Love and Other Dogs: Part 11
Pairing: singledad!chrisevans x femalereader
“This one needs more sprinkles.” Ollie was serious as he sprinkled the brown and yellow sprinkles onto the cupcake he was working on. “Perfect.” He whispered looking at his work. The kitchen was covered in icing, sprinkles, and blobs of cake batter. Ollie was coated in flour as well as the floor from when you accidentally knocked the whole bowl onto the floor. Dodger had been following you around, keeping a watchful eye until that happened. Now he lay in the doorway, close if he needed to protect you, but far away in case anything else fell from the sky.
“Those look great!” You ruffled his hair. “You are a master baker!”
“Think grandma will like them?” He added a few more sprinkles to another cupcake.
“Like them? Bubba she’s gonna love them!” You kissed his shoulder just watching him. You had been on the phone earlier that day with Lisa to see if she wanted you to bring anything to Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow and she said dessert. You knew she meant picking up a pumpkin or pecan pie from the store and that would have been perfect, but you love to bake and thought homemade pie would be nice with the addition of some cupcakes, personally put together by Ollie.
“Where did you learn to bake?” He carefully leaned into you, running his little hand over your stomach.
“My mom taught me.” You smiled at the memory similar to the one you were making with Ollie.
“Like you’re teaching me?!” His big eyes looked up at you.
“Exactly like I’m teaching you!” Ollie had been playing with Dodger in the fort the two of you had made earlier in the week, when you measured all of the ingredients and set everything up for him, so he could make the cupcakes all by himself!
“I get to meet her tomorrow?” Ollie asked.
“Yes and she is very excited to meet you!” You gave him a big smile, making him smile. Your mom was more than excited to meet the two boys who had stolen your heart. FaceTime calls weren’t cutting it anymore. “Can I eat one?” He pointed to the cupcakes and looked up at you very serious about the question.
“How about we have dinner first?” You bargained with the little boy. “Can we have grilled cheese?” He raised his eyebrows looking like Chris’ twin. “Of course we can!” You got busy making grilled cheese and then ultimately cleaning up the kitchen.
Lisa had invited your mom to Thanksgiving even before she had started making plans for the big meal. Excited to meet the mother of the girl her son was in love with, but unknowing to Lisa she gave your newly single mother plans for her first holiday without her husband. Coincidentally, the day that you and Chris told her you were together, and you were pregnant by him with not only one baby but two, was also the day she told you that her and your dad were getting a divorce. Not that you weren’t surprised or upset, but you knew something was going on and you knew they hadn’t really been together for a while. They’ve been spending their lives very separate and finally decided that it was time to actually separate and divorce. However, you weren’t expecting her to follow your exciting news with that kind of news.
“Bub it’s your mom FaceTiming!” Chris called from the bedroom. You were in the bathroom getting ready for Sunday dinner and to tell everyone your big news when your phone started ringing. “Oh wait!” You hurried putting your curling iron down. You ran into the room searching for the ultrasound pictures. They were not on the nightstand where you had put them.
“I can’t-“ you turned to see Chris, pictures in hand with a big smile waiting to answer the phone. “Oh.” You chuckled. Chris sat on the edge of the bed, you leaned on his back, chin resting on his shoulder, holding up the pictures. He answered the FaceTime call.
“Surprise!” You both shouted. She was confused for a second squinting at the screen.
“Oh my gosh! Oh my GOSH!” She screamed. “A baby?! Twins??” She was looking at the screen again. “And yes. Chris and I are together.” You answered the unspoken question. “Oh my gosh, my baby is having babies.” She was wiping tears away. “Sorry, I’m just so excited. About all of this.” She motions at you and Chris. You guys talked a little more about the babies and you and Chris and how Ollie was taking it all when she grew serious. “I am over the moon about all of this, but unfortunately I did have a reason for calling and it isn’t as exciting as your news.” Your mom said with a sad chuckle. Your stomach dropped automatically assuming the worst. Chris grabbed your hand squeezing it. “Your dad and I are getting a divorce.” She paused, letting it sink in. “We- we’ve grown apart. We’re in different places in life. I’m ready to live! You’re grown now. I wanted to travel and take cooking classes and all that silly stuff when you don’t have kids at home, that’s why we never had any more kids. We had plans for when you were all grown up and on your own. Your dad doesn’t want to do that anymore. He wants to play golf every Tuesday and poker on Fridays with the guys. He wants a home cooked meal everyday, never wants to go out or try something new.” You were quiet, relieved that they were both okay. “We tried hunny. For years now.” She let out a deep sigh.
“Are you okay?” You asked softly. She nodded. “We’re both okay. Still friends.” She laughed. “But I want to go to Italy and learn to make pasta and I have a scuba diving class booked!” You and Chris laughed. Talking about her plans made her come to life. She was happy and that made you happy. “And dad?” You asked. “He’s the one who said we should do this. He loves me and I him, but he said he was holding me back. I gave him what he wanted and now he’s keeping me from what I’ve always wanted. Plus he has a golf trip planned for the third week of November. So he’s excited about that.” You knew your mom always had big dreams, but your dad wanted to get married and have kids. She was a free spirit, your dad always talked about how lucky he was to even get her to settle down with him.
