Not Without You [Chris Evans]

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Chris' POV

The snow started getting heavier as we made our way to my house in Boston. It was just two days before Christmas and today was the only day I was going to have Megan to myself all day long. Megan had insisted on getting some groceries before we got to my place, including some easily reheatable things from my favorite deli.

"I don't want to have to leave the house in this if we don't have to," she explained with a smile.

"I like how you think," I grinned, glancing over at her. "I told Ma we're in town and that we'd be over tomorrow at noon."

"So she won't call wondering where we are?"

"Exactly. Did you get a good nap in on the plane? You still look tired, baby."

"I did get a good nap - and someone kept me up most of the night so of course I'm still tired, Evans."

"I can't help it we have to make up for lost time - and I didn't hear you complaining last night."

"At least you make a nice warm pillow," she sighed, leaning her head on my arm. "I'm just always so cold in the winter."

"You and Sadie both," I agreed. "I think your feet are even colder than hers, though."

Megan snorted. "Poor Baz has to put up with that now. You're my foot warmer."

I smiled to myself. "Poor Baz my ass! I feel no sympathy for him - you know he wouldn't have it any other way." Seb loved Sadie to distraction and things had never been better between them, which was great - they both deserved a win for a change.

"When do you think he'll propose?"

"As soon as he thinks she'll say yes," I said bluntly.

"I saw the ring already, so you don't need to pretend you don't know he bought it."

"When did you see it?" I asked in amazement. "He hasn't even had it for that long!"

She gave me a look. "When I helped him pick it out and get the right size after talking to her sisters."

"Very sneaky of you," I laughed, relieved that she hadn't gotten him to spill the beans - he wasn't the only one that had bought jewelry recently. "I love it! So what did you get me for Christmas?"

"That's for me to know and you to find out. I already mailed your gift to your mom's house so you couldn't sneak a peek."

"You didn't!"

"I did!" she said, sticking her tongue out at me. "She told me to."

"Of course she did!" I said, running a hand through my hair. "Peek once -once - when you're 10 and you neveh live it down!"

"I love how being home again really brings out your accent," Megan laughed. "Nevah?"

"Wait 'til you hear me talkin' to my uncles if you think I'm bad now," I replied with a smirk, pulling into my garage and turning off the engine.

"Am I going to need a translator?"

"Maybe," I laughed. My accent wasn't usually that thick now that I'd worked with voice coaches, but it was always there a little bit.

"So what did you get me for Christmas?"

"I'm not tellin', but I wouldn't say no to a little persuasion, baby," I waggled my eyebrows at her and she laughed.

"You'd make a horrible villain," she said with a grin, leaning over and giving me a kiss.

"And why'd that?" I murmured against her lips.