Life flies by, and it’s easy to get lost in the blur. In adolescence, it’s ‘How do I fit in?’ In your 20s, it’s 'What do I want to do?’ In your 30s, 'Is this what I’m meant to do?’ I think the trick is living the questions. Not worrying so much about what’s ahead but rather sitting in the grey area - being okay with where you are.
It wasn’t supposed to go like this. You hadn’t put much thought into the subject, but the subject of kids had always been something you wished to discuss with your boyfriend of six solid years. Chris Evans was a man who seemed to love kids, but did he want kids of his own? The question had plagued you for so long.
So, in result, you had never asked him about kids. The thought of children running around, drawing on the walls, all the things a child did. You never asked about any of it to Chris. After all, you two weren’t even married, nor engaged. Surely, he would rather have kids after you two were married.
If it happened.
In hindsight, you saw a future with Christ. But did he? Did he see the same vision as you? Would he love to have kids as his own? You never really thought of the answer, nor thought of asking him. Until now.
Sitting in front of the TV, watching the rerun of the Patriots game, your feet were in Chris’s lap, his hand massaging your ankles lightly. His eyes were on the TV intently, cheering and whooping at some points of the game; explaining some of the calls that you didn’t understand.
“That was a fucking pass interference and you know it! Bullshit!”
You chuckled at him and Christ peered over at you, blinking before smiling at you, bearded face lighting up. You smiled back and his eyes went back to the game. Those beautiful blue eyes…what would it be like to have a child with his eyes? You bit your lip and asked.
He glanced at you, gaze lingering as he asked right back, his thumb rubbing back and forth against your skin.
“Yeah, what’s up?”
You bit your lip once more and asked, almost quietly.
“Have you…ever thought of having kids?”
Chris looked bewildered for a moment and breathed deeply, his ministrations on your ankles pausing. He took a moment to reply, shrugging lightly.
“Well, sometimes. I don’t see why you’re asking so suddenly, though.”
You shrugged and theorized.
“I was just wondering what it would be like to have kids. I think you’d be a great father.”
Chris gave a nervous chuckle and rubbed the side of his face, fingers scratching into his beard. He was quiet as he tried to piece his thoughts together, the game stopping as his hand moved to the remote’s pause button. He turned towards you, asking with a look of slight concern.
“Don’t you think it’s a bit early to be asking something like that?”
You frowned and replied, tilting your head to the side a bit.
“We’ve been dating for six years. I don’t see a problem in talking about it.”
Chris frowned and pointed out, quirking an eyebrow up at you.
“That’s exactly it. We’ve been dating for six years. That’s not that long. It’s still…early.”
Anger flashed within you, your chest tightening as you objected the thought.
“Early? Chris, people have had kids before their six years! Plus, I was just asking you about it. It’s not like I’m asking you to go fuck me until I get pregnant.”
Chris’s eyes darkened slightly, but not in lust. His nostrils flared and he said.
“We are not other people, (Y/n). It’s still too fucking early in the relationship to be talking about kids. For god’s sake, (Y/n), we’re not even engaged!”
“Marriage doesn’t have to be a factor in having kids, Chris.”
Chris snapped, obviously frustrated and maybe even a little anxious.
“I don’t think you understand what I’m telling you, (Y/n). It’s still way too goddamn early for kids and I don’t want kids right now. Hell, I don’t think I want kids ever. Sure, they’re cute, but I don’t think I can be invested in something like that. Especially with my job.”
You sucked in a breath and snapped right back, shooting up.
“For fuck’s sake, Chris! Can you get that stick out of your ass and realize that I was just asking you about it? Like I fucking said, it’s not like I’m asking you to take me to the bedroom and fuck until I get pregnant.”
He shot up as well and argued, seeming to jut his hip out.
“Sure as hell seems like it!”
You gawked and then squared your shoulders, poking him in the chest.
“Want to know one thing I’m damn sure of? Leaving you.”
He looked taken back before saying, nose up in the air.
“Fine! Leave then. I don’t care! I don’t need some damn woman wanting me to get her pregnant!”
Damn, that stung. You spun around and stomped your way to your bedroom, stuffing your suitcase with your clothes and other important things. Grabbing your wallet, you stomped out the bedroom with your things and yelled.
“Have a good rest of your fucking life, Evans!”
“I’ll make sure of it!”
You gave an irritated yell and slammed the front door closed, immediately jogging to your car. Never had you and Chris fought like this. Sure, it might have seemed small, and short, but your arguments had never been bigger than something like this. Mostly a couple jabs and then you two would sulk in your desired places before apologizing.
However, Chris seemed so…offended in a way you couldn’t describe. It was hurting you on the inside and out. Wiping your tears, you grabbed your phone and called up the closest person you could think of. Tom.
You sniffled and asked.
“Oh, dear, what’s the matter?”
“I…I just…I need to see you. Please?”
You heard shuffling form the other side of the phone, and Tom answered back to you.
“Of course, (Y/n). Come on over. I was just making lunch, so we can talk about what happened over lunch, alright?”
You nodded, forgetting he couldn’t see you, and you replied.
“ok. Thanks, Tom.”
“Anything for a sister like you.”
He was breathing deeply, his brows furrowed into a look of anger. It was so angering. Why would she bring up something like that? She knew how uncomfortable it had made him, didn’t she? Then why did she keep trying to talk to him about it?
