Labor of Love

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Labor of Love

*an Emery&Chris fan fiction*

By avenger-nerd-mom

Word Count:  2363

Summary: Chris and Emery finally welcome their new little one into the world.

April 2019

Walking back to his trailer, Chris fumbles for his phone, nearly dropping it in the bright sun. He squints at the screen, wishing he had his sunglasses with him. The sunlight is deceiving- it’s not as warm as it appears. But since the weekend is supposed to be warmer, he promised his nephews a day at the park Saturday. Watching them play soccer. He chuckles, remembering all the “hot soccer Dad” comments Emery told him about after the weekend press conference.

“Call Emery,” he speaks softly into the phone, waving at a group of fans standing across the street. His handler opens the trailer and he steps inside, flopping in the seat closest to the door. He waits to see her face, surprised when she simply answers as a call, rather than a video chat.

“Hey, Jellybean!” Emery weakly exclaims. “You about done on set today?”

Chris reaches for the call sheet on the other end of the couch. Glancing over it, he replies, “Yeah, about another hour or two. They wanna reshoot one scene, but it shouldn’t take long-”
“Was that an actual ice cream shop, or a set? You know I want ice cream.”

“Fuckin’ internet… You’ve already seen fan photos, haven’t you?” Chris chuckles. “Yes, it was a real store.” Ice cream has been one of her pregnancy cravings, along with steak and Capn’ Crunch Peanut Butter cereal.  He can’t keep track of her favorites from week to week. Hell, it’s probably changed in the few days while I was gone to LA for Endgame promo. “What do you want me to bring home?”

“Something with toffee, and pecans.” She says the word in her funny little Southern drawl, ‘pea-CANS.’ “Buttery, vanilla, not chocolate. But, babe, don’t bring it home.” She clears her throat. Stronger, she tells him, “I need you to bring it to the hospital.”

Chris sits up tall, dropping both feet to the floor, ready to jump up in action. “Hospital! Emery, are you in labor? Why didn’t you call me!”

“You’re a nervous Nelly. And I knew you were looking forward to today’s shoot. Labor’s gonna take forever. The only thing you’ve missed so far is me throwing up, more than once, and sleeping.” She yawns, making a little puffing sound. “Real exciting stuff.”

Dammit, she would keep it to herself, not to worry me… Throwing open the trailer door, he waves the closest staffer over. Holding the phone between his ear and shoulder, he grabs the man’s clipboard and scribbles, ‘Labor. Leaving. Top Secret.’ Pushing the board back to the shocked man, he lunges for his keys on the counter, exiting the trailer in two large steps and slamming the door behind him. “Tell me everything,” he growls into the phone.

There’s a pause, and he can’t hear her over the sound of the crowd yelling at him. “Chris, relax. If you rush outta there like a mad man, it’ll be all over the Internet before you can even get here. I don’t want fans or press showing up here. We talked about that. Call me back when you get to the car. I promise, you’re not gonna miss the birth of our baby.”

She sounds tired, worn out. “Em? Is everything okay?”

“Just get here.”

The phone line goes silent. Staring at the phone, he can’t believe she hung up on him. Or called him a ‘nervous Nelly.’ What even is that Southernism? He shakes his head, and makes a beeline to another staffer, trying to remember his plan of attack if this situation came about this way. Quickly explaining his predicament, he asks the man to get the ice cream, telling him to come find the unmarked sedan on the back of the lot. Chris smiles wryly at the man’s confused expression as he turns towards the car that’s been provided to get him to and from set with little recognition.

As the man jogs away, one of the executive producers walks up to Chris, pointing him in the opposite direction. “I heard. Congratulations,” he offers, clapping his hand on Chris’s shoulder. “Tabby’s gonna drive you. That’ll help you pull yourself together. I’ll send John over with the ice cream.” He speaks into his walkie talkie, relaying a new delivery point for the pint. “You can get outta here in just a few minutes. She doin’ okay?”

Chris shrugs his shoulders, his face expressing his unease. “No clue. She hung up. I’m guessing Ma is with her, but no one told me anything. That’s pretty fucked up,” he mumbles.

“Man, relax, women been havin’ babies for centuries. At least it’s early, and you’re not on another continent…” Chris bows his head, realizing how lucky he is for this small favor. “Call me with the news, and we can shift some schedules around. Take the family time you need.” He pats Chris on the back, passing him off to Tabby, the set intern.

“Family,” Chris sighs, his heart swelling with pride.

***

Settled in the back of the car, ice cream rested next to his thigh, Chris calls Emery again.

His mother in law answers the call. “She’s sleeping, Chris. The medicines make her fall asleep at the drop of a hat, mid-sentence. Want me to wake her?”

“Anita, just tell me. What’s wrong? I’m trying to get there as fast as I can.” He calculates quickly. “Traffic, this time of day, I can make it over there in about thirty minutes.”

“Believe me, son. You’ve got time. This little one is gonna be just as stubborn as it’s Daddy. Baby E doesn’t wanna say hello just yet.”

He nervously wipes his beard, watching out the front window as the driver maneuvers around traffic.

“Chris, she’s okay. Her amniotic fluid started to leak while we were on our morning walk. She wasn’t really having contractions or anything, but we decided to call Dr. Puckett. She was already at the hospital and told us to come in.” She breathes out slowly. “Emery’s having contractions, small but not enough to move the delivery along. Because of all the troubles she’s had, the medical team decided to give her Pitocin to speed things up, not put any more stress on her body.” His mother in law sighs. “She’s strong, honey. She’s gonna be okay. The medicines made her sick, but she’s walked around some-

“Why didn’t anyone call?” He swallows hard, trying to hold back his irritation.

“You know her, she wouldn’t let us. Said you were working, and Dr. Puckett said things were going to be slow. She begged your mom and I not to call you-

“Let me talk to Ma,” he barks, hitting his head back against the seat.

His mom’s soothing voice immediately calms him. “Chris, sweetheart. Everyone’s fine. She wanted you to work. The doc agreed it was gonna be several hours. You’re gonna be here. Baby E will be a week or two early, but healthy, and it’ll give you something to talk about on the the press tour besides spilling Marvel secrets.” There’s noise and a low moaning, almost a whimper. He taps the back of the driver’s seat and motions to drive faster. When his mother speaks again, she tells him. “The doc just came in here now, and it looks like they’re gonna attach a monitor around her belly. She’s waking up and you’ll be able to see her when you get here.”

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With only the sack of ice cream in his hand, he jogs down the long hallway. He tips his hat low to avoid recognition. Other new fathers carry flowers or stuffed animals, and somewhere down the hallway, a small baby cries. Normally the activity in the maternity wing would make him smile, but today he can only focus on one thing. His wife.

His love. His life. His whole world.

Nearing the room, he spies Dr. Puckett ahead, looking over a patient chart with another nurse. He stands back, leaning against the wall, clearing his throat and waiting for her attention. She lifts her head at the sound, smiling. With a small, delicate motion of her hand, she waves him over. “Chris, good to see you.” She shakes his hand, and nods to the nurse at her side. “This is Amber, she’s the best. She’s been with Emery all day, and plans to stay through, all right?” He nods. “Have you seen her yet?”

Crumpling the bag tighter in his hand, he shakes his head no.

“She looks a little pale, but she’s tough. Her body isn’t responding to the Pitocin, and she’s only dilated about four centimeters. With the amniotic fluid leaking, she does run a risk of infection-”

“Doc, is she going to be okay? I don’t wanna be an ass, but we can make another baby or adopt, but God help me, if anything happens to her-”

Placing her hand on Chris’s arm, Dr. Jamie Puckett’s exhaustion shows on her face. “Emery is fine, I promise, but the baby’s heart rate is dropping. The nurses are going to come in soon, and prep her for a C-section. I know that wasn’t really the plan, but in order to keep baby and Mom safe, I think it’s best.”

“Does she know yet?” Chris asks, trying to keep his voice steady.

The doctor shakes her head. “No, I was waiting till you arrived. Why don’t you go see her for a few minutes, and then I’ll be in and we’ll go get Baby E. You’ll be holding your baby within the next few hours.”

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Chris stirs from his chair as the nurse comes in, the morning rounds just beginning.

“Sorry to wake you,” she whispers.

Wiping the sleep from his eyes, he stands, his old bones creaking. Shit, maybe I’m too old for this Dad stuff, he thinks. “Didn’t get much rest.” The gravel in his voice is proof. He’d spent the night watching his wife and their tiny little one sleeping.

He needs coffee, in an IV, stat.

Memories of the night before flash through his mind, like a movie montage, nothing settled in place to seem real yet. The quiet afternoon, watching her sleep. Her strength and string of expletives when the epidural was administered. The rush to the operating room as both Emery’s and baby’s heart rates dropped. Suiting up in his new favorite uniform. Standing helpless, not wanting to see on the other side of the curtain. Holding their baby for the first time. Calling the mothers in for their first peek. The first attempt at breastfeeding.

The nurse checks some readings on the monitors, making notes in her charts. She quietly addresses Chris. “The pediatrician will be in soon, to check over the baby, and the lactation specialist. When your wife wakes-”

“I’m up,” says a sleepy voice. “Bring me my baby. And coffee. Can I have coffee? Like in an IV. Just inject it into my veins.”

Chris’s laughter draws her attention. He can see her struggle to turn to him. The drugs are still in her system, making all her movements sluggish.

“Hey, sexy Daddy. You thought the same thing, didn’t you?”

With tears in his eyes, he leans over and caresses his lips over her forehead. “You are mine, you know that, right?” The strong actor chuckles, weak in the knees. “You were made for me.”

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Grabbing the collar of his t-shirt, she pulls him close, tenderly kissing his plump, inviting mouth. “Yeah, and together we made something special, a baby. Ours-” She kisses him again. “I want it, and I want coffee.”

The nurse giggles, “Now, Miss Emery,” she says calmly, like talking to a petulant child. “We talked about that yesterday. No coffee yet, not if you’re going to breastfeed.” She smirks at Emery’s huffing. “But you can take a sip or two of his.” She tilts her head to Chris, as he gently climbs into the hospital bed next to his wife.

“Fine. Bring him one. A big one. Thank you,” she says as a second thought, remembering her manners. The nurse drops the chart in the holder by the door. “Oh, can you get me a cheeseburger?” Emery calls out as the nurse leaves the room.

“Babe, it’s barely eight am.” Chris teases, cautiously lifting her upper body from the bed to tuck her to his side, his arm resting gently around her shoulders.

“Don’t care.” She scratches her cheek absently. The skin is swollen and red from an allergic reaction to the mask placed over her face during her surgery. “I had a baby last night. I want what I want.”

Sitting on the bed next to her, his exhausted, amazing wife settles against his chest. He breathes deeply, inhaling her scent, and he feels his world fall into place.

“I’m gonna be hearing about that for months, years, aren’t I?”

She pokes him in the ribs. “Big enough they had to cut it out. You made a tiny monster.” She giggles, loopy from medications. She rubs low across her belly, wincing as her hands near the bandages covering the incision. “Almost seven pounds. How was that even inside me? How is that even possible? No wonder complete strangers stopped to ask if I was having twins!”

“You know,” he says, twisting her fingers into his hand and raising them to kiss the back of her fingertips, careful not to bump her IV, “it’s not an ‘it’ now.”

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“‘It’ has Daddy’s eyelashes.”

He chuckles, kissing the top of her head. “‘It’ has Mommy’s red hair.”

Before they can finish their verbal tease, she falls back to sleep peacefully. He continues to sooth his fingers through her hair, enjoying their last few minutes alone.

“Love you, forever, Em.” Squeezing her tightly, he lays back against the pillow, hoping to get some more rest of his own.

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With the little bundle snuggled in his arms, wrapped tightly in a Captain America blanket, Chris steps into the lounge, full of family and friends. “Hey, everyone,” he says with enough authority to garner everyone’s attention, but not to wake the baby. “Thought you’d wanna meet Kaileigh Grace Evans.”

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Author’s Note: Remember in Surprises Ahead? Emery tells Chris, “Read it with a Southern accent. The first syllable? Rhymes with ‘thai.”

**Images found on Pinterest**

Story will update when Muse strikes. I actually wrote a baby story 3+ years ago, but in the vision I wrote from, I didn’t know the baby’s name or gender. In February 2019, the name just popped in my head one morning while I was in the shower! Until that moment, I had no idea if it was going to be a little boy or girl for the Evans’!

If you want to know more about Emery and Chris, read the novella Georgia on My Mind, and their additional stories

Copyright © 2019 avenger-nerd-mom. All rights reserved. Intellectual property of avenger-nerd-mom

 

Surprises Ahead

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Surprises Ahead

An Emery&Chris story

By avenger-nerd-mom

Word Count: 3137

Warnings: Language, Domestic Fluff, so cute it’s sickening

Summary: Emery is fed up with snowy Boston winters and misses her hard working husband.

Previous Chapter, Christmas Presents

February 2019

Tired from a long morning on set, and travel, actor Chris Evans really just wants to crawl in bed and sleep for a few hours. But there’s more work to be done before he can rest. Turning into a familiar spot, he places the car in park, just as his phone begins to ring. Pulling the phone from his pocket, he doesn’t even bother with hellos. “Hey, Kitten, I was just getting ready to call you. I-”

“Christopher Robert!” Emery’s voice shrills through the connection. “You called Dr. Puckett’s office?”

Removing his sunglasses, he rubs his hands over his face. “Shit, they told?” He rests his head against the plush headrest, not really surprised.

“Of course they did. They had strict orders not to give out any information, in case I was being followed to appointments by paparazzi, or whatever.” She huffs and the sound of metal clangs.

“What are you doing?” He asks, sitting up and shifting in the seat. He looks around his surroundings and frowns. “You’re not supposed to be moving around too much.”

“For your information, I had to pee. Baby E is pressing on my bladder. I went to the bathroom, is that okay with you?” Even her Southern drawl is unable to hide the irritation in her voice.

He bites back his chuckle, stretching his legs and pulling the key from the ignition. “I suppose, if you must.” He laughs when she calls him an ‘asshole’ under her breath, his favorite term of endearment. “What’s the other noise I hear?”

