Imperfect Emily

Chapter 27, "What the fuck!"

After Chris and I got out the shower we ate and laid in the bed. I frankly couldn't move because of Mr. Evans but he was being extra comforting.

"You want a leg massage or..."

"Chris don't touch me," I interrupted.

"I said I was sorry, even though I shouldn't be apologizing."

"And why is that?"

"I asked you multiple times, I even told you it was going to hurt but I think your words were, Now fuck me for Gods sake," he quoted.

"I don't recall," I lied.

"Sureeee," he said exaggerating the word.

"But it's not your fault, I'm fine. I totally don't blame you."

"Yeah you should blame this guy," he pointed.

I rolled my eyes, pulling the covers up.

"So can we watch Captain America now?" he smiled.

"What is your obsession with this dude?" I sighed.

"He's a great guy, you got to love the man."

"Not even the shield is great," I shrugged.

"I'm going to pretend you didn't say that," he said, turning on the tv.

"But I did."

"Want to get hurt again," he threatened.

"Nvm, put on the movie," I smiled.

"Thought so", he grinned.

I freaking adore this man so much that it's literally scary.

"Before we start can you help me put my hair up?" I asked.

He huffed before walking over to help me out of the bed. I swear you can't get between this man and his Captain America.

We slowly paced to the bathroom due to the fact that my legs literally did not work.

I grabbed my hair tie off the counter, straining to lift my hair up.

"I'll do it," he insisted.

I smiled, handing him the hair tie. He brushed my hair back with his fingers trying to gather it all in his hands.

"This is too much," he said shaking his head.

I watched in the mirror in awe as he focused to put it all through the loop and to my surprise it actually wasn't a bad ponytail.

***Emily phone starts to ring***

"Can you go grab it?" I sighed.

"Sure", he said, leaving the bathroom.

Chris POV

I walked out of the bathroom to grab Emily's phone off the nightstand. When I picked it up my eyes were immediately drawn to the caller ID.

Chase, it read.

My eyes immediately widened as I started panicking. It wasn't even the caller ID that threw me off guard, it was the picture of her and my son on the screen as the phone buzzed.

The phone fell flat out my hand, hitting the ground hard. It continued to ring but I was lost for words and thoughts and everything..

"Who was it?" Emily asked, limping back into the room.

"C-Ch-Chas-Chase," I stumbled out.

"Oh, " she waved off.

"Chase Hudson?" I mumbled.