one thing chris was so baffled about since the day he met you, was your language abilities. you grew up into a German family and learned the language as well as English as you grew up, and then you were forced to learn French in university. meanwhile chris could barely grasp the english language himself
and he adapted to you saying things or cursing in other languages, like when you would accidentally drop something and a string of foreign words left your lips… he questioned it the first time, but not so much after that. you also gave him nicknames in a foreign language like “liebling” and “schnucki”
chris also had to admit that he did end up googling “schnucki” (and mispelled it a thousand times) before he realized it was just a word… no direct english translation, it was just a word
but he also learned that “liebling” meant darling and you weren’t just calling him lazy in german
and then there were times that you threw him off in the most subtle and passionate moments
you nestled your face into the nape of chris’ neck in attempt to shield yourself from the bitter weather. his arms were wrapped protectively around your shoulders.
you two were standing outside of a restaurant in new york, awaiting the rental car to return from the valet. the car was also apparently parked a thousand blocks over as you and chris had been standing in the northern cold for what felt like an hour
earlier this week you and chris spontaneously jumped on a flight to new york. there was no if, ands, or buts, as you two packed your bags. for the past year you and chris had been in jersey, following the same routine, until he decided that he needed a bit of adventure in his and came home with a couple of plane tickets
and there was no questions as you two boarded the flight and landed in america hours later
as you stood with chris waiting for the car to arrive, you thought about the past week for you. boarding a flight and not knowing what to expect on the other side, and then the whole time filled with long walks through times square, catching a show on broadway, eating at corner cafes, and the nights ending with you two in bed together under the thick duvet looking for warmth
it had been surprisingly relaxing in the city that never sleeps
and your mind wandered to chris.. none of this would even be possible without him.. the trip in its entirety; the room with a view of manhattan, the tickets to a broadway show that was on your bucket list, the reservations at one of the best restaurants in the entire city… he loved you and spoiled you to no end
peeling your face away from his neck, you looked up and chris. you admired his features.. the constellation of freckles and moles running up his neck and to his cheeks, his lips were red from the cold and nervously biting them, and the way that the lights and neon signs from the street reflected off of his eyes
god you were so lucky to be the person who stood in his arms
“Ich bin bis über beide Ohren verliebt.” you whispered out of nowhere. chris turned his head and looked down at you for a moment, his brow creasing
you smiled up at him. “i’m head over heels in love.” you said again and chris pulled his arm around you tighter
chris smiled and pulled you into a small kiss. “i’m head over heels in love with you, liebling.”
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