Emery sighs. “I’m doing laundry. I was sick, again, this morning, so the sheets needed to be washed. And I’m supposed to get some movement in during the day. I was going to finish this up, eat some lunch, and then take a nap. Hopefully dream about my favorite actor,” she giggles. “He’s kinda cute.”

“You are talkin’ about me, right? I’m still your favorite?” Chris reaches for the bag in the front seat next to him. Getting the conversation back on the original track, he says, “Okay, so I get the doctor’s office isn’t supposed to give out information, but I’m your husband. They even asked for the password, in case I was scamming them. That was good thinking, by the way.” He climbs down out of the rented SUV, and stretches his legs. “You seriously told them not to tell me anything without a written note and video approval?”

He shakes his head, remembering the phone call with the office staff yesterday. He’d made the secretary repeat herself. ‘Yes, Mr. Evans. Sorry, it says here in the chart you are, and I quote, ‘a sneaky liar and can charm anyone’ and we aren’t supposed to give you that information without a written note and video. And if you question it, we are supposed to tell you the video is required in case you might try to forge your wife’s signature.’

Downey had a good laugh over that one, knowing his young bride had his number pegged. ‘Man, she’s got you by the balls. I knew I liked her!’

He reaches for his bag from the back seat, and slings it over his shoulder.

The washer door clangs. “I knew you’d get itchy and want to know. I can’t believe you tried to go behind my back and ask MY doctor the sex of our baby.” He hears the plastic basket drop to the ground. “It’s the first time I’m ever gonna get a surprise and know I’m gonna love it, no matter what it is.”

“I was a surprise,” he says, balancing the paper sack in his arms and reaching for another key in his pocket. “You weren’t expecting me to answer your dating profile.”

“Evans, I’m still not sure I like you,” she sneers. “You know I hate surprises. Oh shit. Hang on. I’m gonna have to call you back. Someone’s ringing the doorbell.”

“It’s probably Joanna’s kid. Wasn’t he supposed to come by and shovel the driveway today?”

“Yeah, but he had three other jobs lined up too. How can I hang up if you’re still talking to me?” He can hear her patter towards the door and he can’t wipe the smile from his face.

The door flies open and a blast of cold Boston air pushes her hair back, loose tendrils swirling around her. “Chris!”

Wrapping his free hand around her waist, Chris gently picks her up off the ground and carries her back a step or two. He kicks the door closed with his solid boot and sets the food down on the stairs before wrapping his other hand under her tousled hair. “God, I’ve missed you. I hope you don’t mind this surprise.”

Placing her on the ground, he bends to kiss her lips tenderly, sucking in her breath. He laughs at the salty tears streaming down her face and kisses the tip of her nose. “I missed you too much, Kitten,” he whispers.

She grabs his sweater and buries her face in his chest, inhaling deeply. “Oh honey, this is the best surprise yet. I really wasn’t expecting you. I was getting too worried about flying to LA alone.” She steps closer and wraps her arms around him, digging her hands in his back pockets. “You smell so good. I need this. Need you.”

He sways on his feet, rocking her gently side to side, to a silent rhythm only he hears. His hands caress over her tangled hair, and he kisses the top of her head. Several moments pass, before a quiet ‘meow’ is heard on the stairs and a little paw scratching at the bag.

“I know you hate surprises. But are you up for another one?” He turns her slightly to see the bag in question. The cat turns and runs away.

“Tasty Burger?” She smiles, her nose sniffing the air. “What’s in the sack?”

Chris grabs her hand in his, and the bag with the other, leading her to the kitchen. “I didn’t know what you’d want, so I got a selection. Fries and onion rings, the chicken parm sandwich and some burgers. And a chocolate milkshake.” He reaches into the large bag, pulling out the peace offering and handing it to her.

She takes a sip, the thick, chocolatey nirvana slowly reaching her lips. She looks down into the large bag, pulling out a sack of fries. “All of it. I want all of it,” she says, grabbing an onion ring looped over some fries. Emery tucks her hand under her growing belly and pulls herself onto the bar stool at the counter bar. “I’m not kidding. I want some of the chicken parm and a burger.”

Chris taps her ass, turning around and taking a knife from the block by the stove. “Fine. We’ll share.” He hands her the utensil. “You cut and decide which part you want, I’ll eat the other half.”

“Which burger?” she asks, nibbling on a fry and unwrapping the chicken sandwich.

Walking to the fridge, Chris opens the matte silver doors and gets two water bottles. “The one with bacon? I think it has gorgonzola cheese on it.”

“What kinda weird Italian crap is that? We don’t have that down South. Kraft and Velveeta. That’s what goes on a burger.” She smiles, teasing him, licking the tomato sauce from the chicken sandwich from her thumb. Biting into the crispy chicken, a glob of the sauce dribbles from her lip. Chris reaches over and tenderly scoops it off, licking his own thumb.

“You’re adorable when you pretend to hate it up here. But Scott sent me pictures of you playing in the snow the other day with Carly and the kids. Admit it, you love it?” Chris asks, hopeful she does indeed love his hometown as much as he does.

“I just wasn’t expecting you to be gone so much this winter, while I’m pregnant. That’s all. I hate feeling like everyone has to take care of me.” Emery chows down another bite of the chicken sandwich, breaking off the stringy cheese with her finger. “I don’t know my way around yet, and Shanna and your mom watch me like a hawk. No one will let me drive in the snow… I don’t feel very independent.”

Chris nods, understanding. “I have a job down South, in a few weeks. Would you like to go home, stay in Savannah, see your family?” He takes a handful of fries, under her watchful eye, and shoves them in his mouth.

Her eyes light up as she bites into an onion ring, pulling the onion from the fried casing. “I’d love that, but we have to see what Dr. Puckett says.” She drops the onion on her plate, but eats the crispy coating. “She was already a little nervous about me flying in a few days.”

“So am I,” he admits. “That’s why I’m home early. I don’t want you flying alone. All of your flight details have been changed, Lucy took care of it.” He looks away from her glare. “I know you hate the idea of your own personal assistant, but it’s been a big help, as long as you keep her in the loop. She’s gotta know your speaking engagements at schools so you aren’t double booked like you were with that magazine interview.”

“I got along just fine handling everything, I still don’t see it’s necessary.” Her new PA annoys her, but she’ll admit, she hasn’t really given the younger woman a chance yet.

“You have pregnancy brain, and keep forgetting things, Em,” he says softly, caressing her arm. “After the baby comes, and the press tour and baby stuff is all over, we can let her go if you really don’t feel you need her. But it makes me feel better knowing you have someone else looking out for you.”

Emery purses her lips. “Okay. Fine.” Her voice is not fine. “She’s temporary. So what changes did you two make without telling me?”

Chris swallows hard, pulling his hand back. “Point heard. Ok? We’ll talk things out. I just wanted to come home, and surprise you. I thought it would be a nice surprise?” He looks at her with puppy dog eyes and smiles when she nods her head. “We can fly out Tuesday, after we see Dr. Puckett, or we can wait and go Wednesday like you originally planned, but we’ll go out to LA together. You still have fittings for your dress Thursday, but the rest of the week is just us, relaxing.” He picks bacon from his sandwich, savoring the smokey flavor. He keeps quiet, holding out another secret from her. He doesn’t want to ruin the surprise that the Downeys and Ruffalos are planning a baby shower for her Friday night when they’re all in LA together. He nibbles another piece of the bacon. “I don’t know when my rehearsals are scheduled yet. Fuck, I hate presenting.”

“Oh, but you look so damn good in a tux. So confident. The Oscars are kinda boring, but watching you makes it fun. It always has for me.”

“Well, at least one of us enjoys it.” Chris stands on the rung of the bar stool and reaches across the counter top. “What’s this?”

“More names, just scribbles really.” Taking a big bite of the burger, Emery moans appreciatively. “That’s good shit,” she whispers. “Gorgonzola. Who would have guessed?” Going in for another bite, she quickly drops it onto the wrapper, clapping her hands together excitedly. “Oh my, God. I know. I have her name! It came to me the other day.”

“I thought we already decided,” Chris says, dragging a fry through the tomato sauce on the chicken parmesan sandwich. Deciding on baby names has been a constant give and take between the pair, trying to come up with something ‘just right.’

“No, you liked it, and I said no combination with anything remotely similar to any ex’s name. That really rules out a lot of names, Babe.”

He playfully swats her shoulder. “So you’re thinking that bump is a girl now?” Chris rubs his hands over her belly, grinning when he feels a little kick.

“I think it’s a soccer team. Whatever it is, it kicks too damn much, makes me pee all the time,” she happily caresses the bump, “and I’m still not over morning sickness yet.”

“This will be a fun flight to LA.” He bemoans quietly, withering from her glaring look.

Emery rolls her eyes and pulls a pen from her hair, her coppery red curls cascading around her shoulders. “Here.” She scribbles something on the page, tearing off the corner and handing it to Chris. “We’re agreed on a middle name, right?” He nods. “Read that. Tell me what you think?”

Looking at the paper he says the name she’s written.

She shakes her head. “No, that’s not right. Read it with a Southern accent. The first syllable? Rhymes with ‘thai.’”

Chris hides his smirk. “If we give her a ‘southern accent name’ no one is ever going to say it right.” He tries again, following her advice.

She grins. “Say it again. With the middle name. The whole thing.” He does, adding the middle name they’ve agreed on and their surname Evans, and she beams with pride. “Don’t you love it?”

He holds back his thoughts, seeing her happiness. “Ok, I wanna hear you say it.” Coming from her lips, the name sounds so much better, with a distinct Southern charm. “Emery, I don’t know… It is, it is very pretty. But this spelling?” He holds up the scrap of paper. “I thought you wanted to make sure to have a ‘normal’ name, seeing how students with difficult names often struggle with it in school.”

“Anyone with language studies could figure out the phonetics, besides, her father is Captain America. Her name will have been heard in interviews, written in magazines, many times before she even starts school.” She takes another french fry. Midchew, she stops and yawns. “Will you at least think about it? I really love it.”

He nods, wrapping up the leftover food. Stealing the milkshake, he takes a long drag from the straw. He’s pretty sure they’ve just decided the name, if Baby E is a little girl. Lord help him, they’d both have him wrapped around his fingers!

He doesn’t really care, as long as the baby is healthy, but deciding a name is so daunting. So many factors involved, and ultimately the name becomes part of the child’s personality. He’s grown used to the name Emery’s presented for a son, based on her family’s traditions, since before they even talked about having children, but their discussion of girl names keeps going back and forth. The list of scribbled names on the pad in front of him is an indication of their indecisiveness.

Until this new name, this name that rhymes with ‘thai’ as the first syllable.

The name that easily rolled off his beautiful wife’s tongue, sounding so right to his ears.

“Have you screamed it yet?”

Emery smiles. “Echoes through the house perfectly. She’ll know when her little behind is in trouble.”

Chris laughs, remembering her mother’s advice. ‘Just make sure it’s a name that rolls easily when you scream it, when you’ve gotta let that kid know he’s in trouble and better come running.’

“Did you check the monogram?”

She swats his arm again, sticking out her tongue. She’d already turned down three names, knowing the monogram would be awful. She’s a Southern momma. Baby E is gonna be swaddled in monograms! She blushes. “It’s not great, but it was like this little voice was saying it to me, like she’s telling me her name.” She rubs her hands lovingly over her belly.

“You heard it, huh?” He asks, doodling the monogram on the pad of paper. He can’t control his gut busting laugh, slapping his hand to his chest for her benefit. “Oh, that’s rich, honey!” He laughs louder as she joins in. “Our brothers are gonna have a field day with that.” When his laughter dies down, he wipes his eyes. “And you swear you didn’t ask Puckett if it’s a boy or girl?”

She crosses her heart. “I swear. And based on old wives tales, I have no idea. It comes out 50/50 every time we swing my ring over my belly, or do the pencil thing.” She shrugs. “The pencil test shows the miscarriage, a boy and a girl.”

Chris rolls his eyes at the legends of the old ways. “Emery, please tell me you don’t believe all that.”

Her voice drops. “Your aunties sure make it seem real.”

“If it was real, Shanna would have five sons by now,” he reminds her, unable to hide his skepticism.

“Whatever.” She yawns, tugging her hands through her wild mane of hair, trying to settle it. “I like the name. It means you can’t tell your mom.” Emery looks at him pointedly. “I like this one. Don’t ruin this name. You know that’s why your number one choice is no longer on the table, right?”

He bows his head. “I know. I got too excited,” he confesses. “But when she starts asking me questions, sometimes I can’t help myself.”

Sneaking the last fry from his wrapper, she smiles. “Just do what I do. I’ve been telling my mom we’re naming the baby ‘Brady,’ regardless of the gender.” She wads up her napkin. “That went over well with her church group.” She giggles. “I think they’re praying for us now. One of the ladies, my old Sunday School teacher, sent a quilt she made, Patriots colors, and wished us luck on our Yankee baby.” She laughs, pointing to the pile of gifts on the table. “Some things from your family are there, too. Names I didn’t recognize, so we need to open them together.” Emery yawns again.

“Maybe later, after you nap.” Chris helps her down off the stool. “The couch, or upstairs?”

Emery pats his arm, reaching for the sack of remaining food, and puts it in the fridge. “I try not to go up and down the stairs any more than I have to.” She turns back around and drinks down the last of the milkshake. “The couch in the office,” she nods down the hallway, “is wide. I’ve been taking naps there. It’s big enough we can snuggle down together?”

Aiming his napkin for the trash can, he shoots. It bounces off the side and lands on the floor. Blushing, he rushes up to it, retrieving his trash and dropping it in. “A nap sounds like the perfect way to spend a winter afternoon.” Turning off the kitchen light, he places his hand on the small of her back. “Lead the way, little Momma.”

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Snow Fun

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Snow Fun

An Emery&Chris story

By avenger-nerd-mom

*Since I’m home sick with strep throat, how about a little Emery drabble?*

Word Count: 1726

Summary: Pregnant Emery can’t enjoy the slopes during the New Year holiday, so she keeps busy with online shopping and cocoa with Scott

Previous Chapter, Bun in the Oven

January 2019

“What are we looking at?” Scott asks, rounding the corner of the couch with two mugs of hot chocolate in his hands.

