Christmas Presents

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Christmas Presents

An Emery & Chris story

*a Chris Evans fan fic*

by avenger-nerd-mom

Chris and Emery have a little discussion about where to keep her Christmas presents in their new Boston home

Warnings: FLUFF

Word Count 1655

January 2019

Leaning in the door frame, arms crossed, he bites the inside of his cheek to keep from saying what he’s thinking.  Any little thing seems to set her off recently, and he’s too tired for another go.  It’s his own damn fault anyway, because he told her to choose any color she wanted.  And the smile on her face is so damn cute, he already knows she’s going to get her way.  Like she always does, and this time, he can’t hold back the laugh at his own thought.

“But kitten, it’s like, Army-khaki brown?  That’s not a color for a nursery; I mean if it’s a little girl don’t we want pink and-”

Emery spins on her heels and the light catches her hair just right, like a halo of flames around her head.  She squints her eyes at him, responding.  “Christopher Robert Evans, don’t you dare finish that sexist remark.” Teacher voice, he thinks, and not the sexy one…  And it’s not khaki, it’s called taupe, and I like it.  It goes perfect with my Christmas presents, perfect for the baby’s room!”

He coughs to bide his time and give her a moment to settle down.  He moves to her and bracing his hands on her forearms, he tugs them away from her rounded hips and pregnant belly and drops them to her sides for a less threatening pose.   “Don’t get defensive with me; I know what that color it’s called. I dated an interior designer, you know…” he winks at her playfully.

Sticking her tongue out at him, she chides him, poking him squarely in his solid chest.  “You don’t have to remind me; I know. You bring it up every time we redecorate, you ass,” she chuckles.  “Keep memories of your ex-girlfriends out of our baby’s bedroom, alright. Or that new accountant we need?  I know just the guy; he also just moved up here from-”

STOP.  Stop.  I can dish it out, but I can’t take it.  No more talk of exes, ever.  I promise.” He puts his hands up in defeat and holds his out for a pinkie swear.  He laughs when she links her tiny finger with his, tugging him to her lips for a quick, chaste kiss.  “But really, babe, this isn’t what I had in mind when I framed these and gave them to you.”

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He stares up at the ‘vintage’ Captain America posters on the wall, in the style of old movie playbills.  When packing his old place in LA, he found lots of memorabilia he knew she would love and cherish, and he had framed these, thinking she would put them in the shared office in their new Boston home.  He never imagined she would plan the design of the baby’s nursery around them, picking out colors from the photos as accents.

“I know, but they’re just so beautiful.  I mean I guess we can move them to the office, or down in the den they’d look nice too.  But I just like the style,” she shrugs her shoulders.  “We don’t have to make a decision today, but-”

Chris sweeps his arm around the room, the cherry wood furniture, shiny and new.  His robust laugh echoes in the room.  “Babe, your ‘nesting’ kicked in.  Everything we picked out and ordered is already delivered and in place.  You’d really agree to changing the room?”  He smiles at the faint blush on her cheeks, drawing attention to her cute freckles.  Damn, she’s gonna get her way- but then the faint smell of fresh paint assaults his nose.  His tone changes. “Wait- who painted?  You aren’t supposed to be painting.”

She gets sheepish and moves to the dresser, folding some of the baby clothes already given to them.  She smiles at the collection of little clothing, many of onsies marked with shields and sayings like ‘My Daddy is a superhero!’

“Emery?  Dammit, please tell me you didn’t paint.  We talked about not doing stupid things while I’m away working.”  Now he’s the one standing in the center of the room, hands on his hips.  He feels the beginning of a headache.  They’d already had one little scare early on in the pregnancy and he was not willing to risk anything.  His tone drops, full of concern. “Babe, you know I can’t lose you; you have to be safe.”

Turning to him, she quietly calms him.  “Relax, babe.  I didn’t do anything.”  Her smile lights up the room when he moves closer and begins folding the the tiny clothes also.  They look so tiny in his strong, firm hands.  “Uncle Scott came and helped, and I haven’t stayed in the house.  I’ve slept at your mom’s.  I don’t wanna spend a night here until we can be in the house together.  He didn’t like the color either; he told me you’d hate it.  But he did have a suggestion if you absolutely hated it.”

“Yea, he’s dated  interior decorators too,” he pauses at her raucous laughter to his joke.  His eyes sweep over the shelves of Captain America bears he’s collected from fans over the years, and army toys from the forties, painted with shields.  Throwing his head back to look up at the ceiling briefly, he has to admit although it wasn’t where he pictured sitting and rocking their child to sleep, it was a beautifully done room.  “What? What’s his idea?”

