𝐨𝐨𝐨. 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 . . . featuring christopher sturniolo.
pairing. dad!chris, poc!reader & fem!oc kid
beware of. fluff fluff and more fluff! mentions of sickness like once. pet names/nicknames. small suggestive piece.
✶ ׅ ࣪ headline. hc’s to show you a glimpse of how your morning goes with your husband, chris & your three year old, elora.
⌖.˚◌ unlike you and chris, elora is the definition of an early bird! she wakes up at 7:00 AM every single morning, right on the dot. she’s dressed in her favorite hello kitty onesie as she rubs her eyes & starts her morning.
⌖.˚◌ elora skips down the hallway to you & chris’ shared bedroom, her deer stuffed animal tucked tightly in her arm as she jumps onto the california king, giggles erupting from her throat.
⌖.˚◌ chris wakes up first— as always, a sleepy smile taking over his features as he hears his insanely energetic daughter next to him. he turns over to face her, his arms open wide for her to jump into. once she does, he places kisses all over her face, making the girl laugh even harder.
“looks like someone isn’t sick anymore. good morning, lora. you sleep good?” he says, his hand quickly moving her curls out of her face.
“mhm! can we wake up mama?” a small gasp of excitement escapes from her as her eyes light up, the thought of you all being awake right now sounding like literal disneyland to her.
⌖.˚◌ he would pretend to think about it, his lips in a tight line as he strokes his stubble. after a couple seconds, he shakes his head no causing the girl to frown. he mirrors her expression before speaking.
“let’s make breakfast first then we’ll wake her up, alright?” he offers. he waits for her to nod in agreement before picking her up so they can make their way downstairs to the kitchen.
⌖.˚◌ after a couple fails and almost burning the house down, breakfast is finished! chris calls elora from her spot on the couch, asking her to go wake you. she smiles and rushes out an “okay!” before going on her mission.
⌖.˚◌ once she gets to the top of the steps, nothing but the word “mommy!” can be heard within a ten mile radius. she yells it like a chant as she opens your door. you quickly jolt awake, heart racing as you look around the room. when your eyes land on elora and her toothy grin, you visibly relax before getting up and walking toward her.
“jesus, e.. you almost gave me a heart attack!” you exclaim as you kneel in front of her.
“sorry mama! daddy told me to come wake you. oh! and breakfast is ready.” she explains as her body sways side to side.
⌖.˚◌ you grimace at the thought of chris even touching the stove but nonetheless, you thank her, kiss her cheek & grab her hand before going downstairs.
⌖.˚◌ when you reach the kitchen, you’re met with chris, stuffing his face like no tomorrow. he slowly looks up at you as he swallows the rest of his bagel, a grin growing on his pale face. meanwhile, elora takes her plate and marches into the living room to continue watching bluey.
⌖.˚◌ you grab your food from the counter before sitting next to chris. he leans over to sneak a small & quick kiss on your lips. you smile and take a bite of your eggs before speaking.
“good morning, baby. thank you for making breakfast, i seriously needed to sleep in today.” you exhale as you take another bite.
“you don’t gotta thank me, mama. i always got u. we got any plans today?” he questions, running a hand through his freshly cut hair. you nod as you try to remember where you guys are going.
“grocery store and um… foot locker. i saw these cute shoes that i wanna get for e.” you tell him. he mumbles an “alright” before kissing you one more time, getting up and taking his plate to the sink.
⌖.˚◌ you & elora now stand in her bathroom as you do her hair. you decided to do a slick back bun so the two of you can match. you’ve all done your hygiene; showered, brushed your teeth, skincare, etc. all that’s left now is getting ready.
⌖.˚◌ as you brush her hair back, chris walks in and stands behind you, his hands on your waist and his head resting on your shoulder. you hum as you loop the elastic band around elora’s hair.
⌖.˚◌ dramatic as she is, she makes a hiss sound when it snaps back onto her head. you can’t do anything but roll your eyes at her antics. you do your last finishing touches on her hair before letting her run back into her room to play until its time to go.
⌖.˚◌ as soon as she leaves, chris places open mouth kisses on your neck— his hands gripping harshly at your hips. you let this continue for a minute or so before turning around and looking at him. this was the first time that you took in his appearance since earlier this morning & god did he look good.
“you look good… almost a little too good.” you state, kissing the man softly as you tug on his hair.
“mmm.. say it again n i might have to put another baby in you.” he whispered against your lips, a smile tugging at his own.
⌖.˚◌ your jaw drops to the floor when the last words leave his mouth. you quickly swat at his chest, scolding him as you turn back around to face the mirror. he raises his hands in surrender before connecting one of them with your asscheek. he laughs like it’s the funniest thing in the world as he runs out of the bathroom to hide.
⌖.˚◌ elora looks up from her spot on her bed, confused on why her dad is hiding in her closet like a mad man. she shrugs it off and focuses back on her barbies. you let out an exasperated sigh as you look at your reflection.
its only morning.
solai speaks 𝜗𝜚. did i do these right? probably not but its cute so who cares??? elora fr be in her own world!! also dad!chris is literally my man hello? enjoy!!!
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our beautiful boys
request?: si senoras y senors by @freshloveee
warnings: well they had kids so implied smut, that’s about all talk of pregnancy
also: i feel like this cooked lowkey😭 and also if y’all like for this to become like a a series or a trope on my account please lmk cause it made me so happy writing this
also^2: i got baby fever yet i hate children
also^3: i’m gaslighting myself into summer so if y’all see more summer stuff in the future months don’t worry🤫
also^4: these are such random names BAHAHA
fit check:
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chris
milo
noah
dad!chris sturniolo x fem!reader
the chances of you and chris having triplets were slim.
but, the chances of having twins was high considering twins ran in both your families.
and it’s not that you didn’t want multiple children, in fact, you and chris both loved kids, but you were also both 22.
and you’d never had kids before.
and you still weren’t engaged or married to one another.
so when you gave birth to your twin boys, it’s safe to say you were both a bit scared.
even still, chris stuck with you all through your pregnancy.
you’d never seen chris be this gentle and loving before, he always treated your babies as tenderly as possible.
one and a half years after milo and noah’s birth, chris proposed to you.
and another year later, the two of you got married.
and now here you were, on your honeymoon, with your almost-three-year-old sons.
“are you ready to go down to the beach yet baby?” you called through the beach house to chris.
“yes ma, let me finish putting sunscreen on the boys.” he calls, gently rubbing baby sunscreen into milo’s cheeks.
you walk from the bedroom to the living room to see your three boys sitting on the floor.
prior to the trip, you bought the twins coordinating swimsuits.
milo was in green and noah was in blue.
chris smiled up at you as you came out in your green and blue bikini.