Emery doesn’t even look up from her phone screen as he eases down on the couch next to her. “That smells like heaven.” She smiles, holding out her hand for the mug.

“Careful, don’t burn yourself,” he advises, leaning onto his side to pull a box of cookies from the large front pocket of his hoodie.

She flicks her thumb over the pile of whipped cream atop the steamy mug and quickly licks it away. “He assigned you to babysitting duty?” she teases.

Scott rolls his eyes, peeling back the sleeve of cookies and offering her one. “I volunteered. I had enough of their testosterone on the slopes yesterday.” He shoves the whole cookie in his mouth and moans in delight. “I swear they were ready to start a pissing contest to see who could write their name best in the snow.”

Laughing, Emery pats his arm. “No contest, the Evans boys are the biggest dicks I know.”

“Hey! I’m not a dick, I have a big d-,” he boasts, tugging down on his jeans. He edits himself, withering under her heated glare. “Jeesuz, you put up with a lot of shit from us,” he laughs, resting his head against her shoulder.

She kisses the top of his head. “Cuz I love you both.” Emery turns the phone to him. “I’m looking at stuff for the baby’s room. Tracking orders.”

“You don’t have the new house yet. Where’s it going to?” Scott takes her phone and flips through the pictures.

She points to the rocking chair she adores. “Chris picked that out. He says it’s like the one he remembers at Nonna Capuano’s when he was little.” Scott looks closer at the phone. “All the stuff so far is in your mom’s garage.”

Scott nods. “It does look like the one she had, that’s pretty amazing.” He continues to look at the pictures while she breathes down his neck. “That crib is beautiful. It converts when the baby’s older?”

Finishing a sip of the hot chocolate, she dips her head. She points to the back of the crib. “Yea, this part detaches and becomes a headboard for a toddler bed. But the baby won’t be using that for awhile. Carly is giving us the baby bassinet back with all the proper bedding, so the baby will sleep in our room for awhile.”

“Every Evans baby has slept in it,” Scott says quietly.

She brushes his arm tenderly. “Don’t be that way. Your life is no different, you can surrogate, or adopt. We’ll keep the bassinet in use for a few years, and then you can have it.”

He raises his eyebrow before popping another cookie in his mouth. “And just how many little Evans babies do you plan to make, Miss Emery?”

Patting her belly and smoothing her hand over the stretched out Pats jersey, she sighs warmly. “Two or three? I don’t know. Depends on how much trouble this one is, and what Chris really decides to do with his career after hanging up the shield.”

Scott offers the lovely pregnant woman another cookie. “You still upset he took all the jobs this winter and spring?”

She furrows her brow and twists on the couch to get comfortable. At 26 weeks along, she can’t ever seem to be comfortable anymore. She remembers their small tiffs over taking extra jobs. The Greenland job was supposed to film in October, and kept getting pushed back. She shakes her head, straightening out her leg in front of her.  “Your brother had a typical ‘I’m gonna be a dad’ freak out moment, and started worrying about how to pay for a kid. No, I’m not mad he took extra work. And I can still travel some, to go be with him. And I have family in Birmingham, so that’s a plus.” She taps a quick note on a memo pad feature on her phone. “I just don’t wanna be in the new house without him. That’s where we’re really supposed to start our life together, it’s truly ours.”

“He’s a cheapskate and you still clip coupons. How can he freak out about money?”

She laughs, throwing her hands to her thighs, barely reaching over her belly. “Because your brother can be a troublesome worry wart. I told him if all else fails, he can be a stay at home dad, and I’ll go back to teaching full time.” She begins to rock forward on the couch, trying to get leverage.

Scott laughs and pushes her ass up. “God, that could be reality TV gold. Chris trying to Mr. Mom all day.” He chuckles, his eyes glazed over as he pictures it. “Hey, where do you think you’re going?”

She brushes the cookie crumbs away that landed on her little belly shelf. “I’m supposed to walk and get some fresh air.” She holds out her hand. “Come with me.” He rises from the couch. “I discovered yesterday if I go out the basement garage door, it’s a straight walk to the little ski shop. The path is clear and it’s been treated so it doesn’t ice over.”

Scott follows her to the mud room, stepping aside so she can rest on the bench and pull on her boots. “Need help?”

She swats his hand away. “I’m perfectly fine.” She huffs for air, reaching forward for her new snow boots. “Chris was irritated I went alone yesterday and didn’t tell anyone. So today, you’re keeping me out of trouble.”

“Em, those are the most ridiculous snow boots I’ve ever seen. They look like they came from the kids’ department,” Scott laughs, stepping into his own boots.

She tugs on the other boot, and reaches down to pull the velcro strap tight. “Because they did. And they were on sale.” She laughs. “I’m a cheapskate too. No worries about us filing for bankruptcy, ever.”

He shakes his head. “You’re both certifiable. It’s a miracle you found each other.”

She grabs his forearm and hoists herself to a standing position. “You go down the stairs in front of me, that way if I fall, you can catch me.” He laughs again, and she plods down the steps slowly, holding on to the rail tighter than necessary. “Did I ever thank you for that?”

Already bundled up with a scarf wrapped around his mouth, Chris’s younger brother mumbles, “For what?”

The tiny pregnant woman places her free hand on his shoulder, squeezing through the layers of his thick winter coat as best as she can. “Thank you for getting him to sign up for online dating. I can’t remember my life before, and can’t imagine where I’d be without him.”

At the bottom of the steps, Scott turns to her, wrapping his arms around her as she begins an emotional cry. Patting her flaming red hair, his gloves create static and flyaways pop all over her head. “It’s okay, Em, you don’t have to worry about those things.”

The pair jump apart when the side door opens and they’re momentarily blinded by the bright sun bouncing off the snow.

“Scott! I didn’t tell you to make her cry!” Chris rushes in, stepping between his wife and his brother.

Emery sniffles, smiling up at her husband’s handsome face. “Oh, he didn’t do anything. You know that. I cry at commercials and torn pantyhose these days.” She reaches up to caress his beard, his coat of scruffy ‘fur’ wet from a morning run down the slopes. “I didn’t expect you back so soon.”

“Well, I can see that,” he fusses, looking over his shoulder to his brother. “Catch you two, canoodling in the garage.” She playfully pushes on his chest. “Shame, shame. I expect if of you, but not from him.”

“Christopher Robert Evans! You take that back! No jokes about cheating. You know I hate that.”

The anger flashes in her eyes and he knows she’s truthful. He bows his head sheepishly. Her pregnancy dreams have been awful, fearful he’ll stray while he’s away working. He silently vows to himself to stop teasing her about it. Silly girl should know better. There’s no one else like her anywhere. “I’m sorry, kitten. I was just teasing. I won’t let it happen again.” He brushes his thumb over her tear stained cheek and his eyes are solemn. “Scott, Adam’s waiting for you up at the ski shop. Why don’t you go on? I’ve got plans with my girl this afternoon.” He kisses the top of her head as she waves bye to Scott, thanking him for the hot cocoa and company. “Come on, I wanna show you something.”

In the driveway, he proudly presents a snowmobile to her. “Come on. Our guide told me if I just travel this sidewalk, about a mile past the ski shop is an empty parking lot. Smooth and flat. We can ride in circles for hours. The fresh air will be good for you.”

The set up is something she’d never seen before. It looked like a modern golf cart with skis on the front where tires should be, and treads on the back, like a tiny tank. The seats had belts and a roll bar over top, with a high shield of plexiglass to protect them from snow hitting them in the face. She walks over and runs her gloved hands over the shiny finish. “You sure it’s safe?”

“Would I do anything to put you or Baby E in danger?” He walks over and opens the small door. “We’ll go down to the ski shop and turn back if you don’t like it.” Settled in, he helps her adjust the harness strap over her shoulders and pulls tight to make sure the buckle is secure. Kissing the tip of her nose, already turning red from the cold, he hands her a helmet from the back, “Just to be sure.”

“You better get a picture. The mothers will never believe this,” she laughs, smiling for a quick pose alone and a selfie of the two of them before she dons the helmet.

Strapped in himself, he turns to her with the helmet shield up, so she can hear him. “Ready?”

“Always ready for any adventure with you, Jellybean!”

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Sunday with Grandad

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Sunday with Grandad

By avenger-nerd-mom

Chris and Emery visit her ailing grandfather. The old man gives them marital advice.

Warnings: language, fluff

Word Count: 2292

Get to know Emery and Chris in their novella Georgia on My Mind

July 2018

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Chris smiles down into the car, helping her get settled and handing her the tray of cupcakes to hold. She reaches up and pulls down on his tie. “This will make him happy.”

“I sure as hell hope so, cuz if Ilaria saw me now, she’d totally give up, thinking I’m a lost cause,” he says, smoothing down the striped tie from the mid-eighties.

Emery rolls her eyes, moving her feet into position on the floorboard. “She’s seen you in the track suits you still wear. Fratboy wanna-be. She gave up hope a long time ago. Why do you think Seb gets all the modeling gigs?”

“Because he’s a pretty boy,” he chuckles, slamming the door closed and tapping the hood as he walks around the front. Loosening the tie, he crawls into the driver’s seat, already sweating in the hot Georgia, early morning sun. “I’m sweatin’ like a sinner in church.”

“Oh honey, bless your heart! You’re pickin’ up some of these Southern phrases!” She praises, stretching out her own drawl.

Turning the car out of the the little drive, he angles onto the empty road. “Dear God, our children will have the most fucked up accents one day,” he laughs, clapping his hand to his chest.

She swats his arm. “Shut up. They’ll be adorable.” Watching in the rearview mirror, she shifts in her seat. “Did I ever tell you about the student I had that spoke with a British accent the first five weeks of school? When I met his parents, I was so shocked to find out they were American!”

Chris chuckles, turning left at the stop sign. “So what? He was just fakin’ it?”

“Yea, he thought it would be cool.” She explains, pointing out a pothole in the road. “He’d been to a study thing at the Harry Potter theme park for a week, and came back with a British accent.” Emery shrugs. “Girls at school fell for it.”

“Smart kid,” he mutters, “why didn’t I think of that?”

“You were a little shit in class, weren’t you?” She asks, peering at him over the top of her sunglasses.

He smirks. “You know those old pictures, with my long floppy hair? It hid my eyes. I slept in class. A lot. Tara would lend me her notes, and Carly helped me figure out stuff I didn’t get. I wasn’t what you’d call an ‘exemplary student.’” He wiggles his eyebrows at her, leaving just one up, in a high arch. “None of my teachers looked as hot as you.” He pats her thigh, squeezing above the knee, exposed in her summer sundress.

She purses her lip and raises her brow in return. “Turn left up here,” she says, with a tilt of her chin. She squints. “You’d have been a kid I would convince to stay after school. You’d avoid it for weeks, and then once you came, and saw the atmosphere, you’d stay. You’d come whenever you didn’t have play practice.” Emery rests her head back against the seat.

He squeezes her leg again, before returning both hands to the wheel to make the turn. “You miss it, don’t you?”

“They had teacher stuff in the dollar bins at Target yesterday,” she pouts. “I bought a few things, but lecturing at conferences and helping to set up after school programs isn’t the same as having my own class, my own kids.”

He cocks his head. “Kitten, if you really want back in the classroom, just say so. You don’t have to go to Toronto with me this fall. I’ll be back for Christmas. I don’t know how much Marvel needs me for the press tour next Spring.” He sighs, pulling into a parking space in front of the old Southern brick home. “I feel like for the first time, we can breathe. Make our own plans. Have a little freedom.”

She bites her lip, removing her seat belt. “I know. I feel it too. No, I love what I do, advocating for good teachers and consulting with districts to make things better.” She sits still when he motions her to stay. He dashes quickly around the front of the car, straightening his tie, and she picks up the conversation where it left off when he opens the door. “I’m always gonna miss the classroom.” She winks, handing him the tray of cupcakes. “Maybe I’ll go back someday, but for now, this is the right thing.”

He balances the treats in one hand, reaching for her purse as she swivels around in the seat, putting one sandaled foot and one braced foot down on the ground. Grabbing the door frame above the window, she pulls herself up. “Stupid boot,” she mutters, balancing and pushing away, stepping awkwardly around the door. She glares at the front steps.

“I can go inside and get a wheelchair?” Chris offers, jumping out of her reach when she swings out to hit him.

“Fuckin’ hate you,” she giggles. “This is your fault, you know? I wouldn’t be in this boot, have tendonitis if it wasn’t for you.”

He laughs, smiling at a nurse who comes out to to greet them. Emery makes small talk with the young woman, passing off the sugary treats to her. Chris takes his wife’s arm and gently guides her up the steps. “Tap dance lessons to impress me didn’t have to turn into some imaginary, wild audition for ‘Dancing with the Stars.’” He reminds her.

“But I was having so much fun,” she stops on the step, pouting. “That would be something, to be on that show.” She shrugs. “I was just having fun dancing for you, and the family talent show. Besides,” she runs her hands down over her waist, smoothing out her sundress. “I lost all that weight that had been bugging me. It was addicting!”

“It was an expensive emergency room visit.”

She hits his chest. “Cheapskate,” she teases.

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Pausing in front of the big, heavy wooden doors, she sighs. “I used to hate this place. When I was little, I had a great aunt here, and it always seemed so scary.” She scratches under her nose as Chris pulls up the door and a blast of air conditioning greets them. “It makes me sad he’s here.”

Chris squeezes her arm, “It’s better here for him, Em. He started a fire; someone could have been hurt.”

“I know, I know,” she whispers as he crosses to reception and announces they are there to visit Grant Thomas, her paternal grandfather. Chris and the nurse chat briefly, before he turns to her, pointing the way down the hall.

“They said he’s had his nap today, and should be awake, reading,” he explains quietly as they pass through the hallways. Some residents sit in their doorways, calling out as they pass by, or sit and play games in little alcoves. Before reaching the room, a nurse stops them, handing them a small plate with three of the cupcakes Emery made. She nods her thanks as Chris reaches his hand up to knock on the door.