Shrugging her shoulders, “It’s partly your fault, you know.  Every time I’ve tried to bring up the design, you say ‘after this’ or ‘after that.’”  She tugs his arm and pulls him over to sit on the plush couch under the window.  “I made it this far.  We’re good, honey.”  Placing their hands over her belly she smiles at Chris with his teary eyes.  “We’re gonna be okay.  I just know it.  You gotta start bonding.  You’re gonna be a dad, and meet THIS little one, even if I end up sitting on my ass for weeks…”  Chris wipes away a tear, fortified by his wife’s positivity. “I don’t know if it’s a boy or a girl, and I still don’t wanna know, but I know one thing.  Little One is a fighter.  Just like both of us; strong and hard as nails.  And with a name like Grant Lang Evans?”

Her hopeful question hangs in the air…

“No.  No.  I give in to all your little whims.  Even getting In and Out burgers and shakes at three am when I’ve got jet lag coming back from Singapore.  But no,” laughing and shaking his head, “If it’s a boy, that is not his name.  Do you have any idea how ‘fangirl’ crazy that sounds?”

She giggles, leaning her head against his strong bicep, tracing her fingers over his newest tat under the old ‘Loyalty’ one.  “I do like this tat,” she tells him.  “I wasn’t sure at first…but it’s growing on me…  Jelly bean, it’s tradition in my family for the oldest daughter  to use the middle names of both her grandfathers for the firstborn son.  I can’t help those names also happen to be tied to two of my favorite characters.” She giggles and rolls her eyes.  “But honey, Relax.  It’s not gonna be a boy.  I just feel it.”

Kissing the top of her head, he contentedly sighs.  “Well, then, I guess we better narrow down a girl’s name then, ‘cause you’re always right.”

“Yup!” she giggles, “And life would be so much easier if you would always remember that!”

Her sweet lilt is music to his years and he laughs, jostling her by his side.  “I’ll try to remember that, if you promise me one thing, kitten.”

Stifling a yawn, she giggles, “I don’t promise you anything in advance.  That gets me in trouble every time…”  She pauses at the memory of such a moment, which resulted in their pregnancy.  “What?  What are you trying to sneak?”  Her fingers brush down his arm taking his large hand in hers, brushing her thumb against the padded muscle in his palm.

“Promise me you’ll never lose that sweet Southern accent, no matter how long we live here in ‘yankee territory.’  And stop calling it that, too,” he chuckles.  Tickled by her touch, he gently extracts her hand from hers, moving to tuck his arm around her and pulling the blanket from the back of the couch to wrap her up.  “Nap time?”

“Uh, uh. Once a Southern belle, always a Southern belle…” She yawns, unable to avoid it this time.  “Will you stay here with me?”

“Of course, baby.  Always by your side… Till the end of the line,” he adds, needing a nap himself.

Moments pass in a companionable silence, before he whispers, “Emery? Are you still awake?”

“Hmm?” she hums, the sound of happiness evident in even the simplest noise.

“I still don’t know about the color and posters, but what was Scott’s idea?” His warm breath blows against the wispy curls on her forehead.

She giggles.  “With the brown, he thought giraffes or monkeys?  He doesn’t want to have to paint again.  And he was really glad the furniture was already built.  He had visions of sitting for hours and trying to put it together.  He’s so excited for another little one to love and he-.”

“Yea, we’re not naming the baby Scott either.  He can keep dreaming.”  Chris sighs, resting his head against hers.  “I’m sorry I haven’t been here.  Just three more weeks, babe, and this job’s a wrap…  But it’s good Scott is around when I’m not and it’s-”

“Honey, honey.  Shhh.  I’m really tired.  Can you just ‘Shhh?”

“Whatever you say, boss,” he whispers against her head.  “Tell Scott he won’t have to paint. The bears? The shields?  They look great.”  But he knows before he even finishes his last words that she is sound asleep against his side, her pregnancy zapping her more than they had anticipated.

Click here to read Surprises Ahead

To get to know Emery and Chris better, check out their novella, Georgia on My Mind, that introduces them as a couple, and their collection of short stories.

Copyright © 2016 avenger-nerd-mom.  All rights reserved. Intellectual property of avenger-nerd-mom

Killing Time


Killing Time

An Emery&Chris story

*a Chris Evans fan fic*

By avenger-nerd-mom

Thanks to car trouble, Emery and Chris have some time to kill

Warnings: None, Fluff

Word Count 911

This story was originally written and posted in October 2016 as a thank you to MCUlove for her amazing talents!  She surprised me with this beautiful edit of Emery and Chris and this scene popped into my head.