“you look beautiful mama.” he says, as noah toddles to you.
you scoop him up and kiss his cheek, as he grabs your face and babbles “pretty.”
you smile at noah and then at chris as he picks up milo.
“alright boys, let’s head to the beach.” you hum, grabbing the beach bag from it’s hook by the front door.
5 minutes later, the four of you arrive at the beach.
“mama, can you watch the boys while i set up the cabana?” chris asked, grabbing the cabana from the wagon you hauled to the beach.
you nod at chris as you hold milo and noah on either arm.
“let’s go look at the water yeah boys?” you asked, setting them down as they run to the water, you following them close behind.
“oh boys wait,” you call, as they turn around and run back to you.
“here let’s get your floaties on.” you say, going back to the wagon and getting their shark arm floaties.
you slip them on either boy’s arms and then send them back to the water.
you stand by the water’s edge as you watch the boys splash around.
you feel a pair of arms wrap around your torso and a kiss being placed to your shoulder.
“‘m so happy chris.” you say, leaning into him as the two of you watch your boys with pride.
“me too baby, ‘m so glad i’m here right now.” he says, coming to stand beside you now.
the two of you watch as the twins run up to you.
“mama, daddy!!” milo squeals, running up and wrapping himself around your legs.
“come play in the water!” noah screeches, grabbing chris’ hand and dragging him to the water.
after 3 hours of splashing in the water, building sand castles, and boogie boarding, it was time for lunch.
“alright i packed some sandwiches for us and lunchables for the twins,” you tell chris, as he nods, grabbing the lunchables from the cooler.
you sat down on a towel beside chris and the twins as the 4 of you enjoyed your lunches.
after lunch, the twins started to get sleepy.
you grabbed milo and chris grabbed noah as you tried to put them down for their post-lunch nap.
while the twins slept under their canopies, you and chris enjoyed the alone time.
you scooched into the crook of his arms as you stared at the crystal water.
“i love you chris” you hum, as you look up at him.
“i love you too mama, and i love these beautiful boys of ours.” he says, kissing your forehead and checking on milo and noah to make sure they’re still asleep.
10 minutes pass as you build up the courage to tell chris something.
“chris?” you ask.
“yeah mama?”
“can i tell you something?” you asked, turning to face him.
“of course you can…” he says.
“i’m pregnant… and i know it’s not like what we had planned and i know that are kids are young as is…” you ramble before chris stops you.
“baby… when’d you find that out??” he asks, excitement tinting his tone of voice.
“like a month ago and i wanted to tell you but everything was so busy with the wedding and all and i hope you know i’m not worried at all you’re a great father and husband and….”
“y/n… breathe, of course i want another baby with you.” he says, grabbing your face.
“really?”
“really, and whatever it is they’ll have great big brothers and a great mama.”
“and a great daddy.” you say, pressing a kiss to chris’ lips.”
he smiles at that as you here milo and noah stirring.
“should we tell them?” chris asks, as they peek up at you to.
“no… not yet.”
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Family
Pairing: Chris Evans x reader
Summary: Chris and his family :)
Word count: 1.2k words
Warnings: fluff, rushed ending
A/N: I don't know what it is with me and dad!chris, but I wrote another one lmao. The ending is rushed and kinda sucks but I hope y'all enjoy it xxx
English is not my first language, So I apologize if I made any (grammar) mistakes. Feedback, requests, questions or just vents are always welcome.
love you all, happy reading <3
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Many people have different answers to the question, 'what is the most important thing in your life?'
The reason is simple; not everyone is the same. People had different lifestyles, different tastes, different religions, and different friends. It would be impossible for them to give the same answer. And sometimes, people change, so their answers change. The important thing in a person's life could be a dog at first, but can switch to their career once they work.
Chris changed as all humankind did, but his answer never did. It was always the same. Maybe it was because he didn't get it until he was 38. Perhaps it is because that is all he knew in life.
One thing he knew for sure: the essential thing in his life was his family—especially the one he created with you.
It was like one of those fairytales in Disney movies he used to watch when he was little. Everything about you was surreal. You were a princess who couldn't be more beautiful: your eyes, hair, and smile. The cure to his problem was you. But he knew that if he drank you in too much, it would become poison, like all things do when you do it too much. He didn't care. It would be an honor for him to die because of you.
His family. He still couldn't wrap his head around it. Chris' family was his whole life, and everything else came around second regarding what was important to him. His wife, the Dinsey princess, his dog dodger, his wife's best friend, and his son, the little troublemaker.
"He is a troublemaker because he is just like his dada." That is what you kept responding to Chris every time he called Ry that. It was true. Rayan was exactly like his father, not only in his looks but also in his character, which scared Chris a little. He didn't want his son to become an anxious person who was too stubborn for his own good.
Hopefully, he wouldn't be.
Because the more little Ry grew, the more he showed he was the perfect mixture between his parents. Sure, he was a troublemaker like Chris. That made you pull your hair a couple of things for the things he did, but he was more than that.
Rayan was patient. He could accept or tolerate delays, problems, or suffering without becoming annoyed or anxious. If Chris was a little later, he just sat on the couch, watched his show quietly without fuss, and hugged his dad when he arrived.
The quality that you liked the most about him is honesty. He never lied about if he accidentally spilled something or did something he shouldn't do.
"Mommy, my apple juice spilled all over the carpet, but I promise I didn't do it on purpose. Dodge came into my room and wanted to hug me. I think he got too excited, and I spilled mommy. Please don't be mad at him; he also didn't mean it."
You cleaned his carpet and gave him and Dodger both a treat. The fact that he explained to you what happened and protected dodger made you proud of being his parent.
When you told the accident to Chris while you were both in bed, he couldn't hold his tears at how good of a person his son was. At that age, he thought about even Dodger's feelings and how he was innocent. That was all you. It couldn't be him. Chris wasn't even considering his brother's feelings, pulling pranks all the time and making him cry when they were little. He was immensely grateful that he was becoming more and more like you. God knows how Lisa was tortured by Chris, sneaking out of school and doing stuff he shouldn't be doing.
Your daughter Hira was a whole other story.
When she was born, everyone complimented her, saying how much she looked like you. Chris couldn't be more proud. The more he looked at his daughter, the more he fell in love with you.
When Rayan was born, that was the first time Chris cried from happiness. His first child. He had so many priorities, but maintaining his son was first.
But when his arms held his daughter after she was born, It felt more miraculous than Chris could have imagined. He was beyond happy that he had a daughter.
And that daughter may look like you, but she was Chris' twin. Rayan was a mommy's boy, and Hira was a daddy's girl. They were inseparable.
