Chris McLean Imagines

Go Out With Me Part 2

***A/N: Reader is Female! 

***Continuation of the previous chapter. It is incredibly short, but I figured as a continuation it didn't need an excessive length. Sorry for being away for so long, college is killing me.***

(Y/N) and Chris sat across from one another. The room was dimly lit and a nicely dressed table between them. On the table was a serving plate, covered in a silver cloche* and two champagne glasses filled half-way. (Y/N) couldn't help the small smile on her face as Chris told her about his day.

"-and then Chef said-" Though she was listening, her focus was more so on the movement of his lips, the words flowing though flawlessly. "(Y/N)? Are you listening?" Her face turned pink and she smiled nervously.

"Uh...no?" She giggled. "I'm sorry." He returned the smile and shook his head.

"It's okay." He pulled the cloche off the serving plate, revealing a plate full of pasta, topped with two chicken breasts. Chris separated the meal between the two of them, and she thanked him.

"This looks amazing, Chris. Did you make this?" He chuckled.

"Of course, I'm not just an attractive show host." He joked. "How was your day?" She smiled softly.

"It was alright. I spent the day reviewing loads of paperwork, injury reports and reviews of the show. Y'know, its strange to see how many fans enjoy seeing the 'relationship' between Dave and Sky. It reminds me of the Duncan and Courtney ship." She shook her head, a slight laugh leaving her lips. "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course. Anything."

"What made you decide to cook this time?" She asked, taking a bite of her chicken. He looked at her, slightly confused. "Typically, you take us to a fancy restaurant in your helicopter, or to an interesting location for a picnic. I just didn't expect you to cook this time." She smiled, shrugging.

"We've been together for 4 and a half years. I figured it was time to cook you something nice. I found a recipe online." He laughed. "It took forever to get it right. I've had this same meal every night for the past two weeks." (Y/N) couldn't help the laughter that escaped her lips.

"We could have went out, it wasn't a big deal, you know." He shook his head.

"It is a big deal, to me." Chris stood from his spot and moved to her side, kneeling down and taking hold of her hand.

"Four and a half years ago, the campers set us up and I- I didn't show up. But- I asked you out as soon as I knew it was suppose to be a date. I didn't know you liked me the way I had liked you. It's been the greatest 4.5 years of my life, and it is all because of you, (Y/N)." Chris pulled a ring from his front pocket. "Marry me." Chris looked nervous but held that confident smile. "Please." It was similar to when he asked her out years ago.

"Okay." She smiled. "Of course, I would love to marry you Chris McLean."

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*Cloche: a bell-shaped cover placed over food in cooking or serving. The French word cloche comes from Medieval Latin clocca, which is also the source of the words "cloak" and "clock."