Fated (A Chris Evans Series)

Happily

When the official part of the wedding concluded, the celebration moved from one end of the property to the other. The guests made their way over to the reception hall first. The newly weds and their dog took some time to themselves before they had to go entertain their three hundred and fifty-six guests. They were overjoyed. They were married, it was official. The long engagement was over and their new life had begun. Their smiles were wide as they walked from the garden to the courtyard, even Dodger had an extra pep in his step. Denise felt Chris' wedding band brush against her finger and she giggled, tightening the grip she had on his fingers.

"What, Mrs. Evans?" He couldn't help but smile at that; his thumb brushed the side of her hand.

"Nothing, Mr. Evans." She giggled again then planted a kiss on his shoulder, earning one on the top of her head. "We should probably go join the party, shouldn't we?" Their vision stretched across the lawn to the reception hall that was bursting with people, chatter, lights, and music. "I'm sure everyone is wondering where we are."

"It wouldn't be the first time, let them wonder," he chuckled. "It's our wedding day." He pulled his hand out of hers and moved in front of her. With his hands on her waist, he gently steered her back into a wall. "I kinda wanna just..." He dipped his head and kissed her, lifting a hand from her waist to caress her cheek. She smiled against his lips, carefully running her hands through his hair. She wanted to do more than mess up his hair while kissing him, but there was still a wedding reception waiting for their attendance. "Tonight is going to be fucking amazing," he whispered. "And yes," a smug smirk formed on his lips, "pun intended." He chuckled when she did.

"It is, and I'm excited. But..."

"Like butt, or but?" He teased and she playfully slapped his arm.

"I'm trying to be serious here, Chris." Her giggly tone said otherwise.

"Okay, I'm sorry," he brushed her hair away from her face. "What is it?"

"I just-" she winced, "do you feel weird having sex while I'm pregnant?"

"What? No, of course not." He laughed when he realized she was expecting a different answer. "Wait, why? Do you?" She responded with a scrunched nose as she tried not to giggle at his furrow brows and quizzical smirk. "You've literally just brushed twelve weeks, babe. The baby's not even a proper baby yet, we don't even know if it's a boy or a girl."

"Yeah, but- he or she is growing inside me. I mean- don't you think us having sex while I'm pregnant is weird, like- our child is in the room with us?" She quizzed and immediately, he threw his head back and howled with laughter. "What?" She began to laugh too. He shook his head, eyes screw shut with a hand on his left pec as he continued to laugh. "Shut up," she playfully shoved him, blushing because she realized how weird she was being. "I'm just-" She couldn't think of a rational excuse for her irrational thought, making Chris laugh harder. "Stop, Chris!" She slapped his arm, laughing as hard as he was herself.

"You are so adorable," he squished her face in his hand and she grinned. "Don't worry, our little fetus doesn't have ears yet." He leaned in, kissed her cheek, and whispered flirtatiously in her ear. "You can be as loud as you want to be." She giggled and slapped his arm again. "Thank you for marrying me today, darling." He tucked her loosely curled hair behind her ear, brushing her cheek with his thumb. "You just made a simple man, very, very happy." He pinched her chin in his hand, lifting her head to peck her lips.

"Thank you for giving me the chance to do that," she whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck. He dropped both hands and rested them on her waist, resting his forehead against hers. "We wouldn't be here if you didn't fall for me, Chris. I've always loved you, getting me to agree to marry you wasn't going to be an issue."