She was a little monkey, trying to climb places, always making a mess in the house and painting the walls with her favorite marker.
And she loves to tease her big brother—a lot.
Rayan was the happiest boy on earth when his parents brought his little sister back home. He went into her room at night when she was crying to calm her down, he was quieter around the house so she could sleep better, and he made sure to help you out by cleaning his room by himself.
But now she was growing up, and he didn't like her as much.
"Mommy, Hira ruined my painting again!"
The only sounds from your son's room were his cry for help and your daughter's mischievous laugh. There was also coming laughter from your husband, who acted like his two-year-old daughter.
"You know, instead of laughing and cheering her on, go there and tell her it's not okay to bother her brother like that."
Chris was Hira's biggest supporter. She couldn't do anything wrong with his eyes. Even when she posted herself on Instagram with a weird caption, he laughed it off and tickled her.
"Ah, come on, it's a little funny. It toughens you up. Besides, every person needs an annoying person while growing up. I always thought Rayan would be that sibling, but it's Hira. It's not a big deal."
This whole banter between the two siblings continued for a while. The only reason was that Rayan was so patient with Hira. He never pushed her, never pranked her back, or never said something hurtful. But she saw this as an opportunity to bother him even more.
Deep down, you wished he did something back, teased her a little too. It felt like you were the worst mother, but you hated seeing your son crying about the paintings he loved to draw for you getting destroyed by a little monkey.
You asked him one day. Why was he so patient with his sister? Why he did nothing back?
"Because, mommy, if I do something back, she will stop. I don't want that. I love spending time with her, even if she teases me."
Right there, at that exact moment, you saw Chris in your boy. His love for his family was immense, and he wouldn't change it for the world, just like Chris.
He listened to the whole conversation right after he put Hira into bed. You were kneeling in front of Rayan with your back to Chris. He didn't see it, but Chris knew your eyes were probably full of tears and your heart was full of love. He felt so proud of his son.
Family is a unique gift that needs to be appreciated and treasured, even when they’re driving you crazy. As much as they make you mad, interrupt you, annoy you, curse at you, try to control you, these are the people who know you the best and who love you.
And Rayan knew this because he had the best role model, his dad.
You couldn't be happier about it.
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papers - pt 5
Pairing: Dad!Chris Evans x Reader
Word Count: 1.7k
Warnings: angst, mentions of divorce, mentions of cheating. if ive missed anything please let me know!
A/N: no lie this has taken me ages to write, and even then im not happy with it but there we go, i apologise in advance. the next part will be the final part
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“Shit!” You groaned, pushing your hair off your face as you clutched at your throbbing head.
“Shit!” You almost shouted as you noticed Chris beside you and not in a separate bed, a loud groan leaving your lips as you realised you were also naked.
“Shit! Shit! Shit!” You spoke in hushed tones, as not to make your own headache worse. You climbed out the bed, reached for your pyjamas that were strewn across the floor and quickly pulled them on as you heard a gentle knock at the adjoining door. “Chris! Wake up!” You grabbed one of the pillows and hit the man with it, eagerly trying to wake him.
“Mama! Daddy!” You heard the small voice of your daughter call through the adjoining door as the handle rattled. You dashed over to the door and gently opened it, swinging your daughter up into your arms and stepping back into the room she shared with Scott.
“Shhh! Daddy’s still sleeping.” You told the young girl, sitting her on the edge of her bed. “Where’s Uncle Scott?” You questioned, glancing around the room.
“Bathroom!” The little girl looked up at you with a small smile. “Can we wake daddy up and go to Disney?” You laughed a little at her question.
“Why don’t you stay here and I’ll go wake daddy up? And then once everyone’s ready we’ll go get breakfast and then head to the park.” You confirmed, checking the time and realising it was only eight in the morning. “Put the TV on, there should be plenty of movies on there.” You told the girl as you switched the television onto movies and gave her the remote to allow her to take her pick of the selection of Disney movies.
“Morning Scott.” You called through the bathroom door, letting him know you were awake before retreating back through the adjoining door to find Chris sat up in bed. “About time.” You grumbled, closing the door behind you.
“Good morning to you, too.” He mumbled sleepily, rubbing his tired eyes. “How’s your head? I’ve got painkillers if you need any.” His gaze never left you.
“Are we just going to ignore the elephant in the room?” You emptied your bag out onto the bed as you grabbed your things you needed.
“What?” Chris questioned; his eyebrows furrowed.
“We fucked!” Your voice came out high pitched, over-emphasising on what happened. “That should not have happened!” You stormed into the bathroom with your things, slamming the door behind you as you retreated into the shower to fix yourself up for the day ahead.
“You know it was you who wanted it, right? You basically refused to let me say no.” Chris looked up from his position on the bed as he pulled his shoes on.
“Please, just shut up. It shouldn’t have happened.” You mumbled, filling your backpack with the essentials for the day. “We were both drunk and it shouldn’t have happened. It doesn’t change anything.” You pulled your bag onto your shoulders before opening the adjoining door and stepping into the other room where Scott was helping Olivia put her shoes on.
“All good to go?” Scott questioned as you stepped into the room, his eyebrows raised as if he was trying to read the situation between you and Chris.
“Yeah, all good. Wanna go get some breakfast, Liv?” You questioned, holding your hand out to your daughter and leading her out the room.
“What happened, Chris?” You heard Scott ask as they both stepped out and joined you in the hallway.
“Let's not talk about it.” Chris mumbled in reply, the tension thick in the air as you all made your way to breakfast.
The few days in Disney passed rather quick, and you’d soon returned back to London and carried on with life as usual. You’d held back from signing your part of the divorce papers after what happened while you were vacationing in Florida, although there was a lot of tension after a lot of thought it felt like things were somewhat going in the right direction and you’d agreed with Chris to take things slow and work on your relationship one step at a time, which included twice weekly marriage counselling via video call.
Your marriage was hard to explain to people, it confused a lot of people when they’d found out that you were actually married but your husband and father of your child lived over three thousand miles away. It took a few months but you’d gone as far as wearing your wedding ring again, the classic platinum diamond ring placed back on your finger alongside your simple engagement ring.
Everything felt normal, apart from the distance, and in a strange way you felt you had your husband back.
The next big step was whether you’d commit to moving back to Boston or not.
It was three months since you’d returned from spending a short period of time in Boston. Christmas was fast approaching, meaning it was only a matter of days before Chris would be joining you and Olivia for your first Christmas in London.
You’d spent two weeks of December extremely ill, finding yourself spending a lot of time cuddled up with the toilet and requiring lots of assistance from your parents when it came to childcare. It wasn’t until one of your work colleagues mentioned the pattern in your sickness that you began to worry. The mention of morning sickness made you feel nauseous, the idea of being pregnant with your somewhat-distant husband was not something you thought you’d even have to consider.
