Three's A Crowd

Thirty Three | Party Planners Chris Evans & Sebastian Stan

Sebastian's POV:

"What..?"

"Yeah, we did cause... ya know."

"I leave you two together for what, just a couple hours, and the moment I come back I suddenly have a Twitter and Instagram account?"

Today was a sorta busy day. It's December, and Mama's staying with us for the holidays, thus, me leaving them unsupervised for just a couple of hours to pick her up from the airport. (m/n) will follow in a few days, and so will the kids, Carter, and even Gracie had agreed to spend Christmas here. I came in with one of her luggage bags as she had to stay outside for a minute due to a phone call. When I came inside, (y/n) told me she made me an Instagram and a Twitter with Chris, who was visiting like always before setting off for Boston in a week's time to celebrate Christmas with the family.

"How?"

"Phone number. You left your phone on the kitchen counter." Chris said, pointing at my phone, which was indeed, abandoned and left on the coffee table in front of me. "We just confirmed everything... and didn't put a password yet."

"Then how did you two make it at the same time?"

"Chris' laptop." (y/n) piped up from beside him, hand slightly raised up. "And... well, your phone."

I facepalmed, rubbing my eyes in exhaustion. I place a hand on my waist as I looked at the two, fidgeting around and just, telepathically having a conversation. "Just... just give it to me, I can't even with you two."

Chris handed me my phone, a victorious grin plastered on his face as I took it with a small scowl. I shook my head at them, putting in a password, as he gave (y/n) a high five. There wasn't any going back now, but that's alright. I needed one anyway. Just didn't... expect it to be this soon.

"Nu mi-ai spus că avem vizitatori?"

(TRNSLT: You didn't tell me we had visitors?)

Oh shit.

I turned around, seeing Mama with her large shawl over her shoulders and boot-cut jeans, coming through the front door with her head tilted up as she looked around the house, her luggage tugged behind her. It was her first time in a remarkably long time to have come back to me and (y/n)'s place in LA, as she always wanted to stay back in Romania, occasionally going to visit our house back in New York. (y/n) bounces to her feet and walks over to Mama, giving her a tight hug.

"Oh, îngerul meu!" Mama cooed, a few inches smaller than (y/n). I finish up the rest of what (y/n) and Chris had started quickly, knowing that I'd have to introduce Chris to Mama and (m/n), just before they get the wrong idea with every man we bring home.

(TRNSLT: Oh, my angel!)

"Hi, Georgeta." (y/n) said, pulling away from the hug with that signature sweet smile of hers as Mama took a good look at her, holding her by her arm gently as (y/n) did a little impromptu twirl.

"Goodness, I've missed you so much. Why don't I ever see you on TV no more?" she asks with a slightly confused look as (y/n) playfully shakes her head at the older woman.

"We got a movie showing in April, remember?"

"Bas' movie is showing in April too. Who's going with you?" she asked.

"Mama, suntem în același film," I said as I set the laptop down gently, reaching over to pat Chris on the knee, gesturing him to get his ass up for introductions. He complies, wiping his hands on his jeans as we both stand by (y/n). "Mama, this is Chris."