*a Chris Evans fan fic*
Chris and his wife, Emery, are in Houston a few days before the Super Bowl to celebrate her 34th birthday
Word count: 1938
Drabble inspired by @faye22. She messaged me this morning to show me that today (February 1) is the birthday of actress Rachelle Lefevre, the ‘face claim’ for Emery Thomas Evans. I’ve never written Emery’s birthday, and since Faye admitted how much she missed Emery, I was inspired to write a quick lil something, something. Just some fun fluff!
When she enters the restaurant, every head in the room turns to watch the lovely redhead. In a black cocktail dress with a cut out design at the neck, her curls cascade down her back and her skin radiantly glows. Enjoying the warm air of the Southern city, her sweater is draped over her arm as she scans the restaurant. Seeing her handsome husband waiting at a table, she signals to the greeter and makes her way to the back, all smiles, only for him. He rises to greet her and all sense of decorum is lost as he picks her up off her feet and swings her around, hugging her tightly. Anyone sitting nearby can hear his declarations of love as he tells her how much he missed her. Setting her back down on her tiny heels, he towers over her as he bends for a kiss. Her lips are soft and pliant and meld to the shape of his. He pulls back slowly, remembering they are on display in one of Houston’s finest establishments, and with the Super Bowl only days away, paparazzi and media are everywhere.
He waves the waiter away, and gently pulls out her chair, waiting as she gracefully seats herself. He watches as she slowly crosses her legs, and wonders if she actually caved to his wishes. It may be her birthday dinner, but no panties would be a gift they’d both enjoy later.
She laughs at the wicked grin on his face, “No, Christopher. I totally ignored that text message,” she informs him as he sits down, instantly reaching for his hand. Sighing, she caresses her thumb over the back of his hand. “God, it’s good to see you. I don’t know how you do it. I’ve been in three cities this week, and it’s only Wednesday.”
Chris pulls his chair closer to his lovely wife, making sure his leg brushes against hers. Lifting her delicate hand, he admires the brilliance of the lovely engagement ring and sparkling wedding band that adorns her dainty fingers. Leaning for a kiss, he tenderly brushes his beard over the backs of her fingers and feels the tremble of her hand at his touch.
‘How long do we have to stay here?” he quietly asks.
She shakes her head, flipping his hand over in hers so she can also kiss the back of his hand, quickly touching her lips to his thick wedding band. ‘You scheduled the dinner; you tell me?”
“Let’s order dessert and leave,” he chuckles watching her eyes dance. “I know, I know. You’ve been traveling for days. I want to make sure you’ve got real food; sustenance. You’re gonna need it,” he promises.
“I’m exhausted. Is it wrong I just want to soak in the bubble bath, you wrapped around me making sure I don’t actually sink and drown?”
She eyes the wrapped box on the table, but ignores it, knowing it’s driving him crazy. He loves to give her little gifts, and she’s sure her birthday is his chance to go all out.
“Kitten, if that’s what you want for your birthday, that’s what you can have. You’re always so patient with me when I get back from traveling… So, like a 20 minute bath, forty minute nap, then birthday sex?”
Blushing when the waiter coughs to get their attention, Emery hides behind the menu, gently kicking him order the table for his crass behavior in a public place. She wouldn’t have him any other way. Chris waits for her to order, and she shakes her head. “I don’t care. I’m in Texas. Give me beef, medium rare, and potatoes,” she declares, laying the menu on the table. “Oh,” she exclaims, clutching the waiter’s arm, “and if he told you it’s my birthday, ignore him. I don’t want a scene.”
The waiter tilts his head to Chris. Chris chuckles. “Fine. Bring out the dessert in a to-go box later. Don’t make a big deal. It’s her birthday, she gets what she wants.” He clears up her order, ordering the steak exactly like she likes it, and requests the steak cut fries, because only Emery would want those in a five star restaurant, but it’s her birthday. He then decides filming for him is still a few weeks away, so he’ll take the same, forget the salads. “And add ice cream to go with the cake if you have any,” he requests.
“Because it’s her birthday?” the waiter smiles, making a note in the black leather portfolio.
“Because it’s my birthday,” she laughs. When he walks away, Emery takes a sip of her wine and asks, “Does a place like this even have ice cream?”
Shrugging his shoulders, Chris laughs, “No clue, but I told him earlier I wanted to make sure you were very happy tonight. Last year’s birthday was shi- not good.”
