Stay {BWWM} C.Evans

Chapter 14

Author's Note: Rated NC17 for sexual content and language.

"Shh, shh, Christopher—oh my gosh, be quiet. You are such a mess," Simone giggled. "I should not have let you buy the entire business class whiskey shots."

"We were celebrating, WOO!" Chris cheered.

"SHUSH! The neighborhood is sleeping, Christopher."

"Oh right, shh."

He pressed a finger to his lips, but to the corner. God, he was so off. He stumbled around the living room, leaving one of his suitcases on the couch and another on the floor in the entryway. Simone shook her head with a laugh and found him in the kitchen, attempting to pour himself a glass of water. It was a bit of a struggle when he wasn't able to stand on both his feet for more than five seconds at a time. She watched him lean from left foot to right foot, stumble, pour water on the counter from the filtered pitcher then start over again.

"Hey, handsome, let me pour that for you okay?" She offered, taking the pitcher from him and pouring him a tall glass of water.

"Thank you beautiful baby," He slurred, nuzzling her neck with his thick beard. "Why—why am I so drunk? I only have...one...one two three...nine? No, six. I had six shots of fist-key."

"Whiskey?"

"Do you have some?"

"No, you had six shots of whiskey."

"YES! Yes I did. I'm super drunk."

"Well, a higher altitude gets you very drunk very quick, baby."

"Ah. Science."

"Yes, science."

Suddenly, Chris's lips were against hers and Simone giggled, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders the best she could.

"Mmm, are you happy to be home?"

"I'm happy anywhere with you," He murmured. "I'm gonna miss Paris though."

"Well, maybe we can go there on our honeymoon."

"That's an idea...or Bora Bora,"

"The place with the pretty water and the huts?!"

"Yes."

"Ooh, yes. Let's go there."

"See! We're...like, almost half way there with plannin'...mm, baby you look so hot."

"Thank you, Chris. But you need to sleep baby, so no fucking tonight."

"But..."

The corners of his mouth drooped and for a moment, Simone almost gave into his sad puppy antics.

"Nope, you're going to sleep, my love, then Tyler's coming over—oh I have to remind myself to take off my ring when Nina comes over."

"Why?"

"Because I'm gonna announce our engagement at the family barbecue this weekend." She answered.
"What time does your flight leave on....Friday, at the end of the month, Chris?" Pause. "Honey, what time does your—"

She turned around, smiling when she found Chris sprawled out on the bed, fully clothed save for the one shoe he managed to wiggle off before passing out.

"Christopher..." She cooed in his ear. He stirred for a moment, but stayed deep in his slumber. "Alright, goodnight baby. I'll take the couch."

Morning came smooth and soft for her, but the minute Chris's body registered consciousness he was in pain. He lifted himself out of bed, unhappy to find himself still clothed, so he stripped and hopped in the shower. Once he was out, he pulled on some boxers and sweatpants and left it at that so he could begin searching for his fiancée.