The Chris Evans Mini-Series (One Shots)
Imagine your first Mother’s Day with Chris and your baby boy.
A/N: Happy Mother’s Day to all the lovely moms out there. I know I’d be lost without mine. Here’s a quick (kinda quick) one shot, it’s written around my favorite couple and favorite little baby boy. ❤️
Chris laid awake next to you and watched as the first light of dawn came to behind the beige chiffon curtains in your master bedroom. It was Mother’s Day and he’d asked Kevin for a little time off his ‘Avengers: Infinity War’ press tour to go home and see you as it was your first ever Mother’s Day. He smiled to himself as he looked over at you, remembering the look you had on your face when he walked through the front door yesterday afternoon. He wasn’t meant to be home until early August, not even for a short four days. It was the greatest Mother’s Day present you could have gotten; Chris’ presence. You kissed him so long and so hard, the world around him spun.
His smile widened when he thought back to the look on his baby boy’s face when he carried him for the first time in four and a half months. Like every other parent who had to leave for long periods of time while their child was still a baby, Chris was worried that his son wouldn’t recognize him. He was afraid that Jack would see him as a stranger even though he FaceTimed the two of you every morning and every night. He was even hesitant to pick Jack up from his rocker, nervous his son would start crying if he did. He was so afraid that he just stood by the front door and observed his son from afar, feet glued to the ground despite your urging him to pick Jack up. Even Dodger urged him, nudging his best friend’s leg with his head.
You assured Chris none of what he was worried about would happen as you spoke about him with your son all the time. You showed him pictures, you watched interviews together, and little home videos you’d shot on your phone. You told Chris how Jack would light up every time he saw him, or heard him on the television, or your laptop, or some other mobile device. Chris managed to take a step closer upon hearing that, but still kept his distance. You sighed and decided to help move the meeting along, knowing the worries your husband were carrying on his shoulders were irrelevant. You walked over to Jack who smiled at you when you lifted him out of his rocker, bouncing him gently as you made your way over to Chris.
“You are so good with him,” Chris told you when he saw the way Jack looked at you, utterly mesmerized by his beautiful mother. “No no no,” he shook his head, taking a step back when you got too close. “I don’t want to scare him, Y/N. Just-” he huffed, “take it slow, please?”
“You’re not going to scare him, Chris,” you chuckled softly and took slow steps towards Chris, who looked like he was ready to run out the door. “Chris, stop.” You narrowed your eyes at Chris when he took another step back as you got closer. “You’re being ridiculous, so can you stop. Please?”
“Sorry,” he mumbled and released some of the tension from his shoulders, allowing you to approach with Jack. The closer you got, the tighter his shoulders got. “Oh my God, he’s not going to cry is he?” He asked you when he saw his son watching him curiously, his tiny head tilted to one side. “Y/N, is he going to-” Jack started laughing, making you smile and Chris flinch. “He’s got the cutest laugh,” Chris looked up at you with a wide grin; you nodded with the same smile. For a second, he forgot he was afraid and unconsciously reached for the hand Jack was holding out. “Hey, buddy.” Jack’s hand wrapped around Chris’ finger. “Have you been looking after your mama for me? Yeah?” Chris laughed along with Jack and you smiled at Dodger as the two of you observed their interaction. “You’re the man of the house now, aren’t you?”
“Do you want to hold him?” You asked and Chris nodded, but made no effort to prepare himself for the pass over. “Sweetheart, you’re not going to scare him. Look at him, he’s so happy to see his daddy. Trust me, it’s going to be okay. If he loves the try-hard mom, he’s going to love the natural dad,” you joked, drawing a smile to Chris’ face. “Here,” you carefully passed Jack over and Chris took him from you like an absolute pro. “See,” you kissed Chris’ cheek as he bounced your giggling son, “there’s nothing to be afraid of.”
“Thank you,” he returned a kiss on your cheek then proceeded to kiss Jack’s. “For this, for him- for everything you’ve given me since we met.” You smiled, gently rubbing Jack’s back as you rubbed Chris’ arm. “How are you doing, Jack?” He spoke to your son with so much joy in his voice. “Are we cool?” Jack cupped Chris’ face in his hands and made soft noises with his lips, making you and Chris laugh. “I know, bud. I miss my beard too.”
Chris returned to reality when he heard soft noises come through the baby monitor. He quickly grabbed it from his bedside table and turned it off, slipping out of bed to attend to him. He was trying to give you the best day of your life, starting with some well-deserved rest. He knew you were playing it cool, but you were having a bit of a hard time doing the whole parenting thing without him. He’d wished he’d gotten you pregnant after his Marvel contract ended, so he could’ve been there for everything. He wanted the whole experience, but he’d only had half a pregnancy, an early labor, and the three months of Jack’s life. As much as he’d like to complain, he couldn’t; he had the perfect wife and the son he’d always wanted. Sure, he’d missed out on a little bit, but it was only the beginning. There was so much more to come that he was going to be there for.
