Benedict really is the mature one in the group 🤣 he didn't take out his phone and just being a good dude following Barry's order and the other just like a bunch of children who will do the opposite, No Camera 📵 allowed they will just hear bring all your camera 📸📸 and document everything 😂
A/N: Well. Not too happy with this one. It was supposed to be based on @petit-funsize (WHAT IS YOUR NEW @ MA’AM) request for additional scenes of these two while Summer was pregnant, and while this does tackle that.....meh.
“Baby, you’re talking about getting cars for children who aren’t even born yet!”
“I fail to see the problem.”
“You-“ Summer closed her eyes and shook her head. “How about we focus on things that we actually need now and not 16 years from now.”
He scoffed. “Excuse me for trying to be a good papa. Didn’t know that was a problem.”
“You’re going to be an amazing papa, Christopher without spending a ridiculous amount of money on cars that they won’t be able to use for over a decade.”
His eyes widened with excitement. “What about the little motorized ones?” Summer stopped in the middle of her brushing to turn toward him. “Come on. For their mobility!”
“I am seriously about to throw this brush at your big ass head.”
“I’m not the one who keeps stretching bonnets.” He quickly ducked as she lived up to her threat. “Now what did that solve?”
Summer threw her head back and groaned. One hand going to her back and the other to her stomach, she rubbed her growing belly.
At seven months, she was feeling every bit of her pregnancy. The twins were forever moving around, playing tag with her bladder, and reacting to every single thing that they heard. They were especially active when they heard herself or Christopher talking, and since relaying his entire day, play by play, to her stomach, became his new favorite pastime, sleeping was something that happened scarcely.
“I’m sorry.” Summer opened her eyes and immediately smiled at the soft blue eyes and childlike pout. “I’m just...so damn excited.”
“That you just can’t hide it?” She giggled at his scowl, his hand moving on top of hers. Sure enough, showtime. “Speaking of hiding, can you please tell Thing 1 and Thing 2 to take a nap or something?”
“Leave my children alone, you bully,” he defended, his other hand going to feel on her ass. He was obsessed with her pregnancy curves. “They’re getting restless in there.”
“Trust me, the feeling is mutual.” A hard kick let her know that her comment was not appreciated. “What! I wanna meet you both just as badly as your dumbass sperm donor.”
“Wow. I feel so loved.”
“You should.” She turned around in his arms, her pregnant belly forming a sort of barrier between them, prompting him to rest his hands on her hips. Christopher was big in contact. “I don’t just have children for anybody. What kind of woman do you take me for?”
“A fine ass one.” She busted her smile as he kissed on the side of her neck. “And mine.”
“Asterisk.”
“Shut up.”
Christopher eventually allowed Summer to finish getting ready, and 30 minutes and a sleeked down top bun later, she was ready to go out.
It was her first outing in about two weeks as she’d grown frustrated with the constant sneaking and following by the paparazzi whenever she tried to go out and engage as a normal person.
Both Summer and Christopher had taken a sort of break from social media following their completion of the Infinity War promo. They didn’t go out as much either, both the parents to be focused on preparing for the birth of their children.
Unfortunately, given their international fame and status, everyone was expecting what felt like monthly updates on one of Hollywood’s favorite couples.
However, neither Summer or Christopher were interested in making a thing of her pregnancy. They wanted to celebrate in private and without the judgmental and watchful eyes of the outside world.
“This is cute.” Summer mumbled, lifting up a pink and black floral onesie. “I like it.”
Christopher looked over and nodded. “Me too.” She glanced at him to see he had his phone on her, prompting her to smile and shake her head.
“Another recording?”
While the actor hadn’t engaged much in social media, it seemed like every day he had his phone on his wife. From recording her help decorate the nursery to just laying in bed, watching the movement of their energetic twins in her belly, he was capturing everything that he could.
Normally, Summer was opposed to her husband always trying to get her on camera, but not for this. This was special. These were memories.
