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Model Patients

This is an Evan x Reader x Eddie imagine, based on a lovely anon request, kind of like my Doctor Diaz fic. I hope you will all like it I loved writing this. Let me know what you think.

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Eddie Diaz Masterlist

Evan Buckley Masterlist

Summary: When (Y/n), Eddie and all their kids bar one get food poisoning, Evan has to look after them all. And he loves it.

Enjoy.

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Eddie leaned forward and slumped his elbows down on the table, but his eyes flitted to the right to look at the girls sat next to him.

The sight of (Y/n) swaying Nina from side to side in her arms made Eddie's lips curve up into a grin. It was something that Eddie and Evan would never get tired of seeing, which was a good thing considering the three of them had five kids in total now.

And Nina was by far their easiest baby, she didn't fuss, she barely cried and she settled for her naps almost straight away. And she didn't care which parent or person was holding her. All the team had been able to hold and cuddle Nina for ages and she didn't fuss or cry or scream out.

When they had Lois, she was attached to (Y/n), if Eddie or Evan held her for too long she would cry out for her mum. And Eddie knew that had hurt Evan. She was his first baby and he couldn't cradle her all night long like he wanted.

Pete had been a fussy baby, but he had colic so he was always unsettled and crying because he was in pain. They wouldn't have been able to bring him out to a restaurant like this when he was one month old like they could Nina.

Grace had been a daddy's girl through and through and she still was. If Eddie passed her to Evan, she didn't fuss. But if he passed her to (Y/n) she would wake up immediately and if Bobby held her, she knew instantly that it wasn't one of her dads and she would scream.

"Daddy…"

Shifting his eyes from (Y/n) to the highchair resting between them, Eddie smiled softly at Grace. She dropped the children's menu they had put in front of her and held her arms out expectingly.

She made grabby fists in his direction and began to whimper, shedding superficial tears until Eddie sighed and gave in. He unclipped the buckle around her waist and lifted her out the highchair. He knew she wouldn't sit in it for long. They hadn't even ordered yet and she was making a fuss so she could be cuddled instead.

"Come here then," He murmured as he lifted her up and sat her down on his lap, letting her burrow into his chest. Her fingers started to trace over the tattoo on his right arm and she smiled when Eddie leaned his chin on the top of her head.

"What do you fancy, baby?" (Y/n) shifted Nina a little higher in the crook of her arm and looked down at Pete who was sat next to her, tucked up into her side.

Evan was next to Pete, Lois was sat on his lap and Chris was wedged happily between both dads.

Pete shrugged his shoulders and took anothher look over the menu, but he didn't know what to have. He didn't always like what was on the children's menu, he wanted to be like Chris and Lois who always chose of the adult menu. Even though Lois was only one year older than Pete; she was six and he was five.

"Wanna share some pasta?" (Y/n) turned and pushed her chair back so she could ease the newborn down into the pram behind her. Nina was settled now and she'd had a bottle just before they came out, she should sleep through now until they got her back home. And if not, (Y/n) knew Evan would be up and over to take her before her or Eddie could move an inch.

When Pete nodded and smiled, (Y/n) put the menu back in the middle of the table and looked round at the rest of her family.

"Pasta." Chris agreed and smiled when Eddie nodded and muttered "We'll have that too," Referring to him and Grace. She was a fussy eater but she would pick at whatever Eddie ate and if they shared it, she would be more inclined to eat.

"We having pasta too, papa?"

"You can have that if you want baby, I'll have cottage pie." Evan let Lois shuffle back into him and lean her head back on his shoulder.

Pasta was the main dish Bobby had been cooking on almost every shift this week and Evan was done with it. He'd had spag bol, mac and cheese, carbonara. He was finished with pasta, the sight was making him feel queasy and he needed something else.

"That makes you the odd one out." Eddie commented with a grin while Evan rolled his eyes and pretended to laugh.

He was more than happy being the odd one out if the rest of them wanted to get red sauce stained all down their clothes and make a mess while they were out in public.

Evan would rather play it safe.

***

(Y/n) pressed her palm into the wall and used it as leverage to propell herself from the bedroom. Her feet crumpled beneath her and her legs felt like they had turned to jelly as she stumbled down the hall towards the bathroom.

