It had been a week since I'd been adopted by Chris, and I loved spending time with him. I would be woken up with breakfast in the morning, and I would go to sleep with a song Chris would sing to me. I was sad though, Chris said that he would have to start filming The Avengers soon. I was woken up by Chris tickling me.
"Stop!" I said between my laughs.
"Breakfast is served" Chris said pulling me out of my bed. I followed him to the kitchen, where the smell of pancakes filled the air.
"Pancakes are my favourite!" I yelled, racing to a chair so I could eat. They tasted amazing. Chris sat down next to me and started eating his pancakes.
"I've invited my family over today, they want to meet you." Chris said slowly, unsure of how I would react. I didn't say anything, I just ate my pancakes. "Is that okay?" He asked. I nodded. I was a little bit scared of what they would think of me.
A few hours later...
I got changed into a black and red dress (shown above) and but on some sparkly flat red shoes.
"You look adorable" Chris smiled, twirling me around. Chris was giving me a piggy back when somebody arrived at the door.
"What if they don't like me ?" I asked
"What's not to like about you" Chris replied holding me hand, as he went to open the door.
The afternoon went by quickly and his family were super nice. His parents told me stories about Chris when he was young, and all the embarrassing stuff he used to get up to. Chris went out with his brother (who is also extremely nice) and so his parents and sisters were looking after me. As much as I enjoyed spending time with them, It was now 7pm and I really missed Chris. Just then, I heard the door. I ran straight to him and he picked me up hugging me tightly.
"I missed you daddy." I said subconsciously, normally I called him Chris or Mr Evans.
"What did you just call me?" He asked tears beginning to form in his eyes.
"Daddy" I repeated snuggling into his hug.
