Stay {BWWM} C.Evans

Chapter 17

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

"Hey, sorry I'm late." Chris said, sliding into the seat next to her.

"Hey," She smiled, pecking his cheek before Chris began wrangling his jacket from his limbs.

Tyler waved wildly from the stage the minute he spotted Chris in the crowd, and Chris waved back with a beaming, proud smile. Chris began snapping photos and posting them to Facebook quickly, and Simone saw his phone light up with notifications from friends and family.

"I thought I wasn't gonna make it to see the beginning. My plane took off five minutes late and I knew I was already cutting it close." He leaned back in the cheap, blue plastic chair with a baseball cap pulled low over his face. Simone slid his sunglasses off his face and kissed his lips.

"You're here now – with two minutes to spare – don't worry about it." Chris slid his hand into hers, weaving their fingers together with a smile. "How's filming going?"

"Good." He smiled, scratching his chin where he was sporting the thickest beard Simone had ever seen on him. "They keep the set cold as shit, because they want your body to look locked up and shivering on camera. Plus, we're all wearing like four layers of clothing so it wouldn't make sense to have the set be seventy degrees." Simone inspected a small cut on the side of his neck.

"What's this?" She asked.

"I nicked myself shaving."

"It's a little infected," She told him, then dug into her purse for some antibiotic ointment and spread a small amount on the cut. "There you go, baby."

"You got some pain pills in there?"

"Baby, you're talking to a doctor." She laughed. "I basically have an entire first aid kit in my purse." Simone pulled out a small bottle of ibuprofen and Chris knocked them back with a water bottle he had carried in. "You okay?"

"Yeah, just got a headache from the flight." He slung an arm over the back of Simone's chair the minute the lights dimmed. Each student came out dressed as an American president and said some facts and a piece of their speech. Tyler was assigned to Andrew Jackson, and Simone had helped him make his outfit. "Oh my god, look at him. That's adorable." Chris whispered to her, filming his little segment. Luckily, not all 50 presidents were featured so it was over pretty quick.

Simone found Tyler in the crowd of kids and he ran to her, struggling to keep the white wig on top of his head. "Momma! Did I do a good job?"

"You did such a good job, baby. We're so proud of you."

"Daddy!" He grinned, hugging Chris's legs. "Your beard is big."

"Yes it is," Chris laughed, rubbing Tyler's back. "Missed you, buddy. Happy to be home." He squatted down to Tyler's height and grinned. "You did a brilliant job, my man. I'm so proud of you."

"Thank you, Dada."

"Simone!" A familiar voice caught her attention, and she smiled, seeing one of Tyler's friend's mother come up to say hello.

"Hi Diana!" Simone greeted the brunette woman warmly, pecking her cheek. "Alex did a wonderful job."

"So did Tyler, I'm so happy to see you here. I can give you Alex's birthday party invitation in person." She handed Simone a small, blue paper with transformers around the border and party information in the middle.

"He's already six? Oh my gosh, they grow up so fast."

"I know, it's crazy." Diana laughed. "Hi Chris, how are you?"