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“I’ve made a decision,” fourteen-year-old Mary announced at dinner.
You and Frank exchanged glances before giving her your full attention.
“I want to be a Veterinarian,” she explained. “Ideally, working at a zoo or a wild life rescue place, but I think I’d be fine working with regular animals, too.”
“I think that’s a fantastic idea,” Frank replied, encouragingly. “Just -”
“Don’t tell Evelyn,” Mary finished for him. She laughed before adding, “I’m pretty sure Grandmother would swallow her tongue!”
“And curse in German and French,” you piped in. “The ones she doesn’t dare say in English for fear they’d make her look low class.”
You’d met Frank after the custody fiasco, but had been there for the aftermath of it.
Frank had given his mom his sister’s work for the Millennium Problem to get Mary back, but he had wanted to protect his niece from any future issues by seeking legal guardianship of her.
Knowing that his mom could be an obstacle, he’d had his lawyer draw up papers stating that in exchange for the Millennium Problem work and the prize money as well as his promise to put Mary in advanced classes, his mom would not interfere with how he raised Mary nor his seeking guardianship of her.
His mother, had of course, had other conditions she wanted to add, but eventually, between their lawyers they had worked out a solid plan. His mom had even written a letter saying that she approved of Frank gaining custody of Mary.
The state had granted Frank custody and Mary had blossomed under his care.
Unlike her uncle, who had gone to an all boys boarding school, and her mother, who had been tutored at home, Mary had a mostly balanced school and normal life. She played sports with the kids her age and did after school activities with them as well.
“What about the Millennium Problems?” Frank asked, voicing the question that they all knew Evelyn would ask.
“That was Grandma and then Mom’s dream,” Mary replied with a shrug. “I want to take care of animals.” She took a bit of her dinner before adding, “We’ll just tell Evelyn that I’m going to be a doctor so I can find the cure to cancer and just forget to mention the part where the cancer I’m going to cure is in animals and not humans.”
I love her choice for work! And her idea hehe. And frank is a moody SOB and I LOVE HIM AND THIS❤️
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“We’re back,” Chris called as he came into the house with Dodger.
“He’s back!” he heard one of the kids exclaim before they were shushed by the others.
Smirking, he hung up Dodger’s leash and then called out again, seeing if anyone would answer. No one did, but he heard noises coming from the kitchen.
“I wonder where they are,” he said, conversationally to Dodger. “Guess I’ll go make myself a sandwich.”
“NO!” he heard a shout from the kitchen. “Hide!”
Before he could reach the kitchen, you stepped out.
“There you are,” he said. “What’s going on?”
“The kids are working on a surprise for you,” you explained giving him a pointed look. “Why don’t you go read for awhile.”
Chris nodded and then went into the living room to read, expecting Dodger to follow him. Instead, the dog went into the kitchen with you. After all that’s where his other favorites were.
Going back into the kitchen, you assured yours and Chris’s kids that he wouldn’t come into the room.
It took another fifteen minutes to finish the surprise and an addition fifteen minutes to clean up the kids and the kitchen.
Finally, though, the surprise was ready and you sent them to the living room to tell Chris to close his eyes.
Once he was ready, you carried out the plate of cupcakes you had helped the kids decorate. You set them down on the coffee table and then led the kids through a lively, though sloppy, rendition of “Happy Birthday”.
As the song ended, yours and Chris’s youngest, aged 4, grabbed a cupcake and held it out for his dad. Unfortunately, Chris chose that second to turn his face to look at your twin girls, aged 6, and ended up bumping into the cupcake, nose and chin first.
The room fell into a stunned silence and then you snorted with laughter. Chris and the kids own laughter soon followed.
Once you had all calmed down, the five of you ate the cupcakes, with Chris eating the one that had been accidentally smashed into his face.
To the kids joy, Chris deemed the cupcake, the best one he’d ever had.
Of course it was the best! Domestic bliss! I love it❤️
This is the last week I plan on writing stuff for my Sugary Sweet Dad Collection.. but since Chris’s bday is tomorrow and Father’s Day is next Sunday.. my goal is to write something short every day and post it… we’ll see how well I do haha.
That said, if you have an idea for a sugary sweet dad drabble for Chris or one of his characters, I’m going open up prompts up again until Wednesday, June 15th. So if you have a prompt, send it in!
Ok, so this drabble is inspired by the 6 hours I spent yesterday playing with the marble run at my mom’s house with my niece and nephew. We call it Marbleworks because that’s the brand we had in the 1980s/90s. They are still around, but my niece and nephew have Marble Genius ones now. If you have no idea what I’m talking about, I’m including a youtube video at the end of the story.
Title: Marble Run
Pairing:Chris Evans x reader
Rating:G
Warnings:n/a
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You paused as you came into the family room, seeing your husband sitting on the floor surrounded by marble run pieces while the kids sat coloring at the table.
You and Chris had both grown up playing with marble run and had loved them. Naturally, when the two of you had discovered that they were still for sale, and with way cooler accessories than either of you had had, you’d bought them.
For the kids, of course.
You were pretty good at reminding yourself of that fact, but Chris… well, Chris was a bit of a control freak when it came to the builds. He had a certain way of doing things and didn’t like it when pieces were randomly added, messing up his creative genius.
Clearing your throat, you crossed your arms and saw the guilty look come across Chris’s face as he realized he had been caught.
“They asked me to build the best track ever,” he stated.
“We did!” your five your old daughter chimed in. “We asked for the biggest, coolest -”
“And HHHHHUUUUUGGGGGGEEEEESSSSSTTTT,” her four year old exclaimed, cutting her off.
She shot him an annoyed look.
“How about we all work together then,” you suggested. “We can help dad finish and then we can all have fun playing together.”
The kids quickly abandoned their coloring, which told you exactly what you had assumed, Chris had wanted to build alone.
Sitting down on the floor with your family, you worked together to complete the marble track. Despite Chris’s initial annoyance at having to share the task, he was soon laughing with the kids as the three of them combined their brains to create a wild design while you followed behind, adding extra support to the structure.
Within twenty minutes, the build was completed and you were all standing up, a handful of marbles in your hands waiting for Chris to start the countdown.
“3…”
“2…”
Before he could say 1, both kids dumped their handfuls of marbles into their designated starting spots and the room was suddenly filled with glass marbles going down plastic tubes.
Chris shook his head and said, “1.”
Smiling, you added your own marbles to the sound as he did the same.
Stepping to his side, you wrapped your arm around his waist and leaned into him as the kids squealed and clapped their hands as the first marbles reached the end.
“Again! Again!” your son shouted.
While the kids collected marbles to run again, you sighed and said, “This is my favorite part.”
Chris nodded his head in agreement. Then whispered, “But we’re still totally having a race with this tonight, right?”
“Oh absolutely,” you told him. “And I’m going to kick your butt again.”
Hehehehehe this is so fun! Love that the parents get some fun later too! Yay