Her forehead pressed against the wood and she gave it a shove but her throat tightened when the door didn't open. She bashed her knuckles on the door and slumped her body against it, wondering which of her family was held up inside.

"Occupied." Eddie's grumbled response came through the door and (Y/n) couldn't help but cry in response.

"I- I- Eddie please! Emergency!" (Y/n)'s gurgled response and the way she started to gag and croak told Eddie she was going to be sick. Whether or not he opened the door, (Y/n) would be sick and she would rather throw up in the sink or in the very least, on the bathroom floor rather than out here on the carpet.

As soon as the lock clicked, (Y/n) stumbled in but she froze when she turned towards the toilet.

Chris was in here too. The twelve-year-old was knelt down on the floor, hunched over with his hands on the toilet and his head in the bowl.

And then there was Eddie. He was sat with his back against the wall on the left side of the door, his feet wedged up against the bottom of the toilet. His arms were bound around his legs that were coiled up to his stomach and his forehead had been resting on his knees until (Y/n) rushed in.

He looked terrible. His skin had lost all colour, he was reduced to an ungodly shade of grey (Y/n) only ever saw on him when he was ill or when he had been in hospital after he got shot. His eyes were rimmed with dark purple and black streaks. His lips were no longer a loving shade of ruby red but were now pale and almost hazy blue. And his body was shaking back and forth against the wall.

(Y/n) couldn't spend long looking at one of her boys. She spared Chris and Eddie a glance before she turned to the right and grabbed the sink just in time to throw up. Her chest imbedded into the edge of the sink and her fingers scratched into the cold porcelean.

She coughed, heaved and gasped as she tried to breathe but couldn't fathom how when she couldn't stop throwing up.

"Mum sick too?" Chris lifted his head from the toilet and looked tiredly over his shoulder. He too had no colour to his skin, his complexion was pale, his eyes were half lidded and he was starting to sweat.

A quiet whine left Chris's lips when Eddie nudged him to the side, grunting as he parted his knees to the side and leant over to throw up into the toilet.

Eddie spat into the toilet and flopped back, letting his head bang against the wall with a loud thud. He gasped for breath, but when he looked across at (Y/n) and noticed her barely able to keep herself stood up, he flinched.

"Oh God… Evan! Babe!" Eddie hollered as loudly as he could but his voice was croaky and his throat felt inflamed.

He let his left arm slump back over his knees that were pinned into his throbbing stomach. But he moved his right hand, clenching it into a fist so he could ram his fist on the wall. He hit the wall a few times, loud enough to make an echo course throughout the house. They needed some help.

"What's… going on?"

The door opened again but Evan didn't dare step inside. He darted his eyes between the boys and (Y/n) who finally pulled away from the sink. But Evan shivered when he watched her knees quake and she used the sink as leverage to lower herself down to the floor. Her legs curled beneath her and she let her head press against the sink that felt refreshing and cold against her clammy skin.

"You okay?" The way Eddie tilted his head to one side and looked up at Evan made him shiver.

"Me? I'm good, but you two look like death on legs."

"I th- I think we've got food poisoning, Pete's sick too. Go c-check the girls." Eddie grimaced and closed his eyes when the bathroom light started to become far too bright for his eyes.

If Evan was alright, Eddie would guess they all got some sort of food poisoning from the pasta they ate last night. They all had the same thing and if Evan was fine, then that seemed to cement things.

When Chris started crying out for Eddie, he practically crawled into the boy's room. He found Chris struggling to get out of bed, feeling horrid and his stomach aching. And poor Pete was curled up in bed, shivering and whimpering saying his stomach hurt.

"Oh fuck, okay hang tight." Evan spun on his heels and darted out of the bathroom. He would be back to carry them all back to bed in a minute, once he'd checked on the rest of the kids.

He poked his head around the boy's door since it was open and he wanted to see if Pete had been sick or if he was still asleep. He had about four teddies cuddled to his chest, he was shaking and the little whimpers he let out told Evan that he was indeed awake. But he was somewhat settled for now and Evan would come back to give him some medicine soon.

Bypassing their room, Evan headed into the girl's room and flicked on the light. He didn't like what he was faced with.

