What's Up, Doc? • Chris Evans (BWWM)

Maybe Merry Christmas

Spoilers for Knives Out ahead. If you haven't seen it .... close this down and go watch it. Marta my spirit animal.

"We almost home, baby girl," the flight from Phoenix to Boston was a killer. I got on the plane in shorts and had to immediately switch leggings and fleece joggers when I landed to get through this Massachusetts snow. I'm going to make myself a pot of gumbo and lay down.
When we got to my apartment Boudicca started scratching at the door.
"No, no, sit," she so eager to get in.
I opened the door to see the hottest man in the world dressed as a sexy Santa with a cute reindeer puppy.
"Ho! Ho! Ho!" We exchanged keys to our places a few days after Thanksgiving. I wasn't expecting this outcome but I love it.
Boudicca ran to the boys. Chris immediately gave her belly rubs. I placed my bags by the front door. As I locked the door back Chris grabbed me and spun me around.
"I said ho ho ho!" I laughed as he put me down. I kissed him. Well more his Santa beard.
"I missed you," I hugged his shirtless body.
"I missed you, Ari baby," he kissed my head.
"Wait. I must get back into character,"
"Okay, thespian," I backed away. He took a deep breath. He's so annoying.
"Now tell me little lady. Have you been Naughty or Nice?"
"My boyfriend says I'm a very good girl,"
"Your boyfriend told me you need help putting up Christmas decorations,"
"He is right. But are you the real Santa? Where's your belly?" I poked one of Chris' many abs.
"You haven't seen my Disney movie. Have you?" I shook my head no.
"I'll tell Chris to add it to the movie night line up. Now to business. Chris has sent me here to help you put up your very merry decorations. He said you said you are too busy to do them this year. We are both not having that," I smiled. He's so fucking thoughtful.
"Well how about this, Santa. I'm going to go take a shower. My Christmas decorations are in the hall closet and guest room closet. They're labeled Christmas,"
"Christmas decorations labeled Christmas. Got it," he leaned back and let out a loud ho ho ho. The dogs looked at him. Dodger started howling. I got my phone out and taped them holding back my laugh.
"You boys are crazy. Let me shower so I can boss you around,"
Chris took my bags into my room. I hate him for making Santa sexy. How do you have a dick print in Santa pants?
I quickly showered and went in my closet to find something festive and sexy. I found a red silk button up from when I dressed as Left Eye in the Creep video. My white lace Calvin undies will go with it. I threw my some red fuzzy socks and joined my man back in the living room. He found all the boxes and lost the beard.
"Santa, you shaved,"
"It got itchy," he chuckled.
"So, Christmas tree first?" He asked holding the box.
"Yes, we have to move some things around,"
"Ah! Ah! You're not lifting a finger," he sat me down on my couch then went in the kitchen to pour me a glass of wine.
"You point. I move,"
"Can I lift a finger when we get to ornaments?" He smiled.
"Yes, now what is going where?"
Chris put up the tree, put lights on the balcony, switched out the my Fall decorations for Poinsettias and other Christmas decor. All with no shirt on. God Bless Captain America.
"We putting lights around your door outside?"
"No lights allowed on the door. I need to buy a new reef,"
"You said it broke right?"
"Boudicca thought it was a stick," he laughed.
"Let me start dinner. Then we can decorate the tree,"
"What we eating?"
"Have you had gumbo before?"
"When I was visiting Mackie in New Orleans. I had some..."
"Too hot?"
"Yes," he pouted.
"I don't make mine spicy. Don't worry," I grabbed the things I need to defrost from the freezer.
"You want a protein shake to hold you over?"
"Peanut butter and banana," he said going through the lights for the tree.
"I'll butter your banana," I muttered.
"You coming off the nice list!" we laughed. For a old man the hearing is top notch.
Since we spend so much time at each other's house we started putting snacks the other likes in our houses. He has all my favorite teas and creamers while I'm buying whey protein and beef jerky.
"Here you go, baby," I joined him on the floor to help sort through it.
"Thank you, darling," these pet names gonna be the death of me.
"All these lights go on the tree?" He asked seeing he only emptied half the box.
"If we can't see it from the sidewalk. WE'VE FAILED!" He laughed. I had Chris place it right in front the  ceiling to floor windows in the living room.
"Is my outfit more Christmas or Valentine's Day?" He looked at me and bit his lip.
"The panties would look better in your mouth," my jaw dropped.
"Oh, you're ready?" He grabbed at the front of my panties.
"Ahhhhh, I'm going to put on Christmas music to calm you down," I almost spilled my wine getting up.  Chris evilly chuckled.
I went on my Spotify and found a Christmas playlist that had my requirements of Destiny's Child. I smiled as Chris hummed along to I'll Be Home for Christmas.
He allowed me to help put the many lights on the tree. We hung the many ornaments. It may be cheesy but I want a picture one with Chris.
"Oh, Chris! It looks so good!"
"Still needs the star," he smiled handing it to me.
"You put it up. You did all the work,"
"You sure?"
"Get up there. I want a picture," he walked up the step ladder the puppies walked over to watch him. I silently cheered and took the picture.
"Wooooo! Chriiiistmas treeee ohhhh Chriiiistmas tree!" He said getting down and petting the puppies.
"Light bill going to skyrocket," I showed him the photo.
"So worth it though," I smiled.
"That's cute. Send it to me,"
"The group chat is getting this too,"
"About thaaat?"
"What?" I looked up from my phone.
"I've been wanting to have this conversation with you but we've both been busy,"
"This sounds serious. Let's sit down," we went over to the sofa.
"So, my publicist let me know that someone a shopping a story to blogs that my dad is dating someone in their 20s. Luckily, no one thinks it's a big enough story to report,"
"I'm sorry, baby. I did tell the girls on Thanksgiving. I'm so sorry,"
"Its not your fault. We don't even know who the source is because my sisters told their friends,"
"I shouldn't be telling your business," he kissed my hand.
"Ari baby. We're together now. My business is yours and yours is mine. It's just the entertainment media is..... ruthless. They love seeing celebrities doing bad because that's what gets clicks. Since I don't live in Hollywood I'm less accessible to get stories on and they hate that. So when they find something they sink their teeth in it and sensationalize it. Like when we went on our first date. You just have to be careful of who you tell what to. I know your girls love you and want the best for you. But usually why stuff like this leaks it's because somebody told somebody. Someone in the background overheard it. You never know. I'm not mad at you. Not one bit. Like I said I should have had this conversation earlier. You're not privy to this Hollywood shit," bless Lisa and Bob for making this man. So mature.
"I promise I won't tell your business anymore-"
"Our,"
"Our business. Did you tell your dad?"
"I did. He was slightly upset but we got into a whole other conversation that blew my mind,"
"What?"
"Lacy isn't his girlfriend,"
"They weren't all that flirty at the game,"
"Yeah, because... don't laugh because I'll laugh," I pursed my lips.
"Go,"
"My dad is in a BDSM dom/sub relationship with Lacy. Non romantic just sex. He didn't tell me who plays what role. I don't want to know," it all makes sense why Chris is a freak now.
"Her room mate wasn't paying their rent. They dipped on her. She was going to get evicted so my dad let her stay at his house until she gets money for a new place," he also got his generosity from him.
"He's actually been talking to this 50 year old who lives in Philadelphia,"
"I love the Evans men. So many surprises. Has he talked to your sisters?"
"Yes, they're having dinner this Friday actually,"
"See told you y'all would get through it,"
"You did," he kissed me.
"Anything else I need to put up?"
"Put the boxes away. I'll start cooking,"
"Go team!" I laughed getting up.