This is the fic I wrote back in November but decided to publish it for Christmas but then Captain Powell Week was announced because TS ended (and I’m not over it and won’t be over it for a looooooong time) and I decided it was a perfect time to post it. Hopefully you like it! This is a sort of follow-up to my one shot First Word but it’s not crucial to read that one first. And as always, feedback is much appreciated! ♥
“I really don’t want to go,” Amy sighs when Chris puts a scarf around her neck. He gently kisses her forehead and smiles encouragingly. “You can do it Amy, it’s not the first meet and greet you’ve had.”
She quickly turns to face him, eyes narrowed. “I’m not worried about me!” she exclaims, “I’m worried about leaving you alone with Noah.”
“Amy...That was the only one time I really screwed up, okay? But he’s not using the word anymore.”
“Well, he’d better,” she murmurs and Chris chuckles.
“Come on babe, I can take care of our son. We’ll have a lot of fun together.”
Amy rolls her eyes but Chris notices a tiny smile. “I mean it, we’ll have some quality father-son bonding time.”
He kisses her softly and Amy relxes slighlty. “I know you’ll be fine. You’re the best father Noah could get. I love you. I’ll be back late in the evening, please don’t burn the house,” she says as their son runs up to her and hugs her.
“Daddy promised we would decorate Christmas tree!” he grins and Amy looks at Chris. “Please be safe. Don’t make Noah--”
“Amy, I’ve got this. You go now or you’ll be late,” Chris interrupts her and she realizes it’s already late and she should have left about twenty minutes earlier. “Okay then, I love you! See you soon!” she waves her hand at her boys and before she closes the door behind her, she hears Noah yelling “Bye Mommy!”
The second Amy drives off, Noah starts jumping around his father, excitedly clapping his hands. “Can we go to Target for some ornaments Daddy?” he asks and Chris only shakes his head. “No buddy, we already have everything we need.”
“But Daddy,” Noah pouts, “they are old!”
“No, they’re not! Your mom and I got them when we bought out first house,” he explains and opens the box with all the necessary decorations. Each piece brings him many memories, maybe Noah would listen to the--
“They’re old! Like you!” Noah yells, which makes Chris narrow his eyes. This is going to be a long day.
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Few hours of decorationg and a couple of arguments later, the tree was finally decorated. Chris goes to the kitchen to make something to eat for both of them. His preparations are suddenly interrupted by a glass-shattering sound coming from the living room. He quickly runs to the room and finds his son looking helplessly at a few Christmas balls, now broken, laying on the floor.
“What happened here?!” Chris asked, dragging Noah from the pieces of the ornaments.
“I told you they were old. They fell,” he answers, shrugging slightly.
Chris turns to his five-year old son and eyes his suspiciously. “They fell...by themeselves?”
“Old things break easily Daddy. Now we need to go to Target to buy new ones.”
“We really don’t need to buy anything, Buddy. Besides, it doesn’t look that bad! This tree was overloaded anyway.”
Noah narrows his eyes, clearly offended, or maybe just mad that his plan has failed. “You’re no fun Daddy! Can we at least build a snowman?”
Chris looks at his son and sighs as he runs his hand through his hair. “Noah...you’ve been sick for over a week and you still look too weak. I don’t think it’s a good idea to--”
“WHY DO YOU ALWAYS RUIN EVERYTHING!!! I want Mommy to come back, you’re awful!” Noah sticks out a tongue and runs away to his room. Chris stands still with the pieces of ornaments in his hands, shocked at his son’s outburst. He knew that his temper Noah took after Amy but it was enough. Sick or not, Noah can’t behave like this!
Having cleaned the mess his son made, Chris makes his way to Noah’s room. He finds his rebellious 5-year old playing on his phone, not even bothering to look at his father.
“Noah! What was that? You can’t talk to me like this! I’m doing what’s best for you and you just...Noah!” he slams his fist on the desk realizing his son is not listening, too invested in whatever he’s doing on the phone.
“What? I’m busy!”
“Give me that,” Chris takes the phone from Noah’s hands and shoves it into his pocket. “What’s gotten into you?”
“YOU! You are the Christmas Grinch, I can’t do anything fun with you anymore!”
“Excuse you! I am so much fun!” Chris pretends to be hurt but in fact, he is actually a little bit hurt.
Noah looks at his father and shakes his head before answering. “You won’t let me go out and do anything cool! I have more fun with Mommy!” he pouted.
Yeah, go ahead Noah, twist the knife even more!
“Maybe if you were nicer to your own father, you’d appreciate him more,” Chris starts carefully trying to calm down.
“Maybe Mommy should’ve married Santa because Santa is always nice to me!” Noah exclaims motioning a picture of him sitting on Santa’s, that is Zig in costume, lap, from year ago. They have an agreement that each year one of them dresses up as a Santa and vists homes of the others to entertain the kids. Last year it was Zig’s turn, this year it is James who is actually supposed to come the next day.