Now that the time is finally HERE, a few edits have been made to the story to fit the timeline that has developed over the last two years. (Although we know from leaked photos (September 2018), Chris has “Steve hair” right now, I’m leaving those details to match the photo edit that inspired the story!)

September 2018

“Well, aren’t you going to say something?” he huffs as removes his sunglasses, wiping away smudges from the lenses.

Shrugging her shoulders, she smiles and leans against the side of the car.  “What good is that gonna do? Really no point to get upset, jelly bean.”

“Jelly bean?” Chris complains, slamming the hood of car down and wiping his hands against his pants legs. “Don’t talk about food; I’m starving,”

She watches, hiding her grin, as he silently throws his little fit, stomping his feet against the tire as he walks to her.  She reaches in the window and grabs her travel bag, extracting one of his protein bars and tossing it to him.

He clumsily catches it, irritation still written all over his face.  “Damn, babe. I’m really sorry.”

“Chris. Knock it off. It’s not your fuckin’ fault the rental car broke down.  You said the service will be here in about two hours; we can still get back to Vegas in time for Scott’s birthday party tonight.  It’s not a big deal.” Rubbing his back, she soothes his nerves, taking a nibble of the treat when he offers her a bite. “We’ve had a nice drive today.  It’s exactly what I wanted when I said ‘let’s get away for awhile.’”

Chris brushes back her curls, moving his body to lean against hers, smashing her against the side of the car.  “You aren’t just saying that to make me feel better are you?”

“Now, why would I do that?” she giggles, wiping a drop of melted chocolate from his lip and sucking it from her thumb.

“Because that’s what you do.  You always know just what to say to make me feel better, and you are always so calm in any crisis.”

“We do have a lot of little mishaps, don’t we?” she giggles, wrapping her arms around his waist.  “Just in the last few weeks, the water pipes flooding everything in the LA house, the deal falling through on the place in Boston we wanted and the hurricane messing up my conference in Orlando.”

Pouting, he smiles wearily.  “I’m still mad we had to cancel Disney, ya know,” leaning in to kiss her forehead.

“I know. But it was just a quick weekend anyway. I rescheduled it for October, before you start work in Toronto.  We’ll go then and do the Mickey party; I promise…”

The smile on his face could light up the whole world and her heart soars. “That’s almost better than Disney at Christmas; you know that right?”

She giggles as he covers her face in kisses. “I figured…. It’s the same weekend as the anniversary of our first date, right before the Chicago con. I invited Carly and Ryan to bring the kids; I hope that’s okay?”

“Perfect; you always think of everything.”  He removes his jacket and lays it over the open window.  “Aren’t you hot in that jacket?”

“Yeah, but I think I better keep it on,” Emery says matter of factly.  “I didn’t plan for this and I don’t have sunscreen. I don’t wanna get burned.”

Chris nods his head to show his understanding.  “So, babe, two hours to kill… And don’t take this personally, but it is too damn hot to use the time to fool around.”  He pushes off of her and raises his thin tank top to wipe the sweat from his brow. She grabs his belt loop and pulls him back close.  He chuckles and shakes his head ‘no,’ but she steals a quick kiss anyway, dragging her fingertips over his exposed belly.

“None taken babe. And no offense, but the heat zaps me. Can’t say I’m too interested,” she giggles, ducking away from the playful swipe he makes to hit her arm.  “If there was a place to stretch out, I’d vote for a nap.” She steps around to the back of the car and hops up to sit on the trunk, the metal hot on her tiny little hands.

Looking at his watch, he sees some time has passed. “An hour and forty-five minutes.  What can we do for all that time if we aren’t using it as sexy time?”

“Sexy time? Really Chris,” she teases, shaking her head.  “Well, there’s a deck of cards in the bag. Or we could talk.”

He groans.  “Talk? We talk all the time.  Who wants to do that? Talking to my wife is icky.”

He throws his head back in laughter when she sticks out her tongue and flips him off.  “Come here,” she motions her finger in a taunting tease, taking his hand and moving him to stand between her legs.  She tightens her knees against his tapered waist and takes a nervous breath and raises her blue eyes to his.

“What, kitten?”  He reads the change in her mood. “What should we talk about? We’ve got time on our hands.  I’m not going anywhere.”

She lovingly rubs her hands across his scruff, over the top of his freshly shaved head, as if she is memorizing every feature.  For a moment his heart drops, as if she is about to share bad news. She kisses his lips gently and draws back to look him in the eyes.  Sighing again, she sits up tall as a beautiful smile graces her face. “Maybe, Mr. Evans, we should start picking out baby names… We’re about ten weeks pregnant! Baby Evans is about the size of a strawberry. Wanna see a picture?”

Click here for the next Emery&Chris story, Bun in the Oven

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