continues to mix everything together.

"Hey you've got a little something," Chance says, pointing toward my cheek.

"Where?" I brush my hand over my cheek to get rid of whatever he sees. Chance flicks his flour-covered hand at me, spraying flour in my face and I gasp.

"Right there!" He comments then. I huff and flick some flour back at him and he laughs, making me laugh too. He reaches over and gently brushes his thumb over my cheek, wiping off the flour. I smile up at him and brush the flour off of his nose softly. He smiles and kisses my forehead before he continues to mix. I take the bread out of the oven and prepare it for the brownies and cookies we are making. Chance pours the two mixes into separate pans and brings them over to me, and I place them in the oven carefully. We both wash our hands and Chance kisses his mom's cheek.

"We'll be back mom. We are going to go decorate the tree before the boys get here."

"Okay sweetie. Have your sisters come down and help too," His mom replies, waving her hand dismissively as she continues to work on the ravioli.

As we walk into the living room, Chance calls up the stairs. "Presley! Grab your sister and come help us with the tree!"

I hear tiny footsteps behind me and I turn to see Brooklyn coming out of her little play room. "I help! I help!" She cheers.

I smile and pick her up gently, resting her on my hip. "That would be perfect Brooklyn!" She giggles and smiles, clapping her hands together.

Chance smiles and watches us quietly for a moment as I walk over to the tree and grab one of the non-breakable ornaments and hand it to Brooklyn, helping her put it on the tree. She cheers again and I laugh, kissing the top of her head softly. "Good job!"