Chris counts to ten before opening a mouth but Noah is faster.
“Santa is so cool, he looks a bit like uncle Zig but maybe he’d be Mommy’s type. Don’t get me wrong Daddy, I love you but Santa is cooler. And definitely would let me play outside. And would give me presents every single day! And--”
“And he doesn’t exist Noah, please calm down. Mommy’s mine.” He says firmly only realizing his mistake a second his son’s eyes fill with tears. Shit.
“Noah, it’s not like this, I said it because I was angry, it’s not true, I swear, I--”
“SANTA ISN’T REAL, SANTA ISN’T REAL!!!” Noah cries running out of the room, and downstairs, and then around the house. “Christmas is ruined!!!”
“Noah! Please, I’m sorry! He is real, you’ve met him!!” Chris tries to comfort the kid but it’s pointless.
“That’s why he always looked like one of my uncles! It was all a lie!!! Aaaaaaaaah!” Noah yells and in this moment the door opens and Amy comes inside.
Her eyes widen at her son running around, yelling and crying, and her husband trying to catch their five-year old.
“What is happening here?” she asks and both men freeze.
“Mommy! Daddy said Santa wasn’t real!” Noah runs to his mother and clinges to her legs. Amy throws a cold look at Chris before crouching and pulling the kid into a hug.
“Tell you what, Mommy will make you hot chocolate and you’ll tell me everything that Daddy said, okay?” she offers and Noah nods. Amy kisses his forehead and heads to the kitchen, throwing her coat at Chris. When she’s done and goes to Noah’s room, Chris scratches his head nervously, not being sure what Amy is going to do with him.
Finally, she emerges from their son’s room and wordlessly sits down on a couch next to Chris. They both sit in silence, and Chris worries about what she may say. After a moment, she breaks the silence but still doesn’t look at her husband.
“So...I think I’ll never leave you two together again.”
“Amy..” Chris starts, sorrow in his voice, “I swear I didn’t mean to! I’m so sorry, I know I screw up. Please don’t stop loving me.”
“I really hope you’ll be more careful with this little one,” she says, still not looking at him but placing her hand on her belly.
“I know I—what?” he turns to her suddenly realizing what she just said. “Are you--?”
Amy smiles widely before finally turning to her husband and nodding. “I was planning to tell you on Christmas day but I figured you needed some cheering up after today.”
“Amy...that’s...I’m..” Chris pulls his wife into a hug. They’re having another baby! Addition to their growing family.
“But I swear Christopher, if you screw up again, I’m--”
“I won’t, I promise! I’ve learned my lesson. I’m so happy, Amy, so, so happy! I love you so much,” he says and kisses her passionately. When they part, Amy looks at him lovingly and snuggles against his chest.
“I love you too, Chris.”
“And you,” Chris says to the belly, happy tears in his eyes, “I can’t wait to meet you and I promise I’ll be a better father and never tell you the Santa is not real--”
“Christopher!” Amy says, hands protectively on her flat stomach, “The baby isn’t even born yet!”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I’m just too excited! I promise I’ll be the best father our kids could have!”
Amy chuckles as she kisses her husband’s cheek, “I know you will, you already are. Just remember to be careful around them, okay?”
“I will, I swear,” Chris burries his face in Amy’s hair, embarrassed but also happy.
Amy shakes her head amused. Life never gets boring with Chris and she can’t wait for this little one to arrive and to see what life has planned for them next.
My Chris appreciation week will start either tomorrow or Sunday because I’ve had a long, exhausting and tough day and I’m too tired to think about anything
This is the shittiest fic I’ve ever written and if it wasn’t for the fact that I love Chris and wanted to take part in his appreciation week I would not post it. I hate it so much that I just had to post it and never look at it again, but maybe at least one person likes it. Anyway, this is my poor attempt at entry for #ChrisPowellAppreciationWeek.
(This post is sheduled since on my semi-hiatus until most likely Friday, so I’ll reply to everything after I come back)
Credit goes to Pixelberry.
Rating: Normal
Word count: 1131
I’m ashamed to tag people in this but here goes my Chris/perma tag: @damienazariostan @littlegreenmoo @katurrade @agent-bossypants @mysteli @gardeningourmet @zigthetwig @liam-rhys @annekebbphotography @jellybean-marshmellow @syltti78 @jared2612 @kadencantarella @christopher-powell @maxattack-powell @marikagia @mynameiskaylabella
And also tagging the hosts: @regrettingnathan @maxattack-powell @lostinthe-pines @chrispowellappreciation
“I hate this day,” Amy mutters to herself when she throws her shoes somewhere, not caring where they’d end up. She looks for the wine she saved for special occasions but it’s nowhere to be found. And she really needs it today.
