The Christmas Con (Chris Evans x Reader)

Chapter 5

You awoke to the sounds of pounding feet and high pitched squeals outside your door. You frowned and nuzzled your face into the soft fabric under your cheek not wanting to get up yet. As you came to, you felt a hand tighten on your waist and a deep groan from under your head. That's odd, you thought. You slowly opened your eyes to orient yourself. You stilled as your brain started piecing together your current situation. You were curled with a hand resting on his chest, legs entwined, with Chris, who held you tightly to him in the middle of the bed.

His tightened his embrace and let out a big yawn, eyes fluttering open uncomprehendingly. He gave you a sleepy smile with half closed eyes. "Mornin', angel," he said in a husky morning voice that sent a shiver down your spine.

You knew the moment he came to, because the hand that had been rubbing soothing circles into your back froze as his eyes shot open, now fully awake and aware of who was in his arms. "Shit."

The two of you jerked away from each other as someone knocked loudly on the door. "Everyone decent?"

"Shit!" you whisper yelled. "Just a second," you shouted to the anonymous knocker. "I think we overslept. What time is it?" You hurriedly tried to straighten the mess of sheets. Chris, one handed, checked his phone and simultaneously pulled the bottom of his shirt down. It must have ridden up during the night but you didn't have time to wonder if you had subconsciously done it your sleep or he just moved around a lot.

"8:15." He said, hastily setting his phone back down and almost dropping it. He almost fell out of bed catching it before throwing it onto the table. You both scooted back against the pillows and got in an appropriate position. He awkwardly put his arm around your shoulders at an odd angle and you shimmied closer trying to make it appear like you always woke up this way and weren't completely uncomfortable.

"Come in!" You both said at the same time in a much cheerier tone than necessary.

The door opened just a little and your mom peeked in as though making sure there was no funny business going on. Satisfied, she walked fully into the room followed closely by Y/F/N and the gang of kids who proceeded to run and hop onto the bed.

"Your wake up calls decided to deliver the message in person," She said with an amused grin.

"It's Christmas!" Your niece cheered. "Time to get up and open presents."

"I thought you're supposed to have breakfast to build up energy for present opening?" Chris pretended to scold them before cracking a big grin.

"We're not allowed until everyone is up," Y/F/N's nephew Jackson stated, tugging on your hand.

"Now it all makes sense," Chris nodded sagely glancing over at you. "But, we're both so so tired. I think we might sleep for a few more hours," he discreetly winked, and you bit back a laugh. He gave an over exaggerated yawn and tucked his head into your neck pretending to go back to sleep.

"Yeah, I say we wait until tonight to open presents," you played along, patting Chris on the head as though shushing him back to dreamland. "To make sure we're all well rested.

"I agree," Y/F/N said with a very real yawn of her own. "Holidays are for sleeping in late."

The kids all gasped in horror before they scrambled off and ripped you both out of the bed in their excitement.

"You can have nap time later. Presents now," your niece instructed pulling Chris by the arm and putting all her weight into dragging him to his feet. He held onto her small hands so she wouldn't fall once he rose off the bed.

"I think you guys just want to know what awesome gifts Chris the Elf got for them, which means I can just tell you!" He gave a booming laugh and one-armed lifted her up off the ground as she clung to him giggling and swinging her feet in mid-air.