She laughs at his censoring, a hearty noise he misses when they are apart. Last year they had been apart on her birthday and she’d had the stomach flu. Due to a mishap with his phone, he’d been unable to reach her, and if it hadn’t been for Scott having her number, he probably wouldn’t have been able to talk to her at all for her big day. Not that she’d thought it was that important. He’d vowed he’d always make her birthday special, because if she’d never been born, he’d have no one to truly love and call his own. He’d even sent a big bouquet of flowers and a nice bottle of Scotch to her parents earlier in the day, thanking them for creating such a lovely woman just for him. He decides to ask her about that…
“Have you talked to your parents today?” he asks, sipping his drink and placing the glass back to the table, his hand grazing against her arm.
She giggles, “Of course, Mom thought it was beautiful and she cried. Dad wondered if you realized it was like thanking them for having sex?”
Blushing, Chris shakes his head. Sighing, he says, “Ugh, no actually, I did not think of it like that.”
She pats his arm to console the horrified look on his face. “It’s okay. He loved the Scotch. He says he’ll enjoy it Sunday while watching the game.”
Emery’s birthday had turned into a weekend long event, thanks to the Pats playing in the Super Bowl. She had scheduled some training session in schools between Savannah and Houston, and had been on the road all week, lecturing to math departments about how to be better teachers. She was scheduled for another presentation the next day, but would have off Friday to spend the day with Chris, with his family and her siblings arriving Saturday morning. Her parents would be unable to attend due to her father’s recent knee surgery.
“How’s the training going?” he asks, nodding his approval to the waitstaff when they deliver their meal to the table.
Placing her napkin in her lap, she sighs. “They don’t really care about the math; they wanna see Captain America’s wife. That’s all I am these days, babe, your wife.” Cutting into her steak, she sighs happily holding the bite to her lips. “And I am totally fine with that. I should put it on my website ‘Captain America’s Wife: Teaching is my Super Power.’”
“So instead of talking math and teaching, they ask… about me? Us?” he cringes. “I’m so, sorry honey. I know that’s not what you thought the consulting would be like.”
Shrugging her shoulders, she takes another bite of steak, holding in the sinful sound she longs to make. Real food. Not fast food or convenience store fare like she’s ‘feasted’ on all week. “It’s not so bad. I’m getting jobs; more and more schools want me to come give motivational presentations. I like the challenge of working with other teachers than just the ones in my district and I meet with some leaders at the state board of education next week. I’m going places!” She jokes.
“No retirement yet?” he asks, dipping a fry in the steak sauce.
She makes a face at him. “Chris, we’ve been over this before. I can arrange my schedule and be with you in Atlanta, but what’s the point of me quitting a job I like so I can travel around the country and sit in your trailer on set? I hate to be away from you, just as much as you hate being away from me-”
“No. No,” he interrupts. “I think you still like your times of solitude,” he accuses her.
She gives a wry smile, caressing the side of his cheek and scratching at his beard. “It’s too thick. I don’t wike it. Time to thin it down. Yes, ok. You’re right. I like being alone sometimes, not having to always pick up your socks; but that means I don’t love you any less than you love me. I’m just… independent? You’ve always known that… “ Taking a drink of her wine, she clears her throat and pushes her plate away. “I don’t wanna give up my job until we’re ready to start our family. I like the challenge.”
“Then let’s go start it now,” he smiles.
“We can practice,” she wiggles her eyebrow at him and they both dissolve in laughter as he signals for the check. “Bubble bath first, though.” She reminds him.
“Present first,” he replies. “You’ve waited long enough.” Leaning back he wipes his hands on his napkin as the waiter clears away their plates and Emery signals to box them up.
“You mean you’ve waited long enough. You wanted me to open that the minute I sat down.”
“You’re mean,” he teases, tugging on one of her red curls as he hands her the gift. “Why’d you make me wait? You know I love giving you presents.”
Playfully turning up her nose, she sniffs. “I’m not interested. It’s not a big enough box to be the Captain America crock pot I want.”
“You are certifiable, you know that?” he chuckles. “The crock pot and toaster will be waiting for you when you get home. I promise.” Placing his hand over his heart, he watches as she carefully unties the ribbon and lays it aside. Dropping the tone of his voice, he tells her, “Uh, don’t leave that here. That’s part of my gift for later.”
“I’m certifiable?” she teases. Leaning forward, she places her hand on the lapel of his suit and whispers quietly in his ear. “You’re the crazy sex fiend… Who’s tying up who?”
Throwing his head back in laughter, he reminds her it’s her birthday, so she gets whatever she wants.
Winking, she says, “Hmm… I’ll have to think on that.” She lays the box on the table and lifts the lid, dropping her chin to her chest to hold in her laughter at the gift in the box. Covering her mouth a giggle escapes as she pulls the new t-shirt for her collection out of the box and Chris says, “Babe, I thought it was just perfect for you! Happy Birthday, Emery…”
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