It wasn’t until the twenty second of December, the day before Chris was due to arrive, that you decided that the best course of action would be a pregnancy test. Things started to add up in your mind, leaving you certain you were pregnant.
The multiple pregnancy tests only confirmed your suspicion – by summer of the following year Olivia was due to be a big sister to Baby Evans number 2.
The thought of telling your husband made you fearful, it’s not as if you were in the worst situation anymore but you also weren’t in the best situation either. You weren’t sure how bringing a baby into that situation would work, but you’d do all you could to ensure the situation planned out.
“Wake up! Wake up!” Your little girl squealed, bounding into your bedroom. You groaned as she jumped onto your bed to shake you awake, glancing over at the clock on your bedside which red 5:47 in the morning.
“It’s too early, Liv. Go back to sleep.” You sighed, pulling your daughter in for a cuddle and tucking her under the duvet next to you. She let out a whine in protest.
“But Santas been!” She huffed out in annoyance, doing everything she could to squirm out your grip and make her way to her father who was fast asleep in his makeshift bed on the floor. Since you only had a small two-bedroom apartment Chris had agreed to sleep on the couch, not pushing the boundaries of your ‘new’ relationship just yet. But Olivia had refused to let her father sleep on the couch on Christmas Eve, demanding he sleep elsewhere otherwise ‘Santa wouldn’t come and visit’ her, so he’d made a bed out of extra blankets and pillows on your bedroom floor.
“Daddy! Wake up!” The five-year-old demanded, gently shaking Chris to awaken him. “Santas been, daddy!” She shouted as soon as his eyes were open. A soft yawn left your lips as you forced yourself out your bed, sliding your slippers and robe on.
“Come on then, missy. We’re up now.” Another yawn slipped from your lips as your daughter darted from the bedroom towards the small living room area, which you’d spent the evening with Chris laying out an array of presents which you’d been hiding away for what seemed like months.
“Can I open them?!” She squealed in delight as she picked up one of the presents and gave it a gentle shake.
“I hope that wasn’t fragile, you may have broken it.” You teased your daughter with a soft laugh. “Well firstly, you need to wait for daddy who’s going to make me a lovely hot cup of tea before we open any presents.” You spoke the last part of the statement loud enough for Chris to hear in the bedroom.
You heard the man chuckle as he left the bedroom, pressing a kiss to the top of your head and mumbling a soft ‘merry Christmas, baby’ before heading to the kitchen to make your tea. You don’t know whether it was the pregnancy hormones or not, but Chris left you blushing with a warm smile on your face.
It wasn’t long before you were curled up on the small couch in the living room, a blanket laid loosely over your lap and a cup of tea in your hands as your five-year old and husband sat on the floor playing with the new toys that ‘Santa’ had delivered.
“Hey Chris, can you get that present out from under the tree?” You pointed towards the small little gift that sat just below one of the branches.
“What is it?” Chris questioned, not remembering placing a present that small under the tree just a few hours ago.
“It’s from me!” Olivia beamed at her father, watching him retrieve the gift from under the tree. You couldn’t help but laugh at how oblivious your husband was, a small smile gracing your lips.
“Open it, daddy!” Your little girl grinned at the man as he began to rip the paper away.
“Oh wow, that’s so cool! Thanks, Liv.” Chris pressed a kiss to the top of his daughters head as he unwrapped the new wallet that was engraved with the words ‘To the best daddy, love your babies.’ He read the wording out loud, his eyebrows furrowed as he glanced at you. “I think they’ve messed up the personalisation.” He whispered, his confusion very evident.
You glanced from your husband back to the place where the present lay just under the tree a few minutes ago, your eyes flitting between the two spots.
Chris eventually followed your gaze, looking down to the decoration that hang on the tree right above the spot where the present previously lay. The realisation quickly set in and the shock was evident on Chris’s face as he took in the new Christmas decoration that hang on the tree with its dainty writing and a baby scan, reading:
Baby Evans. Due Summer.
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Baby Blues 20/?
Summary: It’s Ace’s first Thanksgiving, and Alex and Chris have everything under control.... right?
Warning: Swearing (that’s it)
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15 Weeks (and 2 Days) Old
"Okay Alexander, this is a big day for us. Mama is hoping to get some good news today." Alex swayed from foot to foot while she fed Ace and refreshed her email and kept checking her phone for any missed texts.
She had sent in some drafts to her editor, Sarah, who she was hoping to hear back from today. If all went well then she'd get an advance on her next book, and then discuss scheduling for a future book tour.
Chris had wrapped with filming a few days ago and Alex loved catching up on her sleep because of it. She and Chris had a new morning routine, she got up with Ace to feed him, then Chris would have him after his first nap and for a bit of playtime while Alex got to go back to sleep.
“Al, we have to be at my mom’s in an hour.” he reminded her, seeing her still dressed in her sweats
“I know, I’m just waiting to hear back from Sarah.”
“It’s Thanksgiving, she’s probably eating. Which we won’t get to do if we’re late for dinner.” he swatted her on the butt “Go, get dressed.”
“Did you just spank me?”
"And I'm gonna do it again if you don't go get dressed."
“I still have to get all the bags together.”
“I’ll get our stuff, you go get dressed.” Chris steered her out of the office “I got this.”
“Don’t forget the carrier or my breast pump.” Alex checked under the sling, Ace was going in and out of sleep while still trying to breastfeed “That’s right, get milk drunk and sleep all the way to grandma’s house.”
Alex hurried to get ready once Ace had given into his impending nap, throwing on some jeans, a clean blouse, and some light makeup. Since it’s Ace’s first Thanksgiving, Alex knows pictures would be taken, and she’d rather look less tired than she actually was.
“Al, I’m wasting away.” Chris whined, he was halfway out the door with the carrier in one hand and his keys in the other.
Alex slung her purse under her arm, well purse/ Ace’s secondary baby bag. Anything that didn’t fit inside the baby bag was in Alex’s oversized purse. “I’m gonna forget something if you keep rushing me.”
“No, you’re not.”
“Where are the bags?”
“I put them in the car.”
“Did you remember my breast pump?” Alex started to drift towards the kitchen when Chris pulled her back and gently towards the door.
“Yes I did, it’s in the car.”
“Where’s Dodger?”
“Peeing on a tree in the front yard.”
“What about-”
“Al, everything is in the car except you.” Chris punched in the code to the house alarm and shuffled Alex out the door
Dodger came happily strolling up to Alex, while Chris placed the carrier in the car.
