I trudge into your humble home that I share with my husband, Chris. A long, drawn out sigh escapes my vocal cords as I close the door with a slam. I quickly throw your bags down on the ground and kick my shoes off.
Work today had been rough, stressing and boring. Chris has told me that I don't have to work- that's he'd bring in the money and keeps us both stable, which I didn't doubt. The only reason I hadn't taken his advice is the fear of not being independent, always took care of and never doing anything myself.
"Hey baby!" My joyful husband sang as he greeted me at the door. I hum in response and wrap my arms around his broad chest and put my head in the crook of his neck. He rests his chin on my forehead and wraps his muscles arms around my small waist.
"What's wrong?" He asks, concerned with mood.
"Work. It's stressful.." I duly responded.
Chris picks me up and I fold my legs around his waist, keeping my head nestled in his neck, and he brings me into the living room. Putting me on the sofa he picks the remote off the coffee table and puts Netflix on. He passes me the remote and excuses himself from the room.
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I'm covered in a soft, white, fleece blanket watching some episodes of Sherlock. The lovable husband walks back into the room and turns off the TV. I whine quietly and he chuckles with a small smile on his face.
"Come on, I've got a surprise."
I reach my hands out up toward him, indicating that I want to be carried because I can not be bothered to walk. He chuckles once again but gladly gets me in his arms.
He makes his way up the stairs and into the bathroom. My eyes widen as he puts me down in the bathroom. The baths is full of hot water that hold bubbles on the surface, fresh smelling candles are scattered around the room and soft relaxing music plays.
I silently thank him while I strip my clothes and submerge myself in the hot water, the water instantly relaxing my muscles. I look over at Chris and see him with love clouding his eyes.
"Care to join me, my love?" I ask, hopefully.
He shed his clothes as a response and sinks himself into the bath behind me. He pulls me flush against his chest and starts to massage my tense muscles. I relax immediately. After a few minutes of his magical hands and fingers working at my muscles he blows some bubbles at me and makes different shapes out of the soapy spheres.
"I love you, so much." He whispers.
"I love you too. I don't what I'd do with out you."
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Chris Evans/Character Imagines
Fanfiction*DISCONTINUED* These are imagines for the actor Chris Evans and the characters he has played. This is an 'x reader', so Y/N means Your Name. The upload schedule for this is is random, maybe mid to slow updates. Usually Female Reader! Requests Open...