“When daddy comes home can we make these cupcakes for him?” Ollie asked, frosting all over his face. You laughed while eating your own cupcake. They were perfect. “We can make anything you want.” He hummed, actually taking a bite of the cupcake and not just the frosting. “These are so gooood.” Cake crumbs sticking to the frosting on his face. You giggled just watching him enjoy his hard work.
“Okay, my little chef let's take a bath and get ready for bed.” You wiped his face with a damp napkin. “Aaww.” He pouted. “Aww.” You mimicked him, making him hide his smile. “Can I play in the tub?” He looked at you through his long lashes. “With bubbles?” You asked back. “Yes please!” He jumped off the chair and headed upstairs to pick out some toys. You smiled watching him climb the steps, Dodger following him closely.
“Look, I'm Santa!” Ollie laughed with a bubble beard. “Now I’m daddy!” He had wiped some bubbles away, making his beard shorter. “Gimme a kiss.” He made a kissy face, dropping his voice to sound like Chris. You laughed, giving him your cheek to kiss. Your phone rang, making you glance at your watch, it read 8:30pm, it was probably Chris for his nightly bedtime call. The call normally happened in bed with a bedtime story, but you guys were running a little behind tonight.
“Hi!” You greeted still giggling at Ollie. “Hi baby.” He smiled a little confused why you were laughing. You flipped the camera to show Ollie pretending to be his dad making Chris burst out laughing. “And my other babies?” He asked, you showed him your round belly. “Nice and still.” You reassured him, rubbing your hand over your stomach. “Good. They already listen so well!” He joked. Chris stayed on the phone while you helped Ollie finish up in the bath and you got him dressed in his pj’s.
“Ready for tonight’s story?” Chris asked. You and Ollie were snuggled in his bed with Dodger at your feet, ready for the story. “Ready!” You both cheered. Ollie snuggled closer as Chris started the story that he was making up on the fly, his head on your shoulder and his little hand rubbing your belly.
“And they lived happily ever after.” Chris finished. “He’s asleep.” You nodded, pulling him closer to soak up as much snuggles as possible. “I wish I was there.” He whispered. “Me too.” You give him a sad smile. “You’ll be home soon.” He nodded. You guys talked for a little longer before he was pulled away for some dinner with some director. Putting your phone on the bedside table you laid your cheek on Ollie’s still damp hair letting your eyes close. You were too comfortable to get up and head to your own bed.
“Mama.” His voice was just above a whisper. Your eyes shot open.
“I can’t sleep.” He giggled. “You were just asleep.” You sat up. Ollie shook his head with a cheeky grin. “I was pretending.” You couldn’t help but laugh, making Ollie giggle. “Can we watch Spider Man?” He asked with his best puppy dog eyes. You were gonna say no, tell him it was late, he needed his rest, but those eyes made your heart melt. “I’ll make the popcorn.” You caved getting up. “And hot chocolate?!” He asked, jumping up and down on his bed. “And hot chocolate!” You agreed. “Woohoo!” He jumped from the bed running for the stairs, taking his blanket with him that fanned out like a cape as he ran. Dodger took his time staying back with you as you made your way down the stairs more cautiously than the rambunctious child had. Popcorn popped and hot chocolate topped perfectly with whipped cream, you guys were ready for the movie. Not even fifteen minutes into the movie and Ollie was sound asleep, his hand in the popcorn bowl and hot chocolate untouched, the whipped cream melted and falling down the sides of the mug. A mess you decided you’d clean up in the morning. Not tired my butt. You thought, putting the popcorn bowl on the coffee table and adjusted the sleep boy so you could both lay on the couch. Too tired to move him to his bed, the couch would do just fine for tonight.
“Oliver James pleeeeaaaseee put your pants on.” You tossed the dark wash jeans onto the couch, you had been begging the little boy for the last hour to do one thing or another to get ready for Thanksgiving dinner. You were expected to be at Lisa’s by 3:00pm and it was already 2:50pm and you weren’t even dressed, hair barely done, and at this point you laughed at the thought of makeup. Chris hadn’t called yet today and he normally called by lunch to check in. You really wanted to be at Lisa’s when your mom arrived, but there was no way that was happening. Ollie ignored your plea and continued to play with Dodger. “Oliver!” You called for him to look at you. “I’m going upstairs to finish getting ready. Have your pants on and the floor picked up by the time I am back down here.” You were kind, but stern. He nodded, “of course mama.” Then went back to playing with Dodger. You sighed and headed up the stairs. He was lucky he was cute. You were just about to the top of the stairs when you felt what you would describe as a tickle stopped you in your tracks, your hands flew to your stomach. “No no no, not yet.” You begged, rubbing over your bump. All the baby books you’ve read said this is the time you would start to feel flutters. Just barely noticeable to you and not strong enough to be noticeable to anyone else yet. You stood at the top of the stairs for a minute waiting to see if there were any more. “Please wait till daddy is home.” You begged just above a whisper. You wiped away the tear that slid down your cheek. This was exciting, but you felt bad that Chris wasn’t here to witness it. You pulled yourself together in 15 minutes flat. Your hair being a team player today, gave you no problems when styling it, you skipped the makeup and got dressed in the outfit you had been planning all week. Comfortable, but cute. Not too tight on your growing belly, but snug enough to show off your bump. Making your way back downstairs to the living room you noticed the floor had been picked up and Ollie was sitting on the couch, pants on, and Dodger by his side watching TV.