The day didn’t start easy for her. First, she found that these two paragraphs she worked on so hard for her thesis yesterday were gone. Her computer acted as if she never wrote anything. Then, she found out Chris forgot to buy coffee. Without her daily dose of caffeine she had to go to her meeting with Alice, which, Amy sighs realizing the wine is gone too, didn’t go as planned. Alice was very nervous and told Amy to start being more careful while writing. The next class brought an unxpected test, for which she never studied, and then she had an argument with Zack. And now, on top of that, she can’t even get drunk.
Amy sits on the couch, hands cupping her face, tears welling up in her eyes. Ever since she didn’t get offered a job after her summer intership, Amy has been feeling like a failure.
“Why can’t I do anything right?” she whispers to herself, her voice slightly breaking, as she lies down, swallowing her tears. She puts a blanket over her head, wishing to disappear. After a few minutes she hears her boyfriend coming into the apartment.
“Amy? Are you home?” Chris asks walking into the living room area and notices his girlfriend laying on the couch. “You haven’t come to my practice today as you promised, are you okay?”
Oh no. No. Shit. Why do I have let everyone down? “I’m sorry, I-I totally forgot, I know it’s not an excuse but--”
“Hey,” Chris interrupts her, “it’s fine. Are you sick? You don’t look too good.” He studies her face for a while, her red eyes, red cheeks, messy hair. She shakes her head, “No, I’m fine. Don’t worry.” She tries to smile but it doesn’t reach her eyes.
Chris frowns as he takes her hand and squeezes it. “I can go to the pharmacy if you need any remedy or something,” he offers and Amy’s eyes fill with tears again.
“Amy, what’s wrong?” Chris asks concerned. In response, Amy shakes off his hand and stands up. “I’m fine Chris, just tired. I think I’m gonna take a shower and call it a night,” she says and heads towards the bathroom. “At six?” she hears Chris’s surprised voice as she closes the door.
The noise of water running finally lets her cry in peace. She doesn’t want Chris to think that all she does is complaining. For the first month of their senior year she was upset by not getting the job. She was stressing over her thesis and her future. Chris tried to calm her, he listened to all her doubts and fears. Amy has been feeling like recently Chris does nothing but putting up with her complaining, and she doesn’t want to burden her boyfriend anymore. Another wave of tears spills over her face as she rememeber that her boyfriend was always there for her and she forgot about his practice today. You’re such a disappointment Amy Park. Pull it together or else Chris and all your friends will get tired of you!
She quickly washes her face, takes a few deep breaths, and puts on a robe. Amy hopes Chris isn’t too mad at her for bailing on him but she wants to apologize to him either way. Her eyes widen when in the living room she sees a bowl of popcorn on the table, two mugs of hot chocolate, Netflix on, and Chris arranging blankets on the couch.
“Chris?” she asks, stunned. He turns to her, a giant smile on his face when he pulls her into a hug. “What is this?” Amy mumbles into Chris’s chest. He pulls away to look into her eyes before answering. “I don’t know what happened but I thought I could help you relax a little. We could watch Friends, eat popcorn and drink hot chocolate, just how you like it. I can also offer my chest and my arms to snuggle.” He grins before adding, “You can also unblock other boyfriend features for a smile on your pretty face. And just for you, special price, if you tell me what’s wrong, I might consider taking my shirt off,” Chris says with a serious voice, just like all these people in TV commercials. Amy tries to keep a straight face but burts into laughter a second later. “There it is, the smile I’m crazy for,” Chris beams pulling his girlfriend into another hug and kisses her forehead.
They settle on the couch and Chris takes Amy in his arms. They watch a few episodes before their popcorn and chocolate is gone and Amy feels sleepy. She looks up to her boyfriend and sees that he’s tired too. “I love you so much,” Amy says, snuggling closer to him. He looks at her, his initial confusion turns into a warm smile. “I love you too,” he kisses her forehead. “Do you want to tell me why you had a bad day?”
Amy hesitates for a second before answering. “It’s just, everything seems to go wrong today. My thesis, my classes, the argument with Zack. And I guess I still feel like a failure after I didn’t get the job. I’m sorry I talk about it so much, I really thought I’d get it. And then I forgot about your practice and I felt like the only thing I do is disappointing people. I’m really sorry for that, I swear I wanted to go I just--”
“Hey, hey,” Chris cuts in, “You’re not a failure, and you do not disappoint people. We all have bad days, but it doesn’t automatically make us bad people. I understand you feel bad when you didn’t get the job, but maybe it was supposed to be this way. Maybe something much better is coming for you later. You did a great job there, gained new experience, and it’s something no one can take away from you. And please, never ever talk about yourself like this, you’re not a failure, nor a disappoitment. You’re my amazing, talented, and kind girlfriend. You’re my wonderful Amy. And no matter how many bad days you’re going to have, I’m always here for you.”
When Chris finishes his little pep talk, Amy has tears in her eyes. “Thank you Chris, I don’t know what I did to deserve you but thank you. I love you so much, and thank you for being here for me.” She snuggles against his chest as he pulls her in a tight hug.
