chris knew you were childish. always wearing pink bows in your hair with braids, giggling at immature jokes, cuddling teddybears everywhere you go, wearing minne mouse pj’s anytime you get to. sometimes you even request for chris to baby you, just liking the feeling of being taken care of.

he made sure no one said shit to you about it, or throw shame at the fact you liked acting younger than you were. he thought it was cute. the moment you explained why you do what you do, how the way you are, he immediately became protective and supportive.

currently, chris is sitting on the couch, scrolling on his phone as he waits for you to come back from the grocery store with his brother matt. once you come home, he looks up, hoping to see that beautiful smile of yours. instead, seeing a puffy face full of tears.

you practically sprint to his room, slamming the door shut. you rip the hairties out of your hair and untangle the braids. out came the pink bows you loved dearly. you threw your stuffed animal on the bed and began to punch it over and over again while sobbing.

chris followed you, opening the door. he stayed quiet, seeing what state you were in. once he saw you start punching your teddy, he came over. he places his hand on your upper arm. “baby, cmere. no more punching teddy, ok?” he says gently, opening his arms for you. slowly, you caved in and walk into his arms.

one arm goes around your face, the other plays with your hair, trying to calm you down. “what happened while you were shoppin’, baby?” he asks gently.