wait arsenal winning the prem is making me want dad!chrismd taking you and the kids to a game and getting super excited talking about everything and you come home and put the kids to bed and it’s just been a good day
summary: you and chris take your son out to watch the match
content: dad!chris, fluff, my very big lack of football knowledge
notes: thanks cher for helping me make up another child and decide on names again i also hate arsenal so this was heavy
The first thing you heard when you woke up was a door slamming.
The second was the sound of small feet tearing down the hallway.
"MUM! DAD! IT'S MATCH DAY!"
You groaned into your pillow.
Beside you, Chris let out a long sigh.
You reached for your phone.
Chris closed his eyes again.
A second later your bedroom door burst open.
Harvey stood there in an Arsenal shirt that hung nearly to his knees, his blonde curls sticking out in every direction.
He looked like he'd already been awake for hours.
Which, knowing Harvey, he probably had.
Chris cracked one eye open.
The bed dipped as Harvey launched himself onto the mattress.
You immediately got kicked in the thigh.
Chris caught Harvey before he could accidentally bounce off the bed altogether.
"But Arsenal are playing."
Chris grabbed his shoulders.
"We are going to watch the match."
"Mum doesn't seem excited enough."
"You don’t look like it."
"You should be more excited."
Chris burst out laughing.
"You've created a monster."
"He's got your attitude."
"He's got your obsession."
Getting ready took far longer than it should have.
Mostly because Harvey couldn't stop talking.
Every room he entered became a football podcast.
You were trying to fix his shirt while he listed Arsenal players.
Chris was trying to do his own hair while simultaneously explaining league tables.
The whole thing was chaos.
Eventually you managed to get everyone out the door.
Harvey walked between you and Chris swinging your hands.
I Arsenal win can I stay up later?"
"Arthur lets me stay up."
You looked at him suspiciously.
The pub was already packed.
Football shirts everywhere.
People crowded around televisions.
The atmosphere buzzing before kick-off had even happened.
Harvey was practically dragging you through the room.
Arthur barely had time to stand before Harvey crashed into him.
Harvey wrapped himself around Arthur's waist.
"I wouldn’t let my favourite nephew down."
Arthur looked over Harvey's head.
Chris immediately pointed at you.
"I'm perfectly reasonable."
The match itself was brilliant.
Mostly because Harvey was so invested.
He reacted like it was the most important thing that had ever happened.
At one point he climbed onto Arthur's lap so he could see better.
Five minutes later he was sat with Chris.
Neither could Chris, honestly.
By half-time both of them were analysing the game like professional pundits.
The three of them had somehow gathered a crowd.
You walked back with drinks to find Harvey standing on a chair explaining tactics to a man three times his age.
Everyone was on their feet.
Harvey nearly fell over trying to celebrate.
Chris grabbed him around the middle before he could disappear under a table.
Harvey was yelling so loudly you were fairly certain half of London could hear him.
The atmosphere was infectious.
When things finally settled down, Chris dropped back into his seat beside you.
"You've got a wife and child."
Chris laughed and leaned over to kiss you.
Harvey looked genuinely horrified.
Arthur immediately raised a brow.
Arthur caught it and ate it.
Harvey pointed between you and Chris.
"Mate, I've been putting up with this longer than you've been alive."
Arthur sighed dramatically.
By the time Arsenal won, the mood in the pub was incredible.
Harvey looked exhausted but determined not to admit it.
And he was still talking.
Who had somehow become his best friend for the day.
When your Uber finally arrived, Harvey climbed into the back between you and Chris.
Arthur squeezed into the front.
The conversation continued for approximately four minutes.
Then Harvey's voice got quieter.
Arthur twisted around in his seat.
Chris couldn't even argue.
Because he was smiling too much.
Getting Harvey upstairs required carrying him.
Harvey immediately tucked his face into his shoulder.
Your heart nearly exploded.
By the time he'd been changed and tucked into bed, he was only half-awake.
A sleepy grin appeared on Harvey's face.
Later, after the house had gone quiet, you found Chris on the couch.
One arm stretched across the back.
He pulled you closer until your legs were tangled together.
The television played quietly in the background.
Neither of you were really watching it.
Just enjoying the calm after a busy day.
Upstairs, Harvey was asleep.
The day had been perfect.
Chris looked down at you.
"I support Arsenal too, you know."
Then finally leaned down and kissed you properly, without any interruptions.
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