“What? What’s that? Who’s there?” an old, tired voice calls out.

Emery caresses the side of Chris’s bearded cheek and pushes the door open. Loudly she announces, “It’s me, Emery, Grandad. I brought Chris today; we wanted to visit awhile.”

The couple step into the crowded space, smelling of tobacco, menthol and vanilla. Chris smiles at the plug-in in the outlet and fights the urge to loosen his tie in the heated room. The old man, weathered and tanned, his skin aged from the sun, is wrapped in a crocheted quilt with a sweatshirt resting around his shoulders.

“Who? Who is it? Turn up the light,” the man commands.

Emery steps forward, resting the cupcakes on the table beside the chair, turning on the lamp. “Grandad, it’s me, Emery. You’ve got it too dark in here.” She leans down and kisses the man on his cheek, feeling the slight stubble. “Can I open the shades? I wanna see you better.”

“The big bad wolf come to visit, eh?” He chuckles, crooking his finger and pointing at Chris. “You’re too damn tall.” He motions his hand for Chris to lower himself.

Chris squats by his chair, reaching out his hand for a shake. “Good to see you again, sir. Emery’s talked all week about coming out to see you!”

Mr. Thomas drops his hand, looking back at Emery, patting the arm of his chair. “Sit, sit.” He looks up at her, caressing back her long hair, running his aged and weak fingers through the ends. “Just like your grandmother’s,” he chokes. “Who’s the fella? It’s not that bloke from the bank is it?”

Emery blushes. “No, Grandaddy, it’s Chris. My husband. The actor? Captain America?”

“Captain, you say?” He points at the photos on the shelf, and Chris stands to retrieve one. “I was in World War II, son. You don’t look old enough to have been a Captain. What’s your unit?”

Chris sighs, having had this conversation with the old man before. He and Emery decided it was easiest for him to answer as Cap might, and the two trade war stories, real and fake, for a good part of the afternoon. After sharing the cupcakes, the man dozes off for a few minutes, jumping awake when he snores too loudly, scaring himself. Emery and Chris have a good laugh, and he joins in with them. “Son, what’s your last name again?”

“Evans, sir,” Chris offers.

“Grant Evans, has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?” He kicks out his foot, tapping the side of Emery’s boot. “So when’s that gonna be? I wanna be alive to hold my great- grandson. And you aren’t getting any younger, peanut!” He guffaws.

“Granddad!” Emery scoffs, blushing again and smoothing down her dress.

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He turns his attention to Chris. “What’s wrong, soldier? Shooting blanks?” He glowers over his glasses. “Quit wasting your testosterone growing that damn beard and tell your swimmers to do their job, dammit.”

Chris bites back a laugh as Emery hides behind the photo album she was looking through. He salutes the older man. “Yes, sir. I’ll take her right home, and we’ll get right on that after we study scriptures tonight.”

“Good. Good Christian man. Nothing funny about that, no sir.” Mr. Thomas sits up proud. “All my babies been baptized. Raised by good Christian parents. You’ll be no different.” He points at both of them. “None of this nonsense about spoiling a child. You lead by example. Live the Golden Rule. Save your money. Visit Vegas once a year. Nothing too fancy,” he advises. “Simple. Like that tie. Good lookin’ tie, son.”

Emery smiles as Chris runs his hand proudly over the tie her grandfather had given him for his Broadway premiere.

“Sounds like a good life, Granddad,” Emery says wistfully, nodding at the nurse when she quietly enters the room. “It looks like it’s time for you to get down to dinner, so it’s time for us to go.”

He scowls at the nurse. “Trying to escape, are ya? Next time you come back, bring me something fried in lard. None of this food has flavor.” He pulls his walker around in front, rocking a few times in his seat, before pulling himself up to an upright position. He chuckles as Emery does the same, tottering in her boot and grabbing the front of the walker. “Looks like you need this thing more than me.” He smirks at Chris. “She get hurt chasin’ you around the bedroom?”

“All redheads. They’re all alike,” Chris laughs. “Can’t keep their hands to themselves.”

“Yep, boy, that’s right,” the old man chuckles, leading them down to the dining room before saying their goodbyes.

Emery kisses the old man on his cheek, whispering, “I’ll visit again soon.”

He pats her back, playing with the ends of her hair again. “Captain America, huh? You picked a good one, peanut. Don’t let him get away. You have pretty grandbabies to play at my feet, ya hear?”

“Yes, sir,” she smiles, holding the tears at bay.

Chris turns to salute the old man, wrapping his arm around his wife’s waist as the nurse leads Mr. Thomas to dinner.

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“Come on, Mrs. Evans. Sounds like we’re trying to make a baby again tonight. Can’t disappoint the old man,” he laughs as Emery leans on his side, walking down the stairs and out to the car. “Don’t want him thinking I’ve got faulty swimmers.”

Emery lifts her long hair off her neck allowing a cool breeze to caress her skin. “Mr. Evans, I’m feeling adventurous. Instead of driving home, let’s just drive out to the campground!”

He stops in his tracks. “We don’t have any of our stuff with us.”

“So?” She taunts. “If we go now, we can have the place to ourselves for two whole days, before the reunion. We can get some stuff at Target, necessities, and you can come back later and get the rest of our stuff while I help Mom get things unpacked before everyone else arrives.”

Chris lifts her foot and boot, swinging them around and placing them in the car before closing the door. Walking around quickly, he climbs in the hot car, and starts the air and the ignition. “Emery Thomas Evans! I can’t figure out if this is a ploy for two days of uninterrupted baby making, or another trip to Target for teacher supplies?”

“Both,” she giggles as she rolls down her window, feeling the breeze in her hair as Chris heads for the highway leading out of town.

Watching the traffic in the rearview mirror, Chris asks point blank. “Emery, who’s the ‘bloke’ from the bank?”

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Auntie Em

auntie em april 15 2018

Auntie Em

*an Emery & Chris drabble*

By avenger-nerd-mom

Emery pitches in to help her sister-in-law, Carly, when the kids are sick and Carly has plans. Her tutoring with his nephew goes slightly awry.

Warnings: None, Fluff

Word Count: 2141

To find out more about Emery and her life with Chris, begin with their novella, Georgia on My Mind, and follow up with their stories!

His voice is quiet, and she strains to hear him. “When are you coming home, baby? I miss you.”

Emery smiles. “I’ve only been gone two days; I’ll be home Monday.”

“I know, but it feels like it’s been fooor-eveeer.” He whines and stretches the word out.

She wraps her arm around the sleeping little one in her lap. “Good grief, listen to you, moaning like I’ve been gone for months.” She smiles at the other two boys, stretched out on the floor, coloring and playing with race cars.

Chris drops his voice and it vibrates through the phone. “I need you here to make me moan.”

“Oh stop,” she giggles. “Stella’s asleep in my lap.”

“Is she feeling any better?” Her heart flutters at the tender sound of his voice, so full of concern for his niece.

She nods, even though he can’t see her. She gently strokes the little girl’s hair back, checking for signs of a fever. “I think the fever broke a few hours ago. She was running around here with the boys just a bit a go, before she had another coughing fit. They felt so bad for her, they let her watch Frozen without whining.”

“It’s nice to have family close, when you have an emergency,” he hints. “Have you heard from Carly?”

“She’s been checking in every few hours. She can’t be enjoying their romantic get away if she’s worried about a sick kid.” Emery shifts on the love seat, her arm starting to fall asleep under the weight of the sleeping child. “I’ve got it under control. We went to Ethan’s piano lesson this morning, and Miles and I have been studying for his math test. We’ve had a good visit.”

“You sound tired,” he sighs. “Three will do that, but-”

“Which is why, Evans, we’re only having two-”

“I’m not stopping till we have a little girl, with fiery red hair like her mother,” he states.

“You really want two of us in the house?” She smiles. She sighs happily. More of their discussions have turned to family lately, with the Marvel end in sight. She’ll be sad when it’s time to see him hang up the shield, but with his success on Broadway, she looks forward to different opportunities.

“No, I want three of you. Two little girls, just like their mama, and a little boy?” He adds with a question.

At that moment, Miles lifts his head and turns to her and smiles. His boyish grin is so much like his uncle’s, she can’t help but giggle. “Okay, maybe you can twist my arm for three, but no more than that,” she acquiesces.

“It’s not about twisting your arm, kitten, you like it when I twist your-”

“Chris! Shh!” She blushes, quietting him as Miles crawls into her lap.

He holds out his little hand. “Auntie Em, can I talk to Uncle Chris?”

She hands him the phone, holding him close to her side and listening to him chatter with his uncle. Maybe three isn’t a bad number…

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Standing at the sink, the two women pass the plates off to one another as they wash and dry, leaving things on the counter for the men to put away later.

“Really, Em, you didn’t have to have dinner waiting for us,” Carly repeats, running the cloth around the glass rim to dry it.

Emery feels around in the soapy water. Finding the sink empty, she looks to the counter behind her. “It was no trouble. I miss getting to cook for people. We’ve mostly been eating take out,” she explains. “I think that’s it. Anything else to wash?”

Carly looks around as well, and shakes her head. “Except for the plate with the cheesecake Scott took to the living room, and he can wash that himself.”

Emery nods and releases the plug from the sink, shaking the soap suds from her hands before rinsing them clean. She grabs a dry towel and wipes her hands before beginning to put the plates away in the cabinet.

Carly finishes with the last coffee cup and throws her towel on the counter. “Stop. The boys said they’d do it; leave it.”  She takes a step or two away and clicks the coffee pot on. “Another cup?”

Nodding, Emery continues to put away the plates, ignoring Carly’s glare. “I’m the oldest sister too. That look has no effect on me,” she announces.

With the Evans grin, Carly chuckles and reaches into the fridge for the creamer, setting out her coffee items on the counter. “Thanks again for coming down to watch the kids. I hope it didn’t change your plans.”

Emery waves it off. “Nothing more important than family. With Mom and Shanna both busy, I’m glad I could help out.”

“Not a lot of family close by if you’re in LA,” Carly suggests, taking the pot from it’s stand and pouring two cups.

“Gee, you’re not subtle or anything,” Emery giggles, reaching for her cup and adding a splash of the vanilla creamer.  She grabs two sugar packets and walks to the table. Knowing how the family grapevine works, she decides not to mention Tara is on the search for the perfect family home for them nearby.  After several long discussions, she’d made it clear she wanted them to have their own home in Boston, not one he’d previously shared with girlfriends. Chris had been open to her idea of finding something a little rough around the edges, so they could add their own touches to the home, and truly make it theirs.

Carrying over the plate of cookies, Carly sits in the chair across from her sister-in-law. “We’d love to have you both close. I know you like staying in Savannah, but home for him is here.”

“Carly,” Emery says sternly, “Home for us is wherever the other one is… It’s not a city or a dwelling. It’s here.” She rests her left hand over her heart, the kitchen lighting making her wedding ring gleam. “I know you want us here, but my family feels the same, Carly. Chris and I have to make decisions right for us.”

Carly passes her spoon to Emery, to stir the sugar into her cup. “I know, I didn’t mean… I was just making conversation,” she sheepishly says. “It’s fun you’ve been so close the last few months. It was nice to see you guys at Easter, and for us to have a good excuse to go to New York.”

Emery tilts her head. “It has been nice, and I look forward to coming back in a few weeks to do the training for your school district.”

“What’s his plan after the play ends? It’s been really strange to watch the promo tour stuff, and he’s not a part of it.”

Emery rests back in her seat. “Yea, I hate that too. It doesn’t seem right.” She shrugs. “After the play? I don’t think we have a lot of plans. I’ve only got three workshops scheduled for the summer. I’d like to spend time at the lake house with my family some, get to know Parker’s fiancee a bit better…”

The women chat well into the night, keeping clear of touchy subjects such as children and moving. Whenever Carly tries to push a topic Emery wants to avoid, she tactfully finds a way to shut her down. Eventually she realizes the time, and dismisses herself to bed, with the excuse of an early morning flight.

Carly wanders into the living room as Emery takes the stairs to the second level of the home. She drags her hands slowly over the photos that line the hall. At the top of the steps, she turns and looks down, smiling at the pile of shoes and backpacks by the front door. Scott steps into her line of sight, and waves goodbye, blowing her a kiss before quietly leaving the house. She turns and walks down the hallway, stopping to check in on the boys, fast asleep in their beds.

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In Stella’s room, the little girl clutches a bear to her chest, her thumb in her mouth.  Emery walks in quietly, the light from the closet adding a glow to the room. She pulls the little girls thumb out, tucking the little hand under the girl’s chin instead, pulling the blankets up higher to tuck her in. The tiny cherub sighs peacefully and Emery bends to kiss the top of her head.

Reaching the guest room, she yawns and pulls back the blankets before sitting down to take off her shoes. Pulling her phone from her pocket, she sends a quick message. “I miss you. I’m ready to come home. See you tomorrow.”

The red-head waits a few moments to see if a response will come. With no answer, she rises from the bed, and enters the bath to get ready for a fitful night’s sleep.

***

Wednesday afternoon, she waits on the small couch, still giggling from the text from Carly. She listens to the applause and waits for Chris to come back stage. An image of ‘Bill,’ his character in the play enters her mind.  The crisp blue uniform… The silly moustache… She gets the giggles again and can’t wait to show him the picture. He was crabby before the show, but she knows this will put him in better spirits. That and the box of pizza from John’s, sitting on the coffee table.

“Hey, Emery,” Brian calls out as he walks past the room, not stopping to talk.

“I got pizza!” She yells back.

She smiles when his head pops back in the door. “You’re a saint, a goddess among mere mortals.” He looks down the hall, and nods his head before looking back to her. “You have to be for putting up with this guy.” Brian Tyree Henry claps his large hand on Chris’s shoulder. “You found a good one, man.”

Chris smiles, dropping the officer hat from his costume into the chair and running his hands through his hair. “I’m just lucky she puts up with me,” Chris agrees.

“And I bring pizza,” she smiles, opening the box to the two men.

