Two Years (Chris Beck x Reader)

You gave him another hug. He was launching to the Hermes tomorrow, anyways. Then leaving to Mars. For about two years. His turquoise eyes met your (E/C) ones. "I can't believe you're leaving me for Mars tomorrow, Christopher," you muttered, punching his arm. He rubbed that spot.

"I know. And I'll be gone for almost two years." You punched him in the other arm.

"Thanks for reminding me." He stuck his lip out in a pout. You shook your head.

"Just think, though. You're leaving on Ares IV. Think of how I'll feel." You sighed. He was right. You were sysop for Ares IV.

"Dang it, Chris. You had to bring that up."

He smiled. "Once I get back, we have a couple years, then you leave. This is messed up in so many ways." You smiled.

"Well, hopefully by the time I leave, we're married." You twisted the ring on your finger. Chris smiled and wrapped his arms around you.

"Obviously, Love." You smiled, looking at him.

"You're not British, Chris. You're from Connecticut," you stated. He smiled.

"Neither are you. You're from (homestate)." You shrugged, doing your best British accent-which was pretty good.

"Alright, my love. Whatever you say." He smiled, kissing your forehead. "I'm British at heart, Chris," you say, dropping the accent.

He laughs. "You should get that on a bumper sticker." You smile, kissing his lips.

"I will, once you get back from Mars, Rocket Man."


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