"Papa, I don't feel well." Lois whimpered, nuzzling her face into the pillow but she couldn't get back to sleep now. Her tummy hurt, it felt like her insides were twisting in knots and she wasn't sure if she needed to go to the toilet or throw up.

Evan couldn't help the way his lips pulled into a grimace when he looked between Lois and the floor.

Sometime during the night, she had thrown up on the floor and clearly, she didn't remember or realise she'd done it.

"I know baby girl, no one's well today. Um, why don't you go hop in our bed while I sort out? Mum and daddy will be back in bed in a minute."

His eyes followed her as she groggily sat up and shuffled out of bed, but the moment Lois looked down and realised she had thrown up during the night, her face fell. Her lips parted and tears welled in her eyes before she hurriedly looked up at Evan. "I'm sorry, I- I didn't mean to."

"It's alright baby, hey it's okay. Go get Pete and tell him to get in our bed, I want you all where I can look after you." When she shuffled past him, Evan leaned over and kissed the top of her head. He didn't want her apologising when she couldn't help it.

He figured all his family were going to be held up in bed for the next few days and he was going to have to call Bobby and ask for a few days off. If all the kids- minus Nina who was only a month old- were ill and both Eddie and (Y/n) were out of action, that left Evan to care for them. Something he secretly loved doing.

His attention turned to the cot on the other side of the room and he headed over to see if Grace was okay or not. She had eaten about half of Eddie's dinner last night so Evan would guess she was going to be sick too.

"Papa," Grace tried to stand up in her cot and she held her arms out for him. She looked very flushed and her eyes were red and puffy as she sobbed. He knew she had been fine when he put her to bed last night and when (Y/n) checked on her this morning while she was up with Nina.

"Come here, baby-cake."

Reaching down, Evan gently scooped her up but he grimaced and his nose crinkled when she threw up on him. Right on his chest. Right in the centre of his shirt. He thanked God he had gone to bed in pyjamas last night and not just his boxers or he might have thrown up too.

A horrid scream gurgled past Grace's lips when Evan set her back down in the cot. "Baby- shh just one second, please." He carefully reeled his shirt over his head and dumped it on the floor, he would get Grace in bed and then clean up. "I'm here, okay I'm here. Let's go get everyone else, you're all having a day in bed."

"With you?"

"I'm playing doctor today, baby-cake."

Evan headed out the room but he juggled Grace higher on his chest when she wrapped her arms around his neck. She wasn't going to let him put her down. He aimed for the bathroom and his lips pressed into a thin line when he looked between them all.

"Baby, sit with daddy look. Careful, she's just thrown up on me." He leaned down and eased Grace into Eddie's arms.

A groan tumbled past Eddie's lips when Grace sat on his stomach and flopped forward onto his chest. Her head tucked beneath his chin and she scrunched his shirt up in her hands, sniffling into his neck. He moved his hand to cradle her bum and rubbed his other palm up and down her back.

"Shh, s'okay. Dad's gonna look after us all today, hm?" He pressed his lips to the top of Grace's head and when he looked up at Evan, he saw him grin in their direction.

(Y/n) coiled both arms around her waist and pressed down until she was about to explode. Her stomach was physically twisting. Her throat burned like she had swallowed bleach and she wanted nothing more than to go to sleep but her body was aching too much for that to happen. She was in agony.

She felt tears burning in her eyes when Evan crouched down beside her and pressed a sloppy kiss to her cheek. At least with them all having food poisoning, it couldn't be passed onto Evan or Nina. So he could kiss and cuddle them all he liked and not make himself sick. It was a good job he had chosen something different to eat last night.

His arms wound around her and he effortlessly scooped her up. He could see from how she was practically laid on the floor that she wasn't going to be able to walk back to bed. And he didn't want to waste time trying to support her to walk when he could just carry her instead.

"Eight of us in this house, and only me and the baby are alright."

***

"There we go. You're a good girl, hm?" A tender smile flooded Evan's face as he looked down at the newborn in his arms.

He let his weight fall back until his hips bumped into the kitchen counter and he crossed one leg over the other. He had Nina cuddled up in his left arm, her eyes half-lidded as she was starting to fall back into another nap which didn't surprise Evan. While he had been bustling about the house for the last hour, she had been awake and gurgling into his chest.