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“And she brings pizza,” Chris chuckles, leaning over the food to kiss his beautiful wife. He reaches down for a slice and takes a bite, chewing slowly. He sighs. “Pure heaven. If I could just have a beer, it would be damn near perfect.” He collapses on the couch next to her.

“No beer!” Someone calls out as they walk down the hall.

“Damn that promise I made,” he grumbles, taking another bite.

Bryan reaches for a slice and tilts it to Emery. “Thanks, Em, babe. But I really can’t stay. I’m meeting some friends for an actual dinner before we gotta be back for the night show.”

She nods, scratching her hands over Chris’s back absently as he scarfs down a second slice.  “Brunch Friday?”

He nods and mumbles his agreement behind his hand, chewing his food before excusing himself.

“Kitten, I gotta get changed. People are out on the sidewalk and-”

“Chris, I know. I know the routine by now. It’s good. I just knew you’d be hungry,” She shrugs. “Before you go, I want you to see the picture Carly sent me. It’s from Miles’ geometry test he took yesterday.”

Chris cocks his eyebrow, his expression curious as Emery opens her phone and turns the image to him.

“It’s his test paper? I don’t get it?”

“Chris! Look at what he drew!” Emery laughs, pushing the phone closer to him.

Chris begins to laugh. “What the hell?” His laughter is infectious and Emery loses it again. The more he looks at the test page, the more he laughs, to the point of wheezing and clapping his hand over his left pec.

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“Oh, shit! That’s the best thing I’ve ever seen. Text her back and tell her I have never been more proud of my nephew than I am right now! Please tell me he passed?” He laughs again and slaps his knee, rocking back to then wipe an actual tear from his eye.

She pushes on his back, shoving him off the couch. “Go, get changed. They’ll be here to take you out to sign any minute,” she giggles, glad she was able to cheer him up.

He rises, bending to kiss the top of her head. “You just made my day. That was better than the pizza, maybe even better than the sex this morning.”

“Watch it, Mister. Those are fighting words,” Emery laughs, slapping his ass as he walks away. She looks at her phone again and shakes her head in another fit of laughter.  She’ll have to make sure to include drawing lessons in her geometry tutorials next time, to ensure her younger students can draw a proper cylinder.

**Thanks to my IRL for sharing this actual test paper with me this week! As soon as I saw it, I knew it was an ‘Emery story!’

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Hero In-Laws

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Hero In-Laws

An Emery&Chris story

By avenger-nerd-mom

Scott Evans makes a visit to see Chris and Emery in NYC in early March 2018, for Lobby Hero

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1287

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Scott throws himself around the little powerhouse when the apartment door flies open. “Oh, Sis! I’ve missed you so much,” he declares, picking Emery up and spinning her around. He sets her back down and she wobbles from dizziness. “Shit, I shouldn’t have done that, I’m sorry.” He eyes her belly warily.

“Oh, stop!” She hits his arm. “We’re still trying. Lots of fun trying, actually,” Emery laughs, closing the apartment door. “He told you, right? All the tests came back normal, for both of us. So relax.”

Scott gently kisses her check. “You look beautiful. Winter cold suits you,” he says, setting his bag down by the entry table before following her into the larger open space. “Holy shit, look at that view.”

Her gaze follows his. She’ll never get tired of looking at the skyline, despite the cold gray look of the city this time of year. “I hate the cold… But New York is an interesting place; I kinda like it.” The Southern belle smiles, sitting on the cream colored couch facing the large wall of windows. “I feel like it’s so foreign though, like everyone moves and talks so fast. And they ask me to repeat myself. I think people think I’m slow,” she giggles. “My Southern drawl; it’s like they expect me to pull out a redneck joke or something.”

Scott chuckles and sits down on the couch near her. “You liking work?”

She nods. “I’ve been training with some of the magnet schools.  They’re using some of their funding for a STEM project to replicate some of the ‘discoveries’ of Wakanda.” She chuckles. “Chadwick’s been too busy right now to get back to me, but I’m hoping before we leave the city, he could come by and meet some of the kids and teachers.”

“Gawd, did you see it? Amazing, right?” He continues to stare out the front window.

“Of course! Opening day. Wouldn’t have missed it for anything. Incredible… And now they’ve moved up the IW date?”

“Still a fangirl, huh?” Scott chuckles. He leans forward to take off his shoes. “You’re not sick of it by now?”

Emery rolls her head to the side, surveying the room in front of her. The rented furniture is exquisite and luxurious. Not something she ever thought she’d have chosen, but it works for the space and feels right. Although they’ve spent a lot of time ‘hiding’ at home during the few weeks in the city, she hasn’t felt lonely or secluded. She and Chris both have many friends in the area, and it seems someone is always stopping by, as is evident from the stack of games laying on the glass coffee table in front of her. She’s looking forward to Anna and Tom visiting soon, to see the play. She loves competitive game night with the charming couple!

“I still feel like Cinderella, sometimes. Like the clock is gonna strike and it will all disappear, or the fairy godmother’s spell will end, and he’ll realize I’m just a silly little teacher from Georgia. But being a fangirl got me here.” She sits up and closes the lid to one of the games before standing. “I don’t geek out over every little thing anymore, but the perks of being Captain America’s wife are nice sometimes.”

She motions for him to follow her to the kitchen. Without even asking, she pulls over the cake pan, lifting the cover off a lovely three-tiered cake. Scott mimics cutting a big slice and walks to the fridge, reaching inside for the carton of milk. They make small talk, Scott catching up with gossip of her family and he fills her in the news of the Evans clan. She opens a cabinet and grabs two plates down from the shelf.

“One of your cake creations?” He asks, sticking his finger in the glob of cake frosting that landed on the counter.

Emery nods, dropping the knife down through the layers of chocolate confections. “Can’t you tell from the size of my hips?”

Scott steps back, admiring the beautiful woman. “Eh, doesn’t turn me on, but, whatever…” He laughs. “Em, you look great.”

She points the knife towards him. “You’re lying, but thanks.”

Scott runs his hands over his scruff. “Bullshit. I can still appreciate a beautiful woman when I see one. You had a miscarriage, you ate some food,” He shakes his head when she whispers, “lots of it,” under her breath. “But you look amazing. Fifteen extra pounds won’t kill you.”

“Bless you for thinking that’s all it is…” She places a much smaller piece on the plate in front of her.  She sighs. “I like being close to the park. I’ve been running in the mornings. I have to block out episodes of Law and Order from my mind when I do it, but still…” She chimes in as Scott hums the theme credits. “I’ve never liked running before. The pace of the city at that time of day is so hyped, I’ve never felt anything like it. It’s like a drug.”

“It’s like you expect to see Carrie or Miranda around every corner; yeah. I get that,” Scott laughs, catching the crumbs from the cake as they fall from his mouth and licking them from his palm.

“Right? By the way, that is so gross… I’m in love with New York. I can’t believe I’m saying that, but it’s true. I really want the play to go well for him, Scott. I’ve been a nervous wreck all week. He’s so amazing. Like there is no Chris in it at all… Until he cracked a grin as the cast took their final bow, he was a different person.”

“It’s called ‘acting,’” Scott laughs. “It’s what you do when you are raised in the ‘theatre.’”
He mimics a pompous voice. “I don’t know how he can keep a straight face with that… that thing on his face.”

“Oh, gawd, it’s awful, isn’t it?! Like a fuzzy caterpillar… I’m still getting used to it.”

Scott reaches for his phone in his back pocket, licking some more chocolate frosting from his thumb. He swipes over the phone screen, bringing it to life and opening one of his social media accounts, turning the photo for her to see. “Total ‘70s porn ‘stache,” Scott grins. “I had a boyfriend once with-”

“Stop. Stop. For the love of God, Scott, stop.” Emery covers her face, wishing her brother-in-law hadn’t put those visuals in her head.

He shrugs, moving to carry his plate to the living room.

“Oh, no. Do you see the color of that furniture? No food in there. That was our deal. Chris and I agreed it was the one time in our lives we can have white furniture.”

“God, you’re bossy. You’ll make a great mom.” He moves to the kitchen table instead.

“Scott, really. I can’t get used to it. I mean, he was ‘Frank Adler’ when we met. So when he had to be Steve, that was weird. Then the long hair and beard this summer…” She takes another bite, shaking her head.  “The other morning, I held my hand over his upper lip when I kissed him. It’s just so ‘skitchy.’” She grins at the family word her nieces use to describe the texture of scruffy beards. “I don’t wike it.”

“You love it,” he teases, eyeing her sideways.

“I love him… the new look? I’ll get used to it,” she sighs.

Scott points to the TV. “It’s very Jack Pearson.” He looks at her with a hope in his eyes. “Ya know, I haven’t watched this week. Wanna catch up?”

“Thought you’d never ask,” Emery grins, high-fiving him and squeezing his hand in hers.

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Online Shopping

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An Emery & Chris Drabble

By avenger-nerd-mom

Emery visits Chris in South Africa, spending the day in their hotel room while he works.

Warnings: Fluff, none

A special thanks to @mintmintdoodles for allowing me to make reference to her artwork and merchandise in this story.  See her shop at https://society6.com/mintmint/backpacks

Emery looks up from her computer with the key card slides through the hotel lock.  She bounds across the room and greets her handsome, scruffy husband at the door.  Sunburned and almost unrecognizable with his shaggy hair, she throws her arm around his neck, nearly knocking him over.  “Someone’s in a good mood,” he chuckles.

Chris closes the door behind him and wraps his strong arms around her waist, lifting her and carrying her to the bed.  He tosses her to the center and kisses down her tanned legs in her summer shorts before sitting on the end of the bed with a groan.  He pulls off his boots and massages the tops of his feet, achy from the tight laces. “How was your day?”

His lovely bride places her tiny feet on his back and walks them up and down his spine.  He sits there and takes the silly, loving gesture.  “Worked on some stuff for school, read a good book.  Did some shopping.”

Chris turns on the bed and takes her feet into his lap, pulling her closer to him, wanting her near.  “Shopping?  Em, I asked you not to leave the room.  It’s not really the safest around here and-”

“Honey, chill.  No, I was shopping on-line, getting some supplies, setting up some meal kit deliveries I want us to try out, and,” she announces with a dramatic flourish, “I got you a present.”  She moans quietly when he raises her foot to kiss under the arch.  “Damn,” she hisses.  “That’s nice.”

He sighs, “A present, Em.  You didn’t have to do that.  You’re all the gift I need.”

“Fuck that bullshit, I wanna get my man I gift, I’m getting him a gift.  I don’t care if you can go out and get whatever we want.  I saw this today, and I had to order it.  You need it.”

He lays down on the bed next to her, turning his face to look into her beautiful blue eyes.  “Fine, okay, I won’t be home for a few more weeks.  Do I have to wait that long?”

She playfully punches his arm.  “See?  I knew you secretly liked it when I buy you presents!”  She wiggles on the bed and pulls her phone from her back pocket.  Scrolling through a few images she hides the phone against her face.  “You ready?  Close your eyes!”

Chris sighs and pushes his longer hair back.  He closes his eyes, and his legs anxiously wiggle the bed in anticipation.  It’s one of the things she hates, but really misses when he’s gone.  In profile, relaxed on the bed, he looks so beautiful, but it’s not the face she knows.  She’ll be happy when he’s finished filming in Cape Town and he can get back home to her.  They’ve made a few plans for the Fall when he gets back, before he has to be in New York for rehearsals for his stage debut.  She holds the phone above him and whispers in his ear, “Open your eyes!”

His clear blue eyes slowly peek open and it takes him a moment to focus.  He laughs out loud.  “Oh, my God!  That’s wicked, kitten!  Is that a… a backpack with Dodger on it?”  He chuckles.  “In a Patriots jersey?  Fuck, Em.  That’s perfect.  How did you find it?”

He lays the phone down on the bed and reaches for her, rolling his petite wife on top of him.  He misses the weight of feeling her on him and he hates being apart so much.  It really is the perfect thing, so adorable, but he doesn’t really know what to do with a backpack.

She smiles down into his face, propped up on her elbow and using her other hand to massage his beard.  The longer it gets, the more it bothers him, but he can’t trim it now, not in the middle of filming.  He knows she hates it, but she doesn’t say a word.  “I still have some of my friends in the fandom, and Mint is an amazing artist. I just saw it when she posted it today, and knew you had to have it.  I know it’s a little childish, but Dodger?  In a jersey?”   She pauses and pushes her red curls back and out of their faces.  “Honestly, my first thought when I saw it was that it would make the perfect diaper bag.”

Chris rolls his wife to his side and rises up on his elbows.  Hopefully, he asks, “Are we- are we pregnant again?”

Her miscarriage last spring had been devastating to take, and they hadn’t really been trying for another child, but they hadn’t been not trying either.  She runs her hand down his chest, shaking her head.  “No.  No, but I can think about it now, and it doesn’t hurt…  I just saw the bag and thought it would be really sweet if that’s what you carried around baby supplies in.  You’ll make all the men at the ‘daddy and me’ classes jealous!”

She giggles and he leans over to kiss the tip of her nose. “That’s my girl, glad to see your smile back. Thank you, babe.  I love it; I’ll wear it everywhere.”  He tucks her up to his side and caresses his fingers through her hair, wanting to capture every moment before she returns back to the States at the end of the week.  “Love you till the end of the line, babe.”

He smiles, knowing she’s asleep in his arms before he even finishes the sentence.

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No Decisions Today

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No Decisions Today

a Sunshine Story

a Chris Evans fan fic

By avenger-nerd-mom

Chris takes Sunshine home to meet the family and she receives an interesting phone call

Warnings: Language, adult situations, tickle fight, seriously way too much ice cream, fluff

Author’s Note: I feel like if I don’t post this story now, I never will.  Life is crazy and my original fiction is calling me! For the present time, this is the conclusion to the Sunshine series.- ANM 1/1/17

Word Count: 3176

After dinner is cleared away, the family retreats to the airy living room and I am loving every minute of it.  It makes me miss my family a bit, thinking of when we can all get together.  The boys are enjoying time with “Uncle Chris” and are taking turns diving off the couch and landing on him, much to Mama Lisa’s dismay.  She cringes each time, just waiting for someone to get hurt.