“In you go Bubs.” Alex encouraged the pup to hop in the back seat, smiling as he curled up next to the carrier. “Good boy, Dodger.”
“Everybody in?” Chris waited until Alex was buckled in before pulling out of the drive. Alex was back on her phone, checking her emails again, but still nothing. Chris reached over and poked at her thigh “Stop checking, your gonna overthink. You’re a talented writer and when Sarah does respond- it’ll be good news.”
“I’m gonna overthink either way. This one is different from my other books, it’s more personal.”
“Personal how? What’s the book about? You usually let me read your drafts before you send them in.”
Alex hesitated “Some of the situations in the book are- kind of based off a few of my real-life experiences, but I don’t want to jinx it by talking about it.”
“Fine, I won’t ask about your secret book anymore, as long as you put your phone down. It’s Thanksgiving, our son’s first, be in the moment.”
“You’re right, I’m sorry. I’m here, in the moment and at this current moment I’m nervous and hungry.” Dodger whined softly, sniffing around the car. “What’s up, Dodger?”
“I think he wants the window down, but Ace is back there.” Chris glances at the pup in the rearview mirror. Dodger howled and pawed at the seats, trying to push his way to the front seat before giving up and whining again. “Hey- Dodge, stop that, you know better.” Chris chides
“What’s the matter Dodge, you gotta potty again?” Alex turned to pet and soothe him when she saw that the carrier was empty "Chris, where's Ace?"
"What do you mean 'where's Ace', you didn’t put him in the car?"
"No, I didn’t put him in the car, didn’t you have him with you in the carrier?"
"You were feeding him, I thought you had him." Chris glanced in the rearview mirror to find Dodger whining at the empty car seat "Shit-"
After a possible illegal U-turn and a lot of angry drivers, Chris was speeding back towards the house, Alex gripped the handle on her door.
"I can't believe we left him in the house. We're horrible parents. First the squirrel and now this, he's probably so scared right now.”
"We're not bad parents, just stay calm. It's fine, Ace is fine- move your car asshole the light is green!" Chris honked and served around the driver who was too busy texting to notice “Get off your fucking phone, you fucking idiot!”
“How did we forget our baby? Dodger noticed it before we did, we could’ve been damn near halfway to your mom’s before we even realized!”
The car jerked to a sudden stop in the drive, and both Chris and Alex launched themselves out of the car and ran back in the house.
“Alexander.” Chris ran to the bedroom, Alex right behind him. Ace was still fast asleep on the bed, safe and sound. “He’s fine, he’s fine.”
“Thank goodness.” Alex sighed then smiled “And he’s still sleeping.”
The security alarm went off throughout the house, Ace was startled awake and wailed.
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“One more, one more.” Lisa smiled snapping another picture of Alex holding Ace, wearing a bib with a colorful turkey on it and words reading ‘gobble gobble’
“Ma, please give my wife a break.” Chris asked on Alex’s behalf
Lisa nods “You’re right. It’s your turn anyways.”
Chris chuckled but switched places with Alex, pulling Ace into his arms. Lisa began taking more pictures. Alex feels her phone buzzing in her pocket, she pulls it out and sees Sarah’s name on the screen. She slips away into the kitchen.
“Hey Sarah, please tell me you have good news.”
“I wouldn’t interrupt your Thanksgiving if I didn’t. Jamie, put the pie down!” Sarah sighed “I sent in your drafts, and they loved them. They love how personal and real it felt, and greenlit the book.”
Alex’s smile is the first thing Chris notices when he comes into the kitchen.
“They love my drafts and they want more.” she cheered
“That’s my girl” Chris scooped her up in a tight bear hug “I’m so proud of you Al.”
“Thanks babe.”
“You’re welcome.” Sarah laughed
“Oh sorry, Sarah. Thanks for letting me know.”
“No problem, now please enjoy the rest of your Thanksgiv- Jamie I said no more pie! I gotta go, we’ll talk more about the deal tomorrow.”
“Okay, no problem. Happy Thanksgiving.” Alex danced once she hung up the phone
“Happy now?”
“Ecstatic! Where’s Ace?”
“My mom has him, and she’s not letting him go anytime soon.” Chris paused “What are we gonna do about Ace?”
“What do you mean?”
“If you start working again, and I’m off filming and doing interviews for ASP, who’s with Ace?”
“I’ll have him with me.”
Chris shook his head “Al, while I don’t doubt your multitasking skill, you’re gonna burn yourself out trying to juggle everything alone. We’re gonna need some help.”
Alex did her best not to pout. “We don’t need a nanny, we can handle this. He’s asleep most of the day and I can use that time to write. And when he’s awake he gets my attention.”
“Al- Ace’s sleep schedule is all over the place right now and what happens when we both have work meetings and interviews? We still have Dodge to look after too. Just look at what happened today, you have to admit an extra set of hands would help us out.” Chris cradles her face gently
“Don’t say it.”
“It might be time for us to get a nanny.”
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resident evil body types... :3
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The Duality of Dad
A silly little quickie thing because I'm going to the beach today and I'm obsessed with my boys
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honestly christopher is so cooked this season. he has the two most batshit insane idiot clowns (and maybe carla but is she even confirmed to be in any episodes this year?) trying to give him relationship advice. he needs help asking out his crush and his two options for advice are eddie “had a panic attack so severe he thought he was dying at the thought of having a future with a woman” diaz and evan “recovering sex addict who ignores red flags like he’s red/green colorblind” buckley. this kid is about to have the most unhinged first date of all time and we as the audience are going to have a ball watching it unfold
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“why the fuck did this shit just squirt on me,” matt's gaze narrowed at the four year old in front of him, brows raising for a moment before he yelped as he felt your hand hit him upside the head. he glared at you, “what was that for?”
“you can't swear in front of my niece!” you gawk, ruffling his hair gently to apologise for whacking him.
“okay, but, what is this,” he lifted the LOL doll, staring the shit out of it as it makes him severely uncomfortable. the little girl, however, seems positively thrilled by it spewing water whenever you filled it up and squeezed it. she giggled and clapped her hands, and matt merely huffed, proceeding to fill the doll back up with water.
“it's uh,” you grab the piece of paper with names scribbled on them, trying to find where your niece had named her dolls, and soon landing on the name, “chrissy?” matt practically burst out laughing, causing your niece to also laugh too even if she didn't actually know what was happening.