“Mama you look so pretty!” He gave you a big smile. “Thank you! You look very handsome.” Ollie spiked his hair this morning with your help so that it wasn’t as crazy as his first day of school.
“Ready?” You asked, slipping on your shoes. “Ready!” He bounced over to the door excited to see everyone. You helped him into his jacket glancing at your watch, just about 3:30pm it would be about 4:00 when you guys got there. You texted Lisa sorry and that you were on your way, while Ollie hooked Dodger to his leash and grabbed the cupcake box to carry to the car. You smiled at him taking in his appearance for a moment, you were certain he had grown taller, and he was starting to look older, more like Chris everyday. He wasn’t the little baby-faced boy you had met in the park, only a few months ago.
“Let’s do my handsome little man.” You opened the door letting him lead the way to the car. Grabbing the pumpkin pie and locking the front door you followed behind the boy and his dog. Opening the car door Dodger hopped in and you took the cupcakes so Ollie could get into his seat.
“When do I get to sit without my seat?” He pouted. Setting the pie and cupcakes in the front seat you helped him buckle. “I think you still have a few more years.” His pout deepened. “I wanna sit up front with you now.” There were those puppy dog eyes. “I’m sorry, bub but you can’t. It’s not safe.” You double checked the buckle. He crossed his arms in a huff. You chuckled lightly and kissed his cheek again and again till he smiled. “There’s that smile I love so much!” You kissed his cheek again. He playful rolled his eyes making you laugh loudly.
“Let’s get to grandma’s and have some turkey!” You cheered. “And cupcakes!” Ollie cheered back.
The car ride wasn’t too long, but long enough for Ollie to ask you about five and a half million questions. Some you didn’t have an answer too, so you defaulted to telling him to ask his dad when he got home.
“What do I call your mom?” He was looking out the window, watching the houses pass by as you got closer to Lisa’s house. You thought for a moment, not sure. You and Chris never really got a chance to talk about it.
“Um, well my mom’s name is Florence, but she likes to be called Flo, so you could call her Ms. Flo?” You said, not the biggest fan of that choice. Neither was Ollie judging by the face he made at you in the rear view mirror. “Hhhm, grandma Flo?” You weren’t completely sold on that either. It didn’t quite fit your free spirited mother. “How about we just see how the night goes and pick something later?” He nodded in agreement as you pulled up to the curb at Lisa’s, parking behind your mom’s car. Ollie was unbuckled and ready to go when you got to his side of the car.
“Someone’s excited.” You chuckle, taking his hand to help him out of the car. He giggled, picking up Dodger’s leash so he knew he could exit the car. Both boys safely on the sidewalk, you turned your attention to the front seat where the pie and cupcakes were
“Here let me help.” A deep familiar voice said from behind you. You spun around so quickly you nearly knocked the sweets off the seat.
“Chris?! What are you doing here?!” You were shocked. He was supposed to be on the other side of the country.
“Surprise!” Chris laughed, Ollie already in his arms hugging him tight. He held out his free arm for you to join the hug. You flung yourself into his embrace, taking in his scent and welcoming the warmth that radiated from him.
“Hi, mama.” He whispered into your hair, placing a kiss on your head.
“How are you here?” You were still surprised that he was standing in front of you. “Everything kind of fell into place, sorta, they’ll call me if they need me to audition again or if I’ve been casted. So I was able to come home early!” You hugged him tighter not wanting to let go. This meant he would be leaving again, but you didn’t care right this moment. “We’ve missed you so much.” You mumble into his chest, placing three small kisses onto it. His hand rubbed up and down your back pulling you closer.
“Come on you three! Get in here before you freeze!” Scott called from the front door where everyone had been watching. “How long have you been here?” You asked, giving him a quizzical look, hands on your hips. “About an hour. I was supposed to get here after you and surprise you inside.” He laughed with a shake of his head. “I’ll take one of those.” He took the cupcake box with his free hand that had Dodger’s leash looped on his wrist. Ollie in the other, not ready to let go of his dad. You sighed content watching your boys make their way to the house. The day had started off a little crazy, but you felt like it was finally starting to settle and be the perfect first holiday with the Evans boys.
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