“Relax, Ma,” Carly chides as she sits on the couch next to me.  “You know he’ll catch them every time.  He’s the one that’s gonna be sore tomorrow.”  She says this with a smile as Chris moans when he’s kicked in the stomach again.

“Well, it makes me nervous.  I can’t stay here and watch.  Shanna, will you come help me set out dessert?”  Lisa rises from her chair, bending to straighten some magazines on the side table.  I swear the woman never stops moving.

Shanna rolls her eyes and I can’t hold in my giggles. I try to intervene on her behalf, knowing it’s difficult to be the youngest.  “Miss Lisa?  Can’t I help?  Please, I feel bad.  You haven’t let me lift a finger since I arrived and-”

“Sweetie, you just sit back and relax.  Help keep the kids busy; it’s all under control.”  She smiles warmly and walks staunchly towards the kitchen, the proud matriarch of the family.

I shrug my shoulders to Shanna as if to say, ‘I tried.’  Chris smiles up at me from the floor and winks, swatting at Shanna’s legs as she walks by.  “Thanks, sis,” he says, appreciation dripping from his rich, velvety voice.

The kids continue to roll around the room and play with their uncle, shrieking with delight when ‘Uncle Scott’ joins the fun.  One of the boys brushes against my bare foot and I quickly pull it away, lifting it up and tucking it under me as I sit and talk with Carly and her husband.

Later, the noise dies down and Carly goes off in search of the kids.  “It’s not the sound that bothers me; it’s the quiet.  That’s usually when they’re up to no good.”  She rises from the couch, and nudges her husband, who has drifted off to sleep.  He quietly snorts and pushes her hand away.

Chris’s muffled voice rises up from the floor, his arm draped over his closed eyes.  “They’re fine, Sis.  They wanted Scott to see where they plan to build their secret fort.  But it’s a secret.  You didn’t hear that from me.”

The mention of a secret fort jolts Ryan awake.  The tired parents set off in search of their offspring, mumbling about the influence of ‘Uncle Scott.’

Chris rolls over on his belly, a look of contentment and joy on his face.  His smile turns up in a childish grin, something on his mind.  “So, uh, Sunshine?  I couldn’t help but notice you pulled your foot away while the kids were playing.”

I sense of dread fills me but I keep my voice light.  “Yeah, I didn’t want them tripping over my big feet and getting hurt.”

Army crawling towards me on his stomach I know he knows.  Crap.  The look on his face is purely sinful.  “So, it’s not because you’re ticklish?”  His voice drops, adding an air of seduction to his play as his warm hands snakes under me and grabs my ankle.  I squirm away from him, but his hold is tight.

Christopher.  Don’t.  You.  Dare.”

He rises up on his knees, his too- tight shirt stretching over his chest drawing my attention to his beautiful form, distracting me for a moment. Chris wraps his other hand around my ankle and I try to kick him away, connecting with his shoulder and he laughs playfully.  “Sorry, sorry,” I whisper, just adding fuel to his laughter as he guffaws even more loudly.

Giving a forceful tug, he pulls me onto the floor next to him.  I land with a slight bounce, thankful once again for my extra padding. Squealing I scramble to crawl away from him, but his grip is tight and he throws his weight against me, pinning me to the ground. Crawling over me with a predatory look on his chiseled features, I admit defeat to myself knowing I really don’t want to get away.

My stomach flips and turns in knots and I know he’s going to win.  I try to block his attack as his hand roams up my side, poking and brushing over the stays of my tight blue sundress.  His hand flies up to my face and brushes my disheveled hair from my eyes.  “You’re really beautiful, Sunshine… How have you kept this a secret from me all this time?”  His breath is warm against me when his lips brush against mine. Shifting, his rugged beard tickles my face, dancing across my cheek to my neck. He moves his head back and forth assaulting me with the coarse bristles of his beard as he nips and bites at my tender skin and I can’t catch my breath.

“Stop,” I whine, pushing fruitlessly against his firm chest.  “That tickles; really.  Stop, please.”

“Aw, honey, you know I love when you beg…”  He continues to torment me with his beard while his hand digs and kneads at my rib cage, up and down; teasing me, tickling me, torturing me.  My legs rise up around him, trying to protect myself; trying to block his movements, my hands clutching at his strapping biceps to get him off me.

His attack really just provides us an innocent excuse to have our hands all over each other, appropriate for the family setting.  And I settle into the ticklish sensations taking over me, helpless giggles and quiet pleas escaping my lipstick stained mouth.  Breathless, my breasts heave and threaten to push over the top of my dress as he rolls off of me and snuggles against my side.

“Are you as oddly turned on as I am?”  Chris laughs, tucking fly-away hairs behind my ear, the delicate touch a trigger in my heightened state and I shudder against him.

I giggle, hiding my face under a pillow near us on the floor. “Oh my god, that will kill me, but yes. Lord, yes.”

He pulls the pillow from my face and gently leans over to kiss my soft lips, tenderly caressing my belly to slow my evident muscle spasms and calm my breathing.

“Uncle Chris! Dessert time! Grandma got your favorite ice cream!” One of the boys yells as he streaks through the living room, mimicking a gagging motion at the sight of our kisses.

“More food? I don’t think I could eat another thing!” I exclaim as Chris pulls me to my feet, purposely pushing his solid body into mine.

I catch him sneaking a quick glance to the kitchen doorway. I can’t see anyone standing there, so I don’t slap his hand away as he wraps his strong arms around me, hitching up my skirt and grasping my rounded ass.  “We aren’t done with this,” he growls predatorily into my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

I step away, taking my hand in his large paw and lead him to the kitchen.  I look over my shoulder and watch him following me like a puppy in his own home.

The sight on the kitchen counter is heaven.  I can definitely see where Chris developed his affinity for ice cream!  Lisa has pints of every flavor imaginable on the counter, with bowls of sprinkles, nuts and various toppings lined up.  Seeing the smile on my face, she grins back and says, “Chris tells me your favorite flavor is-”

I spot it and pull the container to me, taking a spoon.

“Hey! We are sharing!” Chris laughs.  “That’s not all for you!”

I raise my eyebrow at him and a devilish urge to challenge him flashes through me.  I lick the spoon quickly and stick it in the middle of the container.  Shanna laughs and hi-fives me, repeating the same action for the pint in front of her.

Scott scoffs. “Dammit. I don’t want any of that now… I don’t wanna think about where your mouth has been.”  He shudders and then hollers in pain when Carly slaps the back of his head.

“The kids are here. Behave,” she admonishes her youngest brother.  “I swear, it’s like living in a frat house when you two get together.  Not everything has to be R-rated, you know.”

“Scott, mind you manners and hold your tongue,” Lisa also scolds him, waving a bottle of electric blue dish soap at him.  All the adult Evans children groan, and to my right, Scott mumbles under his breath, “Worst punishment ever.” He shudders as if still remembering the taste of soap in his mouth.

I giggle, reaching across the bar to get the container of hot fudge and Chris pushes the bowl of cashews towards me.  “So, Christopher, was that a punishment you received often?”

The family chuckles at my use of his full name.  “Yeah, Uncle Christopher. Did Grandma ever soap your tongue?” one of the boys chimes in, climbing up on the stool across from me.

The family settles in to their pattern of storytelling and I instantly feel at home and warm in their presence. Looking around the counter and at the kids at the table, I see a little bit of each of them reflected in Chris.  I love seeing how the little ones are so much like their favorite uncle and I’m sure that creates trouble for Carly at times.

Stories continue, changing from one topic to the next. As the children get restless, Carly’s husband offers to take them up to bed.  By now, most of us have moved to more comfortable seats around the table.  Before saying goodnight, Stella crawls up in my lap and grasps the sides of my face in her chubby little hands.  “You’re fwuffy.  I wike it,” she declares as she leans in to kiss me on the cheek. I giggle at the tickle of her touch and her honest candor.

Carly’s eyes are filled with horror and I kiss the little girl back before blowing a raspberry on her cheek.  “I wike it too; fluffy girls have more fun,” I admit to her.  Looking around the room, I know why it was important for Chris to bring me home.  He wanted me to see that all the women in his life that are most important to him are ‘fluffy.’  To show me that I’m important to him…

“And we get to eat more cake,” she giggles as her dad pulls her from my lap into his arms.

“All the cake, sweet Princess,” Shanna laughs, tickling the bottom of her niece’s foot as Ryan carries her from the room.

Carly whispers her apologies and I just shrug them off.  “Carly, relax.  I’m a big girl,” I chuckle at the unintended play on words, tilting my head to the side.  “I can handle it; at least kids are honest about it.  And fluffy is the sweetest adjective I’ve ever heard; I’ll take that title.”

Patting her own motherly form, Lisa giggles.  “Fluffy?  I can deal with that too.  And I’m all for anything requiring cake,” she jokes as she cuts off a small piece to go with her ice cream.  “That little girl has amazing ideas.  I have no idea where she gets them.”

“Oh, not from any of the strong, independent, sassy women in this room, that’s for sure,” Scott delivers with heavy sarcasm, a beam of pride across his face.

Winking at me, nodding his head in understanding, Chris leans to me and looks at my container of ice cream.  “Not making much progress there Sunshine,” he teases.

“I never said I was eating the whole thing tonight but I claim it for the next few days we are in town.”  I lay my spoon down on his plate where he had brownies with his ice cream and lean back in my seat.  “I can’t eat another bite; Lisa you are an amazing cook!  All that home-cooked Italian food? I’d love to have some of those recipes.”

“Oh, no. No one can quite make it like Ma does,” Carly complains.  “I live with the woman; we cook together all the time.  But when I do it alone, it’s crap.  It’s like she leaves out one ingredient every time she gives me a recipe just so I won’t be as good as her.”

She glares at her mother, and I can tell this is an on-going tease in the family.

Chris pipes up.  “Sunshine is an amazing cook!” He leans back in his chair, his leg bumping against my thigh.  He pats his belly and proclaims, “All that Venezuelan food?  I think I’ve gained ten pounds.  Getting in shape for Cap is gonna be a bitch.”

I can hear Scott and Chris talking about his upcoming project, but I focus on the discussion of the women.  Shanna asks about the types of food I like to cook and she and Lisa convince me I should cook one night while we are in town.  Drawn back into our ‘girl talk’ as he puts it, Chris agrees to hosting a dinner party at his home .  He starts asking the family if they think his house is impersonal and I notice Lisa and Carly shy away from the chat. I don’t focus on the last of this conversation. My phone rings and I am flustered by the information on the screen.  I stand up abruptly and put my hand on his shoulder. “Work thing, gotta take it.”

He nods his head yes and keeps entertaining his family with his stories as I walk into the living room to take the call in private. Before I am out of earshot, I hear Scott over the low roar in the room, “Damn bro, she’s definitely different from your other girls you’ve brought home.  You really like her, don’t you?”

I can hear Carly.  “Nah, it’s love.  And he’s so far gone he doesn’t know what to do with himself, right lil’ bro?”

Shit.  Looking at my phone screen again, I do not want to know the answer to that question. I run quickly for the door and step out on the front porch, closing it loudly behind me.

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Returning the kitchen, everyone’s face turns to me and I can’t hide my smile.  Chris rises from his chair, his eyes taking on a shade of green to match the shirt he wears, and smiles at me in anticipation.

“I got it; I got the job!”  I whisper, still in such shock I can’t believe it myself.

Chris picks me up and spins me around in a quick circle.  I giggle when I hear Scott’s gasp of disbelief and Carly hits the back of his head again.

“That’s amazing, Sunshine, I’m so happy for you!”  Taking my face in his large hands, Chris kisses me tenderly, but there is a sadness in his green eyes.  “This is what you want, right?”

“Yea, I think so, it’s my chance,” I shrug my shoulders and laugh, not being able to contain my joy.

Carly looks quizzically between the two of us, and asks cautiously, “A new job?  That’s great!  What- what is it?”  Her gaze lingers on Chris and I wonder about his confession to his siblings while I was outside, but that will be for us to discuss later.

Sinking back into my chair and sighing deeply, I fight to find the words, torn between the good and the bad.  “Months ago, before I started working for Christopher, I had a job with a TV exec down in the valley.  She had me audition for an idea of a design show she wanted to put together…”  I watch as a most proud smile breaks across Chris’s face as the news sinks in and he grips my hand a bit tighter, sitting back down next to me.  I notice Mama Lisa’s gaze is on her son, and his reactions to my words, but I continue my news.  “Well, she got the go ahead from the cable network and the other execs want me to do the show.” Saying it out loud the crazy story becomes real, and I giggle nervously.   I turn to look at him. “Me, Christopher… I’m gonna be on TV, redoing homes and giving decorator secrets.  Can you believe it?”

“Fuckin’ wicked, Sunshine.  That’s amazing.”  Raising my hand to his lips, he kisses the back of my hand, tears of happiness in his eyes.  His family chimes in with their words of congratulations and well wishes. “I’m so proud of you; my girl’s gonna be a TV star,” he chuckles.  My heart soars with his faith in me and I tell him so.

“No one’s ever believed in me the way you do; honey.  Your support keeps me going, even when I want to give up, and I…” I pause as the words choke in my throat, fighting back my own tears.  “I will always love you for it.”

One by one, his family begins to sneak away, realizing this may be a bigger discussion than they are ready to witness.

His face falls and sadness momentarily takes away his good looks.  I hate to think of causing him pain and grief.  I pinch my eyes shut and when I open them, a weak smile has returned to his visage. “Sunshine, what are you saying?  I love you too, whatever this is, we can figure it out.”

He’s finally said the words I desperately longed to hear and now I feel they’re a little too late.

Caressing the side of his face, I say what he hasn’t pieced together yet.  “I start filming the same time you’ll be leaving for Georgia in the Spring.  I can’t go with you; I know we talked about it and had plans, but-”

“Shhh, Sunshine.  You’re my light.”  Chris sits up and scoots his chair closer,  placing his arm across my belly and resting it on the edge of my chair.  “You’re talking like this is good-bye.  I’m crazy about you…”  With his other hand, he traces his fingers across my hummingbird tat before looking up into my eyes, both of us with tears threatening to spill over.  “I love you, my Sunshine, and we don’t have to decide anything for now.  Okay?”  His once powerful voice is now barely a whisper on a his breath.  “Promise me that?”