“s'this chrissy, kid? yeah?” he waved the doll around, gently holding it for her and watching as it spewed water from its mouth and made her giggle again. “like uncle chrissy? yeah, that's my girl.”
your heart practically melts, as you watch your boyfriend and your niece play together. he lifts his gaze to yours and he smiles, humming under his breath, “you look a lot like her,” your niece looks a lot like your sister, sure, but matt thinks you two look similar. both incredibly pretty, and adorable. “you two smile exactly the same.”
he looks between the both of you and that only corroborates his claims, and he nods his head again, watching as the little girl handed him a stuffed toy from her toy box. he held it gently in his hands, and he giggles softly. “come sit with us, pretty sure me and the kid are scared of you bein’ up so high.”
you were only sat on the bed, but fair enough, the kid didn't have a great sense of scale from her tiny height. conceding almost instantly, you find yourself sat beside matt, arm to arm, as your niece hands you two various things to play with. “fluffy,” she mumbles at the toy that matt's holding, and he nods gently.
“fluffy toy? or are they called fluffy?” matt looks at you for answers, blue eyes wide and soft. he's so at ease right now, it makes you feel at ease. “wait, look at the uh..” he snaps his fingers, “the list.”
you grab the list once more and your niece stabs a chubby finger at a name on the list, one that says ‘bartholomew’. you and matt both stare at it for a moment, then look up at the baby, then at eachother, and matt says exactly what you're thinking in the first place—“can she even pronounce that..?”
no, she can't, clearly, since the slurry of siunds that slipped from her wet lips were not nearly anything close to the word, ‘bartholomew’. the two of you burst into little giggles and lean against eachother. it's adorable, it's wholesome. even the kid can see it. “uncle matt?”
“yeah, kid?” he speaks up, not looking at the girl but still putting his full attention into talking to her despite the fact he's trying to set up her barbie car.
“do you like auntie?” she bats her lashes idly, chewing idly on her bottom lip as her chubby fingers tug at matt's shirt. he lifts his gaze to hers, his head leant against your shoulder. the question makes both of your brows furrow, and he nods, answering after a second.
“‘course i like auntie, she's my girl,” he says naturally, which too makes your heart warm. matt looks over at you and he interlaces your fingers together, holding your hand for a moment before he looks back at the kid with a little tilt of his head. “why you askin’, hun?”
his gaze searches hers as he sits cross-legged, and he nods his head for her to continue, tone gentle. “uhm.. are you gonna marry auntie?” matt's eyes widen and he swiftly lets go of your hand out of pure instinct.
your gaze flits to his, and when he sees that, he soon clasps your hand into his again, squeezing it. “if she wants to, sure. one day,” god fucking god, he's perfect, you say to yourself. you knew it already however this solidifed it. his blue eyes meet his and he smiles, leaning into your shoulder. “one day, kid.”
your niece seems very happy to hear this, and she continues playing with her toys like literally nothing had happened. like she really hadn't just given you two something to talk about when your sister came and picked the kid up. “you really mean that?” you spoke up after a little moment, eyes searching his as you shifted yourself a little closer.
“mean it, baby,” matt admits, leaning over to press a kiss to your shoulder with an arm around you before your niece decides conveniently that she wants something to eat. not from you, but from matt. “uncle matt? wan’ sumthin’ to eat..”
“you hungry? aight, c'mon,” he releases you gently and holds out his hand for the little girl so the two of them can head over to kitchen, before matt holds his hand out for you too. he offers a gentle smile, “i'll make somethin’ for you too.”
hey, who can say no to that? you push up off of the floor and you grasp his hand, the three of you making your way down to the kitchen. your niece bounces happily, just happy to be accompanied by her auntie and her uncle.
you realise, a little surprised with yourself that it's taken so long, that matt would make a perfect father. and that maybe that conversation you have is gonna change your lives a little more than you thought.
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hi hi <3 this is just a lil dad!matt drabble bc he's so cutie patootie ughhhh ✧₊⁺
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you look at yourself as you stand in front of the mirror, contemplating whether or not the white dress you were wearing would be suitable for an outing with matt and your daughter blaire.
"mm.. 's okay, i guess," you mutter to yourself, pretty much. matt sat across from you on the other side of the room, with blaire sat in his lap as he watched her in adoration. "what'd you say, baby?" he asks, suddenly looking up at you through his pretty blue eyes, eyebrows slightly raised.
"oh, i was jus' wondering if this dress is okay," you say, doing a little twirl to show it to matt. "you look so cute, mama bear," matt grins shyly at you. you could see the faintest shade of pink in his cheeks.
"thank you," you giggle, flattered. you finish fixing your dress from the front, but you clearly struggle with zipping it from the back. matt noticed, though, and gently placing blaire on the bed, he makes his way over to you.
"i'll do it for you, baby," matt says, placing one hand around your waist and the using the other to hold onto the zip as he pulled it up carefully. "'s done," he says once he's finished.
"thank you, matty," you say softly. matt plants a kiss on your neck before returning his attention to blaire, who sat with one of her toys in her hand, giggling as she examined it closely. it was a fuzzy sheep, with rounded pink ears and blue eyes.
"you like snowy, sweetheart?" matt said softly, sitting down next to your daughter. "snowy makes you happy?" blaire nodded, overcome by the most adorable fit of giggles. matt looked up at you now, saying, "babe, look! our baby's so fuckin' cute!" the happiest smile played on your boyfriend's lips. seeing matt so happy made your heart melt, so much that you didn't even care to tell him off for swearing in front of the baby.
"you're mommy and daddy's pretty little baby, hm?" matt cooed, softly pulling blaire back into his lap. "you're so fuckin' precious, you know that?"
"matty, cut down on the swearing, love," you finally say playfully, hooking your necklace from the back and slipping into your shoes. matt ran a hand through his hair. "sorry, angel, i keep forgetting."
"it's okay, baby, jus' remindin' you," you giggle, padding over to give matt a kiss. he stands up from the bed, blaire carefully tucked under one arm, the other he wraps around you. one of your hands is placed over matt's chest and you interlock the other with blaire's. you press a soft, swift kiss to his lips, and then you and matt, blaire in his arms, make your way outside, to have a little day out, as a family.
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A Daddy’s girl
pairing: Dad!Ari Levinson x Milf!Reader
summary: Dad!Ari and Milf!Reader give their babygirl her well needed bath and reward themselves with a bit of soft kissy sex (soft!dom!ari) (slight somnophilia/cockwarming)
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“youre so perfect momma, so good to our precious” Ari mumbled into Y/n’s ear, hugging her closely from behind, one of his hands groping her breast greedily as her vest now had wet patches from her milk leaking through. “I want you to use me baby, take what you need from me okay? You deserve it” He whispered kissing down her nape, feeling her shiver and nuzzle her ass back onto him.
