The Christmas Con (Chris Evans x Reader)

Chapter 2

"So, Y/N, what does that boy do for a living again?" Your grandfather asked while you helped him chop the vegetables for dinner.

You'd  been volunteered to assist, and Chris had been whisked away by the  women the moment you both entered the kitchen. They claimed they needed a  strong, tall man to help put the ornaments on the top of the tree. More  like they knew you were his only line of defense against their  interrogation and ogling tactics, and wanted you occupied. You knew  Chris could handle himself with your nosey relatives, but you doubted he  knew exactly what he'd gotten himself into.

"He's an actor,  grandpaw," you watched him warily as he shucked corn over the trashcan.  "Why do you ask? Dad said he'd told you about him on the phone."

He grunted. "Well I'm asking you,  now. I want to know what kind of man he is and if he's treating you  right. Otherwise, he might happen to disappear this weekend. These woods  can be offly confusing..."

"Grandpaw!" You guffawed,  getting distracted and slicing a potato to large. He looked down and  quickly cut it into smaller pieces before meeting your disbelieving eyes  and giving you a crinkled grin.

"I hope he doesn't expect you to financially support him while he pursues this career."

You laughed knowingly, "I can promise you he does not expect that. He's not exactly struggling in the money department."

"Good. You deserve better than a freeloader like Y/F/N's fool sister is stuck with."

"Be  nice," you chuckled. He finished shucking the corn and moved on to  preparing the hamburger ingredients for the barbecue. "And make sure you  add enough seasoning. You know Grandmaw hates it when the burgers don't  have any kick to them."

He waved a dismissive hand at his wife's  preferences, but added an extra shake of the bottle as a precaution. He  knew not to test her Christmas spirit. She'd given Aunt Helen the evil  eye for the whole trip in 2005 when she refused to listen to her and  properly season the turkey. The bland dinner wasn't even out of the oven  before Grandmaw whipped out a casserole she'd made before the trip and  stated she knew this would happen. Apparently she came prepared out of  spite. That was also the last year Aunt Helen cooked the family  Christmas dinner.

"He's a great guy though, really." He gave you a  'go on then' look, not satisfied. You sighed and thought about what you  appreciated the most about Chris. "Well, he's funny, and he opens the  door for me like a gentlemen, and brings my favorite ice cream just  because." You smiled to yourself as you thought about all the times he'd  shown up to your home with a bag of goodies ready to have a movie  marathon.

"Or, when I'm having a bad day, he'll put on my favorite  movie even if we've seen it hundreds of times. And, he's so thoughtful.  He'll always grab an extra biscuit from the store for me and he knows  how I like my coffee in the morning without asking. He also likes to  bring home cute trinkets that remind him of me when he's on location for  one of his movies. I can talk to him about anything, and he won't make  me feel guilty about any weird questions."

You paused, staring  down at the messy cutting board as you realized just how much those  little gestures meant to you, "he makes me call him when I get home to  make sure I made it back safe..."

"It sounds like he really loves you," he noted approvingly.

"He's just being Chris," You shrugged, feeling heat spread up your neck at his words.

"Does he do all that for everyone?"

You  tried to remember if any of Chris' castmates or exes ever told you  about meaningful little gestures. You vividly remembered one of his exes  being upset that he'd text you so much, but you assured her it was just  because their relationship was still new. That didn't go over to well.  If you were being honest, Chris never seemed as invested in his  relationships the way the women he dated did. You'd told him so before  and he brushed off your comments saying "they just weren't right for  me." He always joked the only women he needed in his life were his mom  and you. But, now that you thought about it, you were the only constant woman in his orbit that wasn't a relative.