Sighing deeply, I shake my head slightly, knowing he’ll want to stretch out the inevitable.  Choking back my tears, I place my lips gently to his, tasting the mixed salt of our tears.  Still caressing the side of his cheek, I slide my nose against his, and whisper the words softly against his skin.  “Right, we don’t have to decide anything today.  We still have several months to figure it all out; it’s vacation. No decisions today..”

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Snapshots

An Emery & Chris story

By avenger-nerd-mom

Actor Chris Evans and his lovely new bride, Emery Rose, celebrate their big day surrounded by family and friends

Warnings: Language, FLUFF

Word Count: 5355

December 10, 2016

He steps up behind her and takes her tiny hand in his, his warmth like a blanket around her.  “By the way, I have a huge hickey on my collar bone” he whispers in her ear.

Emery gently brushes against his arm and giggles, “You just said it couldn’t show on camera!”

Chris freezes momentarily when the doors open in front of them and a distant voice booms, “Introducing Mr. and Mrs. Christopher Evans!”

“Can I request a matching one in another spot later?”  He kisses her briefly, waiting for the right count of the song before advancing into the room.

“You can have whatever you want dear husband,” she giggles again as she pushes him forward to make their entrance as the happily married couple.

Their presentation dance is thankfully forgotten as all their friends and family rush to surround them, hugs and congratulations abound.

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“Excuse me, excuse me,” the DJ calls over the microphone, breaking through the low roar of the room.   “I’ve just received a text message from the bride that says ‘Please announce: if you all don’t stop clinking your glasses every five seconds to get us to kiss, I’m closing down the bar.’ Apparently the bride wants to eat and enjoy this meal, and she is willing to bribe us with booze.”

Scott Evans turns to the young man sitting next to him. He had introduced himself earlier as Steven, a recent graduate from her class, now studying in New York. Chris had secretly arranged for a few of her favorite students to be guests at the wedding.  “Bribery? Is that her method of motivation in class?”

“No, man but if she’d bribed us with alcohol, I at least wouldn’t have cared I didn’t understand Advanced Trig.”

Scott claps the kid on the back and laughs loudly.  “You, I like. Stick with me, kid.”

“Ah, man!”  Emery calls out.  “Who hired a Yankee DJ?  It’s not ‘if you all don’t stop.’” She mimics the Boston accent of the DJ, one of Chris’s childhood friends, and other friends playfully boo and hiss.  “It’s more like this: ‘if y’all don’ stop!’”  All the Southerners in the room applaud for the distinction.  “Leave me in peace to eat; I can kiss him ‘all I wan’ to’’ later!”  Her over the top drawl mimics a famous line from a popular movie set in the South.

From the shadows of the room, Chris isn’t sure if it is Seb or Renner that yells, “Let her eat!  She needs fuel for energy later.”

He looks to his blushing bride and laughs as she mumbles under her breath. “Your fuckin’ friends are rude… but correct.  They do realize our grandparents are here though, right?  Does everything have to be a damn innuendo?”

Grasping her skirt and inching it up, his hands hidden from view behind the tablecloth, he keeps sliding his hand up until he can tease his fingers along her bare thigh. His voice full of laughter at the joy of the moment replies, “Have you not been paying attention for the last year? YES. Yes, everything has to be a damn innuendo.”

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Called to the center of the dance floor the couple prepares for their spotlight dance, all eyes on them, giggling and whispering to one another.  When the music begins, Emery quickly realizes this isn’t the version of the song she wanted, but her eyes soften and fill with tears when she realizes it’s actually perfect.

“It’s you… That’s you on the piano?”

Before Chris can answer, his voice comes over the speaker singing words of love just to her and he looks to her with his eyes glistening from tears.  “People fall in love in mysterious ways…. I fall in love with you every single day,” he sings along, his breath warm against her temple. “When my hair’s all but gone and my memory fades, and the crowds don’t remember my name…”

“I’ll still love you the same,” she joins in, her quiet voice matching his, fingers tugging his shorter hair, just the way she likes it.

“You’re mine, for always?” he sniffles, chuckling as he wipes away his own tears.

“You know it.  Till the end of the line, Mr. Evans.”  Although her blue sequined Captain America shoes she wore on the first day they met give her added height, she still has to pull him down to her to kiss his cheek, tasting the salty tears trapped in his beard.  Wrapping her hand around his neck she toys with the collar of his suit coat as her lips blissfully meet his.

Pulling back slightly, his nose slides against hers as he inhales her flowery scent.  Getting lost in his beautiful bride, he whispers, “That’s the most wonderful thing I’ve ever heard, Emery Rose Evans.”

His lips, sweet and tender, capture hers, slowly brushing over her glossed pink ones.

The newlyweds could care less they are on display on the dance floor  surrounded by the love of family and friends.  Emery’s eyes flutter closed as her lips touch his and she raises her hand up to caress his closely cropped hair.  The soft impression of her mouth against his causes her heart to race and she can feel it beating against his solid, familiar chest.  Home.   His arms squeeze tight around her, pulling her close as his hands roam across her back.

Although the kiss began chaste and a show for the onlookers, it begins to build heat.  Darting his tongue across her lips, tasting her, Chris deepens the kiss and her hold on the back of his head tightens as they continue to sway to the music, a sense of a true dance totally lost.  She moans quietly against his mouth, parting imperceptibly to allow him to suck on her top lip as he loves to do.  He pulls off with a biting tug, a promise for later as the music dies down and flows to the next song, set as a traditional dance for the bride to dance with the fathers, and the groom to dance with the mothers.

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Emery’s younger sister Mackenzie pulls on Emery’s arm and draws her attention away from wedding guests offering congratulations.  “What are you doing?  Chris works with them,  I need to make nice–”

“Shhh.. You’re ovaries will thank me.  Look.”  She spins her sister around towards the dance floor, where Chris has dark haired Stella in one arm and fair haired Dakota in the other, dancing and laughing with them.

“I mean, he’s my brother in law and all, but that makes me wanna have kids with him!”

Emery smiles, shaking her head at her slightly tipsy sister’s honesty.  She sucks in air between her teeth before admitting, “Damn, that is sexy.  My bearded dork… He’s gonna make a great dad someday.”

“You change your mind? You still wanna wait?”

Continuing to watch her handsome husband with their nieces, she moves to sit at the closest table, taking a few moments to rest.  She nods to the quiet couple at the table, smiling as they raise their glasses to her in congratulations.  Her sister pulls up a chair next to her and they whisper conspiratorially.  “I’m in no rush.  He doesn’t like it, but I don’t wanna start our family while he’s still so obligated to the studio.  I start my new job in January. He’ll be home on the weekends, and days I don’t have office hours, I can go into Atlanta and be with him on set.  I just wanna enjoy being his wife for a bit.  Adjusting our lives together, creating us first.  I still gotta figure out how to deal with paparazzi and gossip before I bring a little one into our world.  There’s no rush.”

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Looking to the dance floor, the young girls so comfortable in his strong arms with his shirt sleeves rolled up, exposing his hidden beauty, her heart skips a beat.  “But yeah, I guess seeing him like that does make me hurt a little… Fuck, he’s really beautiful, isn’t he?”

Mackenzie giggles, accepting two beer bottles from the waiter as he walks by, handing one to her sister.  “Sis, I still can’t believe you captured your favorite superhero.  It’s like right out of some silly movie.”

“Or the best written fan fictions,” Jen comments as she wanders passed the table and joins the girls for a quick respite.  “Damn girl, you really know how to throw a wedding!  This is impressive.  So much eye candy,” she giggles as she collapses against the back of her chair.  Her eyes skim the dance floor, pinpointing various fantasies she sees on display.  “Tom is just as charming as I thought he’d be!  I thought I was going to die when he asked me to dance; his hand on my hip, guiding me to the floor.  Maybe I did die…  This is my ghost.  The ghost of Jen.  I’m not kidding.  This is the best wedding reception ever!”

Emery smiles at her fangirl friend.  She’s so grateful so many of her girls in the fandom world were able to join her for this special occasion.  “Don’t die; you haven’t met Seb yet, have you?”

Jen’s head drops back and she releases a primal sound.  She giggles and raises her head up, searching the floor for him.  “No.  I haven’t.” She shakes her head.  “Some of the guys disappeared to play in the snow, of all things, and I haven’t had the chance to meet him.  But when I do, talk about ‘best written fan fics…’  I’ve got some fantasies for him.”

Raising her hand for a high-five, Mackenzie slurs slightly, “Oh, sister, don’t I know it.  I’ve read your stuff.  Damn.  Why don’t we go get freshened up a bit, be ready when those handsome men reappear?”

When one of the photographers approaches the table to talk to Emery about getting some more posed photos, Mackenzie and Jen sneak off together.  They walk away arm in arm giggling over different fangirl story ideas that could take place at a wedding reception.

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Taking a breather from the snowball fight, Chris steals a few moments from the party atmosphere to gather with his Marvel co-workers and friends.  Robert gestures towards him with his water bottle, “So young lad… the wedding night? Any questions; concerns?”

Renner sees where this is going and playfully jumps in. “Yeah, you know, wedding night jitters… It can be stressful. Don’t be upset if your-” the hero themed snack table close by catches his eye and he can’t hold back the joke on the tip of his tongue. He chuckles, scratching his head. “Don’t be worried if your, uh, ‘flagpole of freedom’ can’t rise up for a salute.”

Knowing they aren’t finished, Chris just pinches the bridge of his nose, dropping his eyes to his shoes.  Shaking his head in mirth and disbelief, he holds in his laughter.

“Yeah, man. It happens,” Mackie interferes trying to keep a straight face. “Emery’s a sweet, quiet girl; I’m sure she’ll understand if you can’t perform any heroic deeds.”

A wicked grin gracing his countenance, Robert brightens at the name of his favorite little red head. He knows she’s just what Chris needed in his life to move him forward into true adulthood, and he has nothing but the best wishes for the couple, but he can’t help taking the opportunity to joke with his closest friends. “Hey, about Emery-”

Seeing that his new brothers Reece and Dan have joined the gathering, and wanting utmost respect for his wife, Chris cuts through his friend’s thoughts. “Hey now, none of that locker room talk about my sweet, innocent wife-”

Mark Ruffalo jumps in, coughing, ‘bullshit’ under his breath.  “Bullshit; My trailer’s right next to yours on set-”

Chris stares him down and the group shares a chuckle at his defensive posture.  ”-And no need to worry about me and my ‘salute.’ It’s all good,” he promises waving his hands in an explanatory gesture indicating that everything is in working order.

Seb steps up. “Well, man, we got you a little something. Don’t use ‘em all in the first year,” he advises, handing a gift bag to the groom.

Chris peers into the sack and doubles over in laughter, rising back up and doing his signature left-boob grab maneuver on Grillo, who just joined the circle.  Frank chuckles too, seeing what’s down in the bag. Through wheezing laughter, Chris spits out, “Jesus fuckin’ Christ! There must be like a thousand condoms in there!”  He shakes his head at the assortment of colorful foiled packets his friends have gifted to him.

“Hey, you don’t need all those tonight,” Seb teases as he reaches in and pockets some for himself. “That one bridesmaid is pretty hot.”

The men turn to the group of women out on the dance floor and Chris releases another gut busting laugh. “Oh, man, that one?” Raising his eyebrow, he nods to his close friend. “Yeah. Just be careful with that one…”

Seb’s intrigued expression shows he’s not interested in Chris’s friendly advice, and who is Chris to warn his friend and keep him from some undoubtedly sinful fun? Chris drops the topic as Hemsworth raises his glass in a toast, all joining in with kind words for their dear friend and his new bride.

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Moving away from the dancing bridesmaids and collection of friends, Emery’s sister-in-law Susan finds her husband wandering across the room towards her.  “Are you okay?” she asks Reece. “What has that little huddle all about?”

“What?” he asks, not truly hearing her over the din of the party room. His dazed look causes her concern.

“Babe? You’re scaring me a little; what’s wrong?” She pushes him towards the door to the quiet hallway.

Reece smiles down at his wife, waving at his father who is heading back into the room through the other doorway. “Wrong? Nothing’s wrong,” he explains, his voice full of mirth and wonder. “I think I have the coolest sister ever. She actually married a real super-hero… I’ve talked renewable energy with Ruffalo all afternoon, I’m golfing with Downey tomorrow and Scarlett asked to see pictures of our baby…. I’m just… I’m a nerd. I’m in frickin’ heaven right now. Am I dreaming?” He chuckles, cornering his wife against the wall.  Leaning down to kiss her neck, she tilts her head back to accept his affections.  His tone drops seductively. “By the way, have I told you how beautiful you look in this bridesmaid dress. The classic style really shows off your, uh,” Reece pauses, looking down to his wife’s plump breasts busting out of her dress, mashed against his chest.  “Pretty eyes,” he laughs.

She rolls her ‘pretty’ eyes knowing exactly where his mind is headed.  “Honey, if you don’t let me go, this dress will be ruined. I’m about to explode. I just wanted to tell you I’m going to find a quiet place to pump.  Little Luke will just have to wait to get the real thing later… Oh, and the photographer is trying to round the men up for more photos. Save me a dance for later, okay?”

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Waiting on the snow covered patio the wedding party huddles together for warmth and anticipates further instructions.  At Emery’s request Chris hired their new friend and photographer, Erin, and a small team of professionals to take the official and candid photos for their special day.  The men are summoned for more photos in the fading light and slowly begin to move to the appointed location.

“Hold up, come back here!” Emery calls out to Chris as he begins to walk away to join the groomsmen for more photos.  “Why is your ass wet?”

Chris grins sheepishly, jumping in front of his charming bride to block the snowball Scott poorly aimed at him.  “Sorry sis,” her new brother shouts.  “I was aiming for meatball, there.”

The groomsmen send up a cheer when her well aimed snowball hits Scott solidly in the chest.  Her brother, Reece, laughs and says, “Scott, I’d say you throw like a girl, but she proved that wrong.”