He put the washing on, cleaned up and tidied all the bedrooms and made something to eat. He had been out for a drive a little while ago and Nina had slept through the whole ride.

Carefully, he removed the bottle from her lips and set it down on the side so he could shift Nina up onto his chest. He felt her hand begin to tap against his chest while her chin perched on his shoulder and her soft breaths fanned against his neck.

Even though he had been looking after everyone in the house, it had been a little strange but wonderful for Evan to get sone one to one time with Nina. (Y/n) and Eddie could barely stay awake other than to throw up or groan and shuffle around in bed. They were occupied trying to settle the rest of the kids and keep them calm.

So Nina had been Evan's priority because he was fine to change her and feed her and coo and entertain her.

"We're alright aren't we, baby girl? We didn't eat the pasta." He murmured softly while he smoothed his hand up and down her back and turned around to face the kitchen counter. "Alright, we need some medicine for everyone, and you can go lay with mummy."

His left arm moved up and down to sway Nina against his chest and shoulder and he grabbed the medicine bottles from the cupboard. He had been dosing them all up every four hours but Pete and Grace were horrid when it came to taking their medicine. And so was (Y/n) when she threw it up earlier and Eddie felt drowsy after taking his painkillers.

Once all the medicine was laid out on the counter, Evan moved his right hand to cradle the back of Nina's head and he walked out of the kitchen, past the dining room and into he lounge.

Yesterday, everyone had been held up in bed and they mostly slept and threw up. But when Pete and Lois projectile vomited all over the bed this morning, Evan evicted them. They were lucky that they had two large sofas in the living room and one of them was a sofa bed. So Evan had pulled the bed out and everyone was in the lounge. Curtains closed, Disney movies stacked and layered the floor and blankets and pillows were strewn about everywhere.

His heart softened when he looked at his unwell, bed-ridden family.

Eddie was wedged in the left corner, half propped up by at least three pillows. He had been burning up all night so he was laid in his boxers and nothing else which was a sight Evan was happily drinking in whenever he could. He had Grace curled up on his chest, her head tucked right against his neck under his chin and his arms were wound around her.

Pete and Lois were squashed in the middle, sniffing and squirming every now and then. Neither of them had slept well during the night. Chris was laid across the foot of the bed, propped up on two pillows as he laid on his stomach to try and relieve the pain he felt.

And (Y/n) was huddled right in the other corner of the bed, her head buried in a pillow. Her arms were wound around her waist, her knees were slightly coiled up and she had a blanket tucked around her since she was cold and the others were burning. She was wearing a pair of Evan's jogging bottoms and one of his grey lounge shirts.

"She's having a nap, do you want her for a bit?"

A small, strained smile pulled at (Y/n)'s lips and she nodded, if a bit gruffly and held her arms out. She hadn't spent a lot of time with Nina this last day.

She let Evan lean over her and when he was close enough, she tilted her head back and pressed her lips against his neck. She breathed in his scent and nudged her nose into his skin which caused a laugh to vibrate through his chest and down to her. He eased Nina onto her chest and kissed her head before he leaned up and kissed (Y/n)'s lips.

(Y/n) tilted her head down and pressed her chapped lips to the top of Nina's head who was quietly yawning and smacking her lips together.

She stayed cuddled up with Nina but she lifted her gaze to watch Evan drift out of the room and come back a few moments later.

Medicine time.

"Alright, let's get you all sorted. Chris?"

The eldest gingerly lifted his head and pushed up onto his knees on the bed so he wasn't lying down. His hands moved to his knees and his nose scrunched up when Evan held out the small syringe of calpol medicine. He grimaced and shook his head after he'd taken both doses and quickly flopped down onto his stomach. He knew the rules, they had to let their medicine settle for at least five minutes before they had a drink to wash it down.

"Lois, baby?" Evan sat down on the end of the bed near Eddie's feet and motioned for Lois to move over to him but she shook her head. She shifted to the side and tried to burrow herself under Eddie's arm.

"Medicine or you go in your own bed tonight." Eddie warned and shifted his arms tighter around Grace so Lois couldn't hide behind him. She couldn't have the privillege of staying here with them now or tonight if she didn't take her meds. She would only feel worse if she refused.

