Living in this life, you've never gotten to have much say in anything. What you wear, who you hang out with, and now, who you marry and you're dreading your arranged marriage to the Italian mob boss, Chris Evans. Expecting to suffer through a life o...
Arranged Series Add-On : The Reader and Chris Discuss a Dog
Pairing: Mafia!chris evans x female!reader
Warnings: 18+ please.
W/C: 262
This is a work of fiction.
Italian and Italian translation in italics. (The translations were run by someone who fluently speaks Italian, if there are any corrections to be made, please let me know!)
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Leaning against the kitchen island, you raised the coffee mug to your lips and blew softly before taking a sip, staring out into the backyard, "you know what we need?"
Chris walked up behind you, his bare chest pressing against your back. One hand snaked around your front, resting on your belly, the other brought the mug of coffee in his hands to his lips, "hmm?" He hummed, taking a sip.
"A dog."
Chris snorted, "a dog?"
You attempted to look back at Chris, "what's so funny?" You wanted to laughed at the incredulous look on his face.
"A dog?"
You smirked, "I know my Italian sucks, but i think my English is pretty easy to understand."
He poked your ribs, making you laugh, "I've never pictured myself with a dog."
"I mean, come on!" You turned to face him, "Can't you just picture a golden retriever—"
Chris's face twisted with disgust.
"A Labrador?"
He shook his head no.
"A Yorkie?"
"Mio dio, Y/N, wrong direction!" (My god)
You stared at him, rolling your eyes, "German shepherd?"
He pushed his lips together, narrowing his eyes as he considered it, "that i could picture."
"Alright big guy," you reached up to pat his shoulder, "we'll get a big ole German shepherd to make you feel all big and strong," you turned to walk away, Chris shaking his head behind you.
"Wait! I never said yes!"
You turned to face him, walking backwards, "Tutto ciò che voglio? Right?" (Whatever i want) You sent him a wink before making your way up to your bedroom.