“Not thrown many snowballs before,” she whispers to Chris, “thank goodness it was a packing snow, or I’d have looked like an idiot.”  She brushes the snow from his jacket and smiles as Erin snaps some candid shots.  “Honey, I asked ‘why is your ass wet?’”

“Earlier in our snowball fight, I fell on it,” he admits, rubbing his hand down the back of his thigh.  “I think I might have bruised something…  I couldn’t get traction in the snow in these dress shoes.  Shit.  It didn’t stain did it? We gotta fuckin’ return this thing, right?”

In the dimming sunlight Emery bends to check out the ass of his pants and playfully bites at him.

Capturing the photo Erin shouts, “Oh, that one goes on Twitter!”

“You be nice to me,” Chris laughs shaking his finger at her, “Or it’s back to Disney full time for you!”

“Oh, it’s such a horrible place to work.  Taking photos of happy families and couples all day,” she laughs, playfully moving him to the right lighting for the photo she wants to snap.

Emery elegantly slides in next to him, a natural in front of the camera and Chris’s heart grows  full of pride.  Such beauty and grace… Home.  

“I don’t see any stains, but it’s no big deal.  We own the suit,” Emery replies with a sly grin on her face.

Blocking her from the cold chill in the air, he pulls close to her.  “What? Why?”

“Are you kidding me?!  That is Suit Porn at it’s finest, and it’s all mine.  Like once a month, I’m just gonna have you put it on and walk around the house and bring me things,” she giggles.

Adjusting his movements for Erin to click her photos as the sun sets against the falling snow, Chris teases, “Oh, really?”  He nods his head.  “Fine.  That’s fine.  A long as you return the favor occasionally and put on this dress and do the same.”

Blushing, she bows her head, “Oh, honey, no.  This is vintage.  This is going away safe.  Ilaria and I already have planned to get it framed, but we can get a replica made.”

Chris laughs, his eyes wide at the thought, happy to see his wife willing to spend his money freely on something frivolous.  “I adore you, kitten.  And I see it has pockets?”

“It does!” She exclaims. “Every good nerd girl knows a wedding dress must have pockets!”

Rolling his eyes, Chris chuckles, “I understood that reference.  I wish I didn’t, but I do….”

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As the afternoon moves into evening, and the photos outside are finished, Chris and Emery take the stage again to introduce the next “activity” for the wedding guests.  The two giggle and tussle over who will actually speak before Chris finally places the microphone in her hand and presents her to the crowd with a flourish of his arms.  Stepping into the limelight, she laughs and mumbles “Chicken shit,” under her breath before addressing the crowd.  “Hey, y’all.  We hope you’re having a wonderful time.  Chris and I wanted to thank everyone for making time in their busy schedules and for battling the winter storms this week to get here-”

Leaning over her shoulder, wrapping his arms around her tiny frame, he chimes in, “I tried to tell her snow and Boston could be a bad combination, but she’s a little hard-headed. However,  I think we can all agree, the day was amazing and the snow was beautiful; just what she’d hoped for…” He smiles as the crowd cheers and applauds, lightly placing a kiss on her temple before letting her continue her speech.

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“We have a family wedding tradition in the Thomas family that some of you might not be familiar with, known as the Dollar Dance,” Emery continues.  “The idea is you can dance with the bride or groom, but you have to make a donation, traditionally used to collect money for expenses of starting a new household together.  Well, no one wants to dance with me,” she giggles at Chris’s motions that he does,  “and we don’t need another toaster, and I’ve got all these handsome Marvel men and women here tonight so they’ve agreed to help with my family tradition, with a little twist!”  She smiles as family members begin to shift towards the stage, preparing for the awaited dance.  “For your donation, you can twirl around the floor with any of the lovely people around the room tonight, but since Chris and I don’t need the money, all the money will be divided and donated to Christopher’s Haven, here in Boston, and the shelter where I volunteer my time in Savannah.”

Chris blushes and shakes his head when her fangirl friends go crazy, and lines actually begin to form around his friends.

Wait, there are some basic rules,” Emery begins to explain.

“Just like a teacher to spoil the fun!” her friend Lillian yells across the room, her eyes on Mackie.  She gives a little shove to her friend Gitali, motivating her to move quickly to find Chadwick for the first dance.

“Ha-ha, dear. Shushie.  Really. I promise the rules will work in your favor…  I know how a fangirl mind works; I had to create some guidelines to keep y’all in line!  Some of these handsome men are VERY married so be respectful. Same goes for ScarJo and Cobie, gentlemen.  I guess everyone else is fair game.”

“I’m available ladies,” Renner adds in motioning to the women closest to him, including Emery’s sister in law Susan and her friends Monica and Sophia.

“Me too,” offers Hiddleston, his arms already wrapped around Emery’s friend Devika. Emery gives her friend Danielle a thumbs up as she patiently waits behind them, bouncing on her tiptoes with excitement.

More cheers and laughter fill the rafters of the old farmhouse setting.

“Bring it down, bring it down,” Emery laughs, treating the crowd like she would a roomful of excited students.  “My good friend, Jen, was given a heads up on this. She has pledged an undisclosed amount for a FULL song with Seb, so back off. Get in her way, and I think she’ll hurt you…”

Chris erupts in laughter behind his wife, a full body shake as he nods his head in agreement to this statement.  He gives a salute to his friend, quietly standing in the corner, silently sending him luck.

“Hey, hey!  I gotta question!”  Mackie calls out from behind one of the many displays of food, his voice booming and playful. “This is a lustful looking group of women… Now, I know I agreed to this, but I’m gettin’ a little scared.  Where are they putting this money? Like am I gonna be pulling ones outta my briefs later?”

Sounds of heated catcalls fill the air, including ones from the beautiful bride, covering the microphone as she releases her laughter.  Blushing and laughing with her, Chris shakes his head.  “Mackie, anything that has been in your pants, we don’t want it.”

A random voice calls out, “Speak for yourself!”  Emery bites back her laughter at the slightly drunken outburst of her friend Violet, as she and their friend Deb wait for their dance with Frank Grillo.

“See!  That!  That’s what I’m talking about… “ Anthony shouts.  “I’m starting to feel a little uneasy about this.”

“Man, relax.  It’s for charity,” Seb laughs, stepping forward and clapping his friend good naturedly on the shoulder.  He makes eye contact with Jen as she begins to cross the room towards him and winks at her.

“Yea, we bein’ pimped out for charity!” Mackie exclaims clapping his hands and blowing a kiss to his lovely wife, who happens to be waiting in line behind Emery’s friend Tammy to dance with Chris Hemsworth. Frowning, he shakes his finger at her disapprovingly.

“Don’t worry Anthony, our nieces and nephews are coming around with bags for the donations to be placed in. Ladies, be appropriate and remember-”

“Mrs. Evans? What if I want to dance with you?” Robert Downey Jr.’s charming voice booms from the left side of the room.

Shielding her eyes from the spotlight, Emery smiles at the kind man’s suggestion. “Well, aren’t you a sweetie!  Nah, I’ll let you do that for free,” Emery laughs, waving aside his offer.

“No, sweetheart. A deal’s a deal.  It’s for charity.  I got $6000 bucks,” he says, stepping forward and waving his checkbook.

Emery stares at Robert in disbelief, her mouth slightly agape and Chris gently pushes her forward. “For the kids at the hospital? She’s all yours man.”

“Getting rid of me already?! Well, come here, handsome!” Emery laughs as Robert sweeps her off the stage into his arms, gently setting her on the ground.

“Well, I’ll pay $1000 to dance with RDJ,” calls out another sweet Southern drawl.  “I didn’t realize he was on the dance card!”

“Who is that?” Robert looks around in search of the owner of the lovely voice.  “Is that your mother?” he asks Emery his voice full of flirtatious charm.  “I’ll pay another $1000 just to listen to her slow Southern words whispered in my ear as we dance.”

As the DJ begins to play “Dangerous Woman,” at the request of Jen for her dance with Sebastian, Emery pushes Robert away.  “Oh, hell no.  I am not dancing to this with you.  Next song.”  She laughs and grabs her husband instead.

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The couple lean against the doorway, smiling at friends heading outside to enjoy the cool night air and s’mores around the campfire.  Crouching down, Emery helps Miles and Dawson put their gloves on to go outside to join the snowball fight.  “Do you think the Hulk can be on my team?” Miles whispers to the newest member of his family.

“I don’t know, bud.  He’s right behind you, all you gotta do is ask.”  Emery prods him forward and her heart soars when Mark sweeps the little boy over his shoulder and carries him outside, chanting “Hulk loves snow!”

She watches Chris with her dear friends from back home, Lisa, Carol and Jenny, as the ladies say goodnight and wish them the best for their happy futures together.  He kisses each woman gently on the cheek and thanks them for coming, reminding them of the breakfast the next morning before everyone leaves town.

Exhaling slowly Chris pulls his bride close to his side and kisses the top of her head, her curls loose and frizzy from the warmth of the room and a night of dancing and fun.  Murmuring against her temple, he declares: “You look good with kids; you’re gonna be a natural. You know that right?”

“Only ‘cause you know how to balance me,” she admits.  Changing away from the touchy subject of children, she teases, “So, are you still mad we didn’t get married at Disney?”

Chris waves at some friends who are leaving and responds, “You’re forgiven. Mickey Mouse in a Pats jersey on the groom’s cake made up for it, and we’ll be there soon enough.”

“So, where are we going on our honeymoon?  Are you still not telling me?”

“Nope.  It’s a surprise; you’ll find out when we land.  I made sure Mackenzie actually packed you real clothes this time though.”  He smiles at the memory of Emery’s first visit to Boston last Thanksgiving. “And the vows?  You know I didn’t write them at the last minute last night.  Were you happy with those?”

Emery giggles as his hands caress down her arms warming her from the wintery night air at the open doors.  “We said words? In front of the minister?  I don’t remember anything; my heart was pounding so loudly in my ears and I couldn’t stop thinking how handsome you looked.  Did we even say ‘I do?’”  She leans her weary head against is chest.

“Yes, we did, kitten. I do, man and wife, the whole thing…  we can watch the video on the flight tomorrow night.”  He sighs happily, lifting her chin up to meet his joyful blue eyes.  “Hey, I wanted to tell you, before I forget… I’ve never seen you look so beautiful as you do tonight.  This image of you will be burned in my brain forever.  So beautiful, happy, peaceful.”

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“You don’t look too bad yourself,” she smiles, spinning in his arms, crashing her chest against his solid body. He lands against the wall with a quiet ‘oomph.’

He chuckles as he sees her pulls dilate and darken; his kitten wants to play.  “Tired of being the belle of the ball?”  His raspy voice suggests his growing need to leave their friends and family.  “I believe last night you said something about a blowjob the next time you saw me?”

“That could be arranged,” she giggles pressing her lower body closer to his, circling her arms around his neck.  Licking her lips to tease him, she forces his head down so their lips can meet.  Full of promise with a building fire rising behind it, her tongue plays gently along his plump bottom lip but he doesn’t let her in.

Slowly retreating, Chris rests his forehead against hers and quietly inquires, “When can we get outta here?”

Although he’s pulled away from her lips, they are still connected at the waist and he makes his presence known by pulling her even nearer to him.   She chuckles, “Babe, we still have about twenty, maybe thirty minutes.  We haven’t thrown the bouquet or the garter.”

Rising tall he leans back against the wall, looking down at his petite bride, his chosen life partner.  He rolls his eyes.  “Such old-fashioned traditions, kitten.”  He teases as he caresses her cheek, looking over her shoulder briefly to watch their friends enjoy the company of one another.

Shrugging her shoulders, she smirks.  “Just be careful when you climb up under my dress.  Don’t flash the goods.  My underwear disappeared about 20 minutes ago.”  She smiles at his ragged breathing.  She holds her left hand out, turning her hand in the party lights to admire her sparkling wedding ring.  “And the stone on my hand isn’t the largest diamond you’ve given me that I’m wearing right now.”

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She is pulled away by her younger brother Parker for a dance before Chris even has a chance to respond.  She looks over her shoulder and giggles as the meaning of the words dawn on him and his jaw drops. She wiggles her eyebrows flirtatiously and winks at him.  He shakes his finger at her and mouths the words ‘naughty girl.’  The sound of her laughter is carried away with the music and he is caught up in a dance with his older sister Carly.

Later, as the strains of “Don’t Stop Believing” begin and the room goes wild, he catches up to his sweet bride again.  Loud  voices ring out, all chiming in, the crowd mimicking Chris’s rendition with “schinger in a schmokey room, schmell of wine and scheap perfume.”  Chris shakes his head, surprised by the affection the crowd shares for the song simply based on a silly role he once played.

Without words, Emery can sense his pride, but she all out laughs at the scene she sees behind him as she watches their friends Jen and Sebastian leaving the reception hall together.

Pulling her to the center of the dancing circle, he holds her tight and growls in her ear, “Diamond?  Do you mean what I think you mean?”

She winks and smiles, licking her lips seductively, anticipating their wedding night fun back in their shared room soon enough.  “Yes, Mr. Evans. Every little part of me is now yours and you are mine. Forever and always, I’m with you till the end of the line.”

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Introducing Mr. and Mrs. Evans

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Other snapshots from the big event

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This story concludes the second series for Emery and Chris!

Watch for two scheduled follow up stories in the future!

A special thank you to all the ladies featured in the story.  Without your love and support through the last year, this story- these characters- wouldn’t be who they are today.  This has been an amazing experience for me and I owe you my gratitude.  Thanks for being part of my tribe: Lisa, Kaiti, Carol, Jen, Susan, Lillian, Jenny, Violet, Deb, Tammy, Monica, Danielle, Devika, Gitali and Erin

A very special thank you to Whitney (aka mculove1) for creating beautiful wedding portraits for Chris and Emery, featuring actor Chris Evans and actress Rachel Lefevre

A special thank you to Lisa (akathewife101) you know I owe it all to you!  And the wedding ring edit is SPOT ON.  Thank you so much for your unwavering support.

All photos were found on Pinterest.

Click here for the next Emery&Chris story, You Promised: a Honeymoon Drabble

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