“awh hey babygirl, ya love bein’ with your momma don’t ya pretty girl” Ari cooed letting his hand run over his baby girl’s head, her cute little face grinning under the water as his wife gently poured water over her. At 2 months old she was the cutest tiny thing, Ari and Y/n were absolutely smitten with the life they had created, “Babe, babe look she’s doin’ that same face you do” Y/n giggled watching while her babygirl squirmed and formed that famous Levinson grump on her face.
Grabbing their camera from the bathroom counter Ari quickly snapped a shot of his best girls in the bathtub, his wife and babygirl so clearly full of love for each other, even though he was sure their babygirl was more likely milk drunk having just been breastfed by her momma, his perfect wife. “You’re so beautiful ya know that?” Leaning over the tub he let his forehead lean against Y/n’s his lips meeting hers briefly before their babygirl starting cooing again clearly not liking the fact she wasn’t the centre of attention.
“Hm it’s okay pretty you’re still momma’s number one angel, daddy’s just a stinky man” Y/n joked cuddling a now towel covered baby into her chest. “Stinky huh? Well if I remember right i’m not the one that’s shit herself twice today” Ari said giving his little girl the stink eye, her tiny fists already reaching out for him with her mouth opening for a little yawn to make its way out. Kissing her husband’s neck sloppily, Y/n got out of the bathtub after her daughter leaving Ari to dry and dress their babygirl.
“Youre so pretty ya know that? Yes you do” Setting her onto the changing table Ari quickly put on her diaper, “I know pretty its so cold out here isn’t it? Dada’s nearly done baby” He reassured her, watching as she reacted to the cold lotion on her skin, clearly wanting some warmth from her daddy. Choosing a soft blue onesies accompanied by her sleep snuggie, he got her all wrapped up and in his arm within minutes, her sweet soft baby scent filling his nostrils as he cupped her head against his broad shoulder.
Mini Levinson lifted her head up slightly giving her daddy the biggest set of puppy eyes before her head become too heavy and she had to set it back down; effectively pulling at his heartstrings once again. “You got those eyes from your momma, both of you got daddy under your spell, you’re daddy’s perfect lil angel, all mommy’s and mine’s” He whispered nuzzling his nose against hers, softly padding into their bedroom he spotted his wife changed and only wearing one of his oversized tanks.
“There’s my girl” Y/n cooed brushing out her hair, instantly putting the hairbrush down to rush over and pepper her mini me in kisses, the tiny tot soon finding comfort in the binky Y/n put in her mouth. The tiny suckling sounds filling the room as her eyes slowly shut, her fists grabbing tightly onto her daddy’s shirt.
“She loves her dada” Y/n whispered tucking her in tighter into her snuggie, “Hell yeah she does, she’s my babygirl” Ari whispered, “Wait for me in bed momma, i’ll put our little precious down for the night alright? You’ve done enough for us today” Without another word Ari found himself in the room next door, a pastel purple room filled with all the toys, books and necessities for their growing girl. Her bassinet sat right in the corner with no pillows or blankets, for safety reasons, but her cute little night light sat down by the floor giving her some comfort.
“See ya in the mornin’ sweetpea, daddy’s gonna miss ya tonight” Gently setting the half asleep Levinson into her bassinet, he patted her bottom and back for a few minutes to lull her into a deep sleep, until he finally found it okay to step out. Turning on the white noise machine he tiptoed back to their bedroom, breathing out a sigh of relief when he saw his wife just cuddled up waiting for him on his side of the bed.
“Hey hotstuff don’t you look delicious” Ari chuckled crawling over to her, plopping himself right on top of her, his weight pinning her down in a comforting way. “You’re so funny, daddy” Y/n teased kissing his pink plump lips, letting her tongue mingle with his for a short wet kiss before he nuzzled his head into the crook of her neck; his arms wrapping around her soft belly bringing her close against his chest. “momma ya know what that name does ta me, makes me wanna make you big n’ full of me again” He growled slowly grinding his hardening cock against her bare ass..
“I-i’m tired Ari baby, our baby boo had me running in circles today” She whined feeling her body start to calm, although a part of her felt the wetness start to pool around her thighs. “I know she did, our little girl tired herself out, was sleepin’ by the time I got her into the crib” He chuckled just softly humping their bodies together, her quiet whines and whimpers causing him to smile and kiss her out of pride.
“youre so perfect momma, so good to our precious” Ari mumbled into Y/n’s ear, hugging her closely from behind, one of his hands groping her breast greedily as her vest now had wet patches from her milk leaking through. “I want you to use me baby, take what you need from me okay? You deserve it” He whispered kissing down her nape, feeling her shiver and nuzzle her ass back onto him.
“Need you inside honey, wanna feel you closer” Pulling Ari’s hand up inside her vest, she let it rest on her wet milky breasts, before using her hands to pull out his pre-cum leaking cock from inside his sweatpants. “feel the heat radiating from your pussy? all the love she has to give daddy” Both of them let out strained gasps once he slid in easily, knowing they hadn’t felt this close in weeks since their babygirl had most of their devoted attention. “I love you so much beautiful”
“I-I love you too Ari- fuck” Crying out her legs started to shake once Ari’s hand had snuck around and started to toy with her precious little button, her swollen clit begging to be played with as it stood proud out of her thick lips. “Don’t touch there d-“ Ari’s fingers slowly and carefully traced over the stretch marks which now littered her stomach and thighs, something he knew had thrown her off.
“They mean a lot to me so let me love them as if they're mine and not yours." He whispered back, feeling her pussy clench around his cock every few seconds, signifying that she was nearing her finish. To stimulate her even further his thick fingers found her wet hard nipples, tugging at them to squirt more milk out onto the vest which now clung to her like a swimsuit; no doubt their bedsheets were now soaked.
“M’gonna cum babe, so bad” Y/n whimpered reaching back to cling onto the hair at the back of Ari’s neck, her voice muffled as Ari stuck his milk soaked fingers into her mouth before putting it into his, “Milk tastes so good momma” Their bodies rocked and humped without abandon, the sound of skin slapping filled the room, the cool air conditioning preventing them from becoming stuffy. It only took a few more seconds before the band in her stomach snapped and she creamed all over his cock, him in turn filling her to the brim, a cream mixture collecting at the base of his cock.
“You want me to pull out baby? or plug you up with my cock and keep you full”
“Stay, I want you to stay in me daddy” She shuddered trying to shuffle back, trying to stuff more of him inside her, keeping her warm and stuffed just like she wanted. Eventually the both of them fell asleep, with him slowly fucking her throughout the night, even finding himself being fucked awake when she rode him at the first sign of daylight just before their parental duties came into full swing. God how he loved his woman.