“Good morning, Dodger.” Chris patted Dodger’s head as he walked past him to scoop Jack out of his cot. “Hey, buddy.” He rocked Jack soothingly, smiling when his son wrapped his tiny arms around his neck and rested his head against his chest. “I’ve missed you too, kiddo.” He held Jack as closely as he had last night, rocking his son to sleep before joining you in bed. “I know I haven’t been around, but I’ll be home soon. You and Dodger just keep taking care of your mama for me, okay? I promise I’ll be home soon, to take care of all of you.”
Chris carried Jack for a little while, pacing the room as he enjoyed the simplicity of holding his son in his arms. It was feeling he’d never, ever get sick of. It was peaceful, very zen-like to have Jack’s tiny body held against his chest; to listen to his soft breaths; to kiss his soft hair; to breath him in because babies always smelt good. Chris didn’t know why, but they did. He was so satisfied with his life at that very moment because he was finally a dad able to celebrate Mother’s Day with his wife and child; he was no longer just a son who had to take care of his mom. He was a husband, a father, and he had to show you how grateful he was towards the woman who’d given him that. He needed to make breakfast, and clean the house, and take out the trash, and fix anything that was broken in his absence. He needed to spend today, and the next two and a half days showing how much he loved and appreciated you before he had to leave again. You may have known already, but it wouldn’t have killed him to emphasize.
You instinctively woke at 6:25AM, like every other morning if Jack managed to sleep through the first light of dawn. You turned over and reached for your husband only to find the bed empty and the baby monitor turned off. You smiled because you knew what day it was and what Chris had planned to do for you while he was home. It was sweet, like everything he did. You stretched, grabbing his pillow and hugging it to your chest. Your mom was right about you knocking things out of the park with him, he was absolutely perfect.
You got out of bed and went into the bathroom to get cleaned up. You were coming out of the bathroom when you heard Chris’ footsteps and Dodger’s paws coming down the hall. “Shhh,” you heard Chris tell your babbling son. “We don’t want to wake your mama, I’m just going to sneak into the bathroom to brush-” You smiled at him as your three boys entered the room. “Oh, you’re awake.” He chuckled when you nodded, walking over to him. “Was it us? Were we too loud?”
“No,” you shook your head and held out your arms to take Jack from Chris. “I’m used to waking up early, as is Dodger.” You looked down at Dodger, smiling. “This little guy keeps us up and at it. Don’t you, bud?” You poked your son’s stomach, making him laugh and Chris smile. “You can go brush your teeth, I’ll watch him.”
“Happy Mother’s Day, sweetheart.” He leaned over to peck you on the lips and you smiled. “I’m going to go brush my teeth first, then I’ll come back and give you a proper kiss.” You chuckled and nodded, bouncing your son as you made your way back over to your bed. Dodger joined you, sitting down in front of you and resting his head in your lap.
“How did you sleep, handsome?” You asked your son, smoothing his bedhead with your hand.
“It’s definitely good to be back in bed with my wife,” Chris answered from the bathroom. You laughed and he poked his head out with a toothbrush in his mouth, “oh. You’re talking to Jack,” he said, his words muffled by his brushing.
“Yes I am,” you smiled. “But I’m glad you slept well too, handsome.” You winked at Chris, earning a wink back. “And you, Dodger.” You cooed and scratched his head. “Anyway, Chris.” You looked back up at your husband. “I am really glad to have you back in bed too, it’s been awfully lonely without you around.”
“I know it has been,” Chris murmured, careful not to get any toothpaste anywhere. “I’ll be home soon though.” He walked back in to rinse and spit, then came back out as he dried his face with his face towel. “And then we can actually be a team like I promised.” You smiled and nodded. “I’m really sorry I haven’t been around to help you.” He walked over and sat down next to you; you passed him Jack and he held his son close to his chest. “Really, really sorry.”
“Don’t be,” you shook your head, kissing his cheek. He pressed his lips together, eyes filled with guilt. “Darling,” you chuckled, rubbing his back. “You didn’t run out on me, you went to work. It’s not your fault you’ve been away, you’re making money to provide for this family. So don’t apologize, okay? You haven’t been far, you know I always carry you in my heart.” He cracked a smile and leaned in to kiss you. “I love you,” you told him then met his lips.
“I love you too,” he whispered. “And you’re getting everything you deserve today, don’t you worry.”
“I’ve already gotten everything I need,” you smiled at him. “My three,” you glanced from Dodger, to Jack, to Chris, “beautiful and perfect boys.” Chris chuckled, leaning in for another kiss. “Yeah, I don’t need anything else.”
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