They were all still being sick. They managed lunch and dinner yesterday but started throwing up during the night again. And both Eddie and (Y/n) weren't doing well on intaking any fluids.

With a grumble and a whine that made her nose scrunch up and look like (Y/n), Lois crawled down the middle of the bed until she was slumped next to Evan's knee.

The moment she took the medicine, Lois started to cough and her throat tightened as she began to gag. Evan looped his hands beneath her arms and lifted her up until she was stood between his legs. He let her slump her head on his shoulder and he smoothed his hand up and down her back to try and coax her to calm down. If she panicked and gagged she would definitely be sick.

"Good girl." He kept her leant on his chest while he filled another syringe and waved his hand for Pete to come over to him.

Pete could barely keep his eyes open. He leaned forward with his legs crossed beneath him and his arms limp on his lap. He managed to keep his head up, coughed as he took his medicine, then flopped back down with a groan.

"Okay, and one for baby-cake." Evan held out the syringe to Eddie since the two of them were cuddled together.

"Have this baby, then you can have some juice." Eddie tilted his head to the side and brushed his finger over Grace's cheek to coax her into opening her eyes. He didn't mind her staying curled up on his chest as long as she took her medicine.

It worked to his advantage that she didn't seem to know what was going on as she was half asleep. when Eddie pressed the medicine to her lips, she accepted it before she started to whimper and tuck herself more into his neck.

"Now you two."

"No, Evan I can't, I- I'll throw it up."

"Mi amor, if the kids had to then so do you." Eddie flopped his head back against the pillow and turned to look over at (Y/n). He knew she was worried about being sick but she had to try.

(Y/n) grimaced and made sure Nina was settled on her chest before she took the spoon Evan held out to her. With her eyes closed, (Y/n) chugged the medicine as quickly as she could and shivered when she felt her stomach twist, she really felt sick now.

Her hand pressed to her mouth and she tilted her head back, shoulders quaking as she swallowed at least three times so she didn't throw it up.

Reaching out, Eddie took the spoon and downed the medicine, shaking his head and cracking his jaw as he groaned at the taste. But he would take anything if it stopped him throwing up and having the taste of acid and bile at the back of his throat.

"See, you've all been model patients." Evan perched his chin on Lois's shoulder and pressed a sloppy kiss to her cheek to make her smile. "I got some fluid IVs from the station earlier, like you said. Want me to hook you both up to one? I got those things too… diuretics, since none of you are keeping any fluids down."

Evan had gone to the station to have a word with Bobby, just to make sure Eddie had the rest of the week off and Evan had the next four days. While he was there, he let the team steal Nina for a cuddle and he went in the back and found some saline bags and IV lines and needles. He knew neither of his partners were managing to keep much fluids down and they had thrown up all their meals yesterday.

He needed some in case the kids got any worse too. And he found diuretics to give to all of them except Grace as she was only a toddler. It would give all of them some vitamins and essentials and keep them boosted with all the throwing up they had done between them.

"Hook us up, I feel like shit."

Evan reached his hand down and bashed Eddie's thigh, muttering a quiet 'language' and frowning playfully at him.

"Alright, whoever wants a bath shuffle off the bed and wait in the hall please. That way we have no wires getting pulled out." A bath might make the kids feel better and more inclined to sleep. And it would let Eddie and (Y/n) have a while to themselves to be on a drip without anyone wriggling around or lying on the wires and pulling them out.

Lois tiredly shuffled out of Evan's arms and flopped down to her feet but she could barely hold herself up. She shuffled into the hall while Pete gruffly followed along, dragging his feet behind him.

"Go get a bath, girlie." Eddie gently pulled Grace off his chest and leaned over to set her down on her feet. She swayed as she waddled over and took Lois's hand, clinging to her sister until Evan came back. She wanted one of her parents, she wanted love and attention and cuddles galore.

"Babe…" (Y/n) shuffled across the bed and moved her arms towards Eddie who faintly smiled and reached out for Nina. He was fine with needles whereas (Y/n) wasn't a fan and it made her feel lightheaded. When she had her bloods taken at the doctors, the boys always had to go with her as she had a tendency to faint.

(Y/n) shuffled down and tucked her face into Eddie's shoulder, kissing his bare skin as she dragged her blanket higher around her. A smile