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Connecticut is such an egg noodle of a state. New Jersey gets a lot of shit but at least New Jersey has an identity. Connecticut is like the high schooler wrestling with whether or not he can pull off a baseball cap. Connecticut as a whole should just be crumpled up and used to line the bottom of Easter baskets
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MWAAHAHAHAHA left my dad!chris fic on a cliff hanger so i hope you fools like it😜
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Kick Harder
Pairing: Chris Evans x actress!reader
Summary: if the whole world was watching, Chris would still dance with you.
Word count: 1.3k words
Warnings: fluff, talks of anxiety, rude fans
A/N: are we surprised that it's another dad!chris fic? Lmao I hope you will love it guys. Sorry that it's not my greatest work, love you all xxx
English is not my first language, so I apologize if I made any (grammar) mistakes. Feedback, requests, questions, recommendations, or just vents are always welcome.
happy reading <3
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As a child, you’ve always dreamed of being an actress. When kids your age were watching Disney movies, you were watching movies from Jodie Foster and Tom Hanks. The world of Hollywood and the filmmaking industry were so fascinating. In your eyes, it felt like a fever dream. Everything about it was drawing you in slowly. Nothing in this world could change your love for acting or the goal of becoming one.
There was a slight problem.
You had social anxiety. And that is not a good quality, especially for a want-to-be actor.
Being an introvert and having social anxiety was not so easy for you. Hell, it was difficult for anyone that was suffering from it. Children made fun of you for not answering back. They never picked you up during gym and made fun of you when they heard you wanted to become an actress.
After many therapy lessons, you became a little more confident and finally got the nerves to audition for a role in a movie.
The movie changed everything for you.
It was a daughter-mother dynamic, and Michelle Pfeiffer played the mother. You were thrilled when you got the callback, saying you got the part. It was one of the year's best movies, and Michelle won an Oscar, and they nominated you as the best supporting actress. It didn't matter that you won nothing because it was never about the awards. You wanted to become an actress because it gave you happiness. It also gave you your current boyfriend, Chris Evans.
You and Chris met in 2017 when they announced that the two of you would play lovers in the new Greta Gerwig movie. He was dating his girlfriend back then. The two of you immediately hit it off. He was always nice to you and wanted to hang out with you. Chris was mesmerized by how you looked and how professional and childish you could be on set.
If he had a smile, it was because of you. Everything good happening to him was because of you. And Chris wasn't complaining. He took you out for coffee during breaks and introduced you to his dog. Chris was friendly to you, and you were nice to him. Social media went crazy when they saw pictures of you together and speculated that you and he were together. Of course, those weren’t true, and you would never do something like that to another woman.
But the truth was, the more Chris spent time with you, the more he fell in love. You had so much in common that he thought you were like his female version. There was a slight age gap, but not too big. Chris thought seven years were reasonable enough to have a relationship with you. But he had to break up with his girlfriend first.
It wasn’t a big surprise to the media when Chris and his girlfriend announced their breakup. It was a big surprise to you because never thought he would break his relationship to be with you. Not even once during your conversations did you ask him to do something like that. You didn't even 'hint' it to do so.
He started dating you five months after the breakup. Chris didn’t want to rush things and get all the media’s attention on you. So, he waited. He bought you gifts, took you back to Boston so you could meet his family, and even took you back to his place to make you his famous pesto eggs.
Everything was perfect. Until you found out that you were pregnant.
You and Chris were beyond excited and happy with the news. Building a family was one of his biggest dreams, and that It came true because of you couldn't be better in Chris' eyes. You knew it was a little early in your relationship, but you loved him, and he loved you, so it didn’t matter.
Chris announced the news to the world and proudly said he would be a father. The media was shaking when they got the information, relieved that Chris would finally be a 'daddy.' But a group of people also wanted to hate on you.
The fans of his former relationship were not so kind, to say the least. Messaging your death threats, spreading fake rumors, harassing your family. It took a toll on you. The fact that you weren't the most confident woman in the world didn't help with the situation, either. You were trying hard not to read them since you didn’t want your baby to feel any stress, but you couldn’t help yourself. You read every single threat and cried about it every single time.
That’s how Chris found you when he got back home. He met with his team about the situation, trying to protect you as much as possible. It hurt him a lot, too. To see that the love of his life and his baby were getting threats made him sick. He had one purpose in life: to protect both of you.
He saw you sitting on the couch, crying. His heart broke immediately. He felt tears building up in his eyes and slowly walked towards you.
“Honey, talk to me. Is everything okay?” He wanted to punch himself in asking you a question like that. Of course, everything was NOT okay. He broke his promise to you. He swore to protect you and the baby forever, and he failed. He failed as a partner and as a father.
You slowly looked him in the eye and saw him crying like you. You hugged him hard, burying yourself in his chest and wanting never to leave there. His heartbeat was the only thing that comforted you, the only thing that gave you a smile on your dark days. Nothing else could help you.
Until.
“Chris?”
He panicked a little when he heard your high-pitched voice. Millions of scenarios went through his head only 2 seconds after you said his name.
“What, what is it? Is it the baby? Is there something wrong? Do you want to go to the ho-”
You stopped his talking by putting his hand on your swollen belly, and time stopped for Chris.
He saw your lips were moving, but he couldn’t hear a thing; everything went silent.
The baby kicked. The baby kicked for the first time. The miracle that both of you created just made a move, saying that it was living inside you.
Chris couldn’t control the laughter leaving his lips and the tears escaping his eyes. He looked at you and saw that you weren’t much different from him. You were smiling like crazy and crying your eyes out.
“I think our baby wants to kick the people that made mommy and daddy sad. Is that right, huh, bubba?” You slowly rubbed your belly, and Chris felt the baby kick harder.
“Wow, look at you, bubba, not even born and trying to protect your parents from the bad guys.” While keeping his hand on your belly, Chris looked at you and gave your lips a sweet, gentle kiss.
When the two of you parted, he watched with so much adoration in his eyes, asking himself how lucky he got with you.
“What do you think about a trip, honey? Just me, you, and our little protector. I know these last days were hard on you and our little bubba, and I’m sorry. I just wished people could see how much I loved our little family, and I swear in my life that I will do everything in my power to protect both of you. I love you so much.”
Before answering, the baby kicked again and made Chris and you laugh hard.
“I think the baby just answered both of us. Just know that people will always talk, Chris. We decide whether or not to listen. Let's be honest, we didn’t handle the latest situation well, but that doesn’t mean it will always be like that. I love you and will always love and support every decision you make. Never leave us, and we will be more than okay.”
Yes, thought Chris. Everything will be okay, because there was no way he would ever leave you.
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just realized that if christopher were to watch that video eddie took of him in 2x10 meeting santa, he would hear buck in the background fondly and proudly saying, “i really admire that kid. i love the way he always wants to do everything on his own.”
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military training
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