Getting up, Chris rubbed his face and walked into the masterbedroom, his heart sinking slightly at the sight of the dresser open, your clothes gone. A lone lingerie top hung over the side and he pushed it back into the dresser, sighing.
Walking into the bathroom, Chris splashed water onto his face, sighing. He really didn’t know what to think. But it was her who chose to leave…right? So, he wasn’t truly at fault. His eyes strayed to the trashcan when he was preparing to throw the towel in the hamper when he paused.
Something was sticking out from the trash, covered by an excessive amount of toilet paper. Chris blinked and reached in, his hand shaking as a realization dawned on him when he turned the object over.
It was a pregnancy test, a pink plus sign on the screen.
Chris’s eyebrows shot up into a look of regret, tears stinging his blue eyes. How could he do that to you? His body had become numb, and his head was pounding. Sobs racked his body. He finally understood why you had asked such an unexpected question.
You were pregnant.
-WITH TOM AND READER-
You were distraught. You couldn’t raise a child on your own! Fuck,, you didn’t even know a thing about being a parent, let alone how to handle and take care of one. Tom sighed and soothed, his hand on your back.
“It’s alright, love. No mother is truly ready to be a first-time mum. I’m sure you’ll do just fine. I think you and Chris need to talk about this. You haven’t told him, have you.”
It was more of a statement than a question. You nodded and Tom sucked in a breath, holding it, then letting it out. A knocking on the front door caught both yours and Tom’s attention. Tom whispered.
“I’ll be right back, alright? Try to calm yourself. Stress isn’t good for the baby.”
You nodded and he stood up, giving you one last glance before disappearing from the master bedroom, going to open the front door.
He opened the door, shocked to see a frantic Chris Evans standing there. His blue eyes were bloodshot, tears still streaming down his face, his shaking hand holding the pregnancy test.
“I’m sorry, Tom, but I need to talk to (y/n). I have to apologize.”
Tom sighed once more and stepped aside, saying.
“I know you two do. Try not to take things far, in one retrospect or another.”
Chris nodded and walked inside, practically running to the master bedroom.
Tom sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, an almost confused look on his face.
“Why is it that I’m the one who gets caught in the meddle of these things?”
-WITH READER AND CHRIS-
You were startled to see Chris burst in, his blue eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. He was breathing heavily and he whispered your name.
He walked over and crushed his lips against yours, the test falling from his hands as he gripped your face, your tongues and teeth clashing against one anothers. Chris pulle dback and cried softly.
“Fuck, I’m so sorry, (Y/n)…I didn’t know.”
“So, just because you know now, you’re gonna immediately change your mind and view?”
Chris opened his eyes and pressed, his eyes determined but face fearful.
“I…I can learn…Please, I love you too much to lose you. I…I’m blinded by my own fears that I don’t have you in my best interest and I need to. I know what I said wasn’t fair but…I’m just insecure.”
You sighed and rest your forehead against his, sighing lightly. What were you going to do with this big doof?
“I know, I know…Please. Come back to me. Please? I can’t stand the thought of you being alone through this with my own flesh and blood.”
You sighed once more and replied, looking up at Chris and bit your lip.
“Ok, ok. But you need to understand that we are both in this together. We both are newbies to this, ok?”
He nodded and Tom’s voice came from the door.
“Are you two ok now? Because I want to have my room back and I really don’t want any hanky panky going on in here.”
You and Chris snickered at Tom’s use of words for ‘sex’ and Tom quirked an eyebrow up.
“What? Have you two never heard the proper term for such an insolent act?”
Sequel time! This is a sequel to Disney Princess Obsession, requested by the lovely @pegasusdragontiger, who wanted Chris and Sleeping Beauty to be reunited: “Sequel to Princess Obsession, She is cast in the next Avengers movie with Chris they are awkward and flirty with each other and do interviews together to promote the movie. In an interview the interviewer ask’s their favourite part or ride in Disneyland Chris of course answers as dot he fellow cast mates and everyone looks to her and she say’s she hasn’t been to Disneyland everyone ask’s why said well 1)her family never had the money and the other she hasn’t had time and Chris desides to take.”
So, I’ve got to ask, how has working together been since Chris’ epic humiliation after the Oscars?
‘Really dude? We’re really going to go here again?’ Flushed pink tinged Chris cheeks as he barked out an embarrassed laugh. It had taken weeks and weeks of hardcore charm offensive from him for you to drop your guard around him after his put his foot and most of his leg in his mouth when he met you on the press line at the Academy Awards, and then again when he was asked about you in an interview. And now in every interview on this fucking press tour, his massive blunder was brought up time after time.
<b><p></b> <b>Me @ most marvel actors:</b> Get tf away from me with your gorgeous freakin' blue eyes, you godamn life ruining cinnamon roll and take your perfect, shining personality with you<p/></p><p/></p>
HAHAH THAT IS LITERALLY MY TAG FOR ANY POST WHERE MORE THAN ONE CHRIS IS PRESENT. ONE CHRIS? YEAH THAT I CAN DEFINITELY DEAL WITH. BUT PUT EVANS, PRATT, HEMSWORTH AND PINE ALL IN ONE POST AND I’LL PROBABLY DIE OF HEART FAILURE.