“You got it,” he replied and moved so that he could be in view of the camera, holding up two fingers. “Just two more months, kiddos, and we’ll finally get to go to the beach.”
“You would want that to be their first outing.”
“The ocean is a magical thing, Chlorine.”
“You motherf-“ he moved forward to cover her mouth as she tried to pry at his hands.
“Your mother also can’t wait to meet you guys. She’s so excited that I had to say it for her. Isn’t that right, honey?”
He dropped his hand and Summer slyly moved her hand behind Chris’s back to pinch his skin. “Mommy just can’t wait for you guys to stop sitting on my bladder.”
He rolled his eyes. “Don’t listen to her. It’s an honor to have such wonderful children-“
“I can’t believe that you’re really out here recording. What’s next? A YouTube channel.”
“Who told you!”
She laughed and hugged him, resting her face on his chest as he kissed the top of her head. “We just want to hold you already. We love you.”
“Very much so.” A beat. “Hence why we’re getting you two matching Tesla’s.”
“Christopher!”
••••••••
Hand on the small of her back, Summer waddled out of the bathroom after finishing her nightly routine.
“Baby, reminds me to call your mom tomorrow. She found some more of your baby stuff that she wants to show me.”
“Yeah, sure. Of course.”
Summer sensed the distracted tone of his voice and saw that he was on his phone. Sucking her teeth, she shuffled over to their bed and snatched it out of his hands. “Hey.”
“Sir, I am sick of you and this damn book.”
Christopher and Summer’s first “date” took place while they were in the middle of filming AOU, and it really just consisted of him inviting her over to his rental where he cooked for them. During dinner, conversation transpired where playful and suggestive banter commenced.
During that conversation, the Australian shared that he was never big and still wasn’t on reading. Fast forward to years later, and every time that Summer checked in on her husband, he was downloading or reading some book on parenting.
Looking at the phone, her eyes darted do the top to check for the title.
Strong Fathers. Strong Daughters. 10 Secrets Every Father Should Know.
“Can’t I be productive?”
She gestured down to her stomach. “You already were.”
He smiled. “My best work yet.” She flicked him on his chest as he reached for the phone. “Okay. Come on. Give it back.”
“No. You’re obsessed with these damn books, and enough is enough.”
“Summer.”
“Christopher.” She matched his tone and placed the iPhone on their nightstand. Summer carefully moved onto the bed, his arms reaching out to help her down where he welcomed her in between his legs. “Stop it. You keep reading these books and watching all these videos, and for what? You don’t need them, honey.”
He sighed. “I’m just tying to-“
“That’s just it, Christopher. You keep trying to be something that you already are.” Without waiting for him to comment, she continued. “Baby, you are an amazing husband. You’ve been so attentive and gentle with me throughout this whole thing. Even when we were filming, I know you’d go against set rules and break away from scenes just to call or even come check on me since Thing 1 and Thing 2 kept taking turns making mama want to throw up.”
“They did it with love.”
“You watch me almost every second of the damn day. Literally. You enabled Find My iPhone without even telling me. You march into the bathroom if I’m in there for more than five minutes!”
“You know now, and many a women have almost drowned in the bathroom, Sunrise!”
“And I know that you’re scared, baby. Shit, I’m scared too. There’s going to be two little rambunctious ‘us’ depending on us when we don’t even have ourselves together if you really want to go there.” She chuckled quietly. “But that’s okay, because we’re in this together, and we’re gonna mess up, sure, but we have each other, and I believe in us. I believe in you.”
“Christopher.” She moved her hands over his forearms, turning her body as best she could to look up at him. “You’re going to be the best papa ever. The kids are lucky to have you, just like I am.” A beat. “You’re freaking Thor for god’s sake.”
He laughed and pressed a warm, lingering kiss to her temple. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” She smiled. “Now stop worrying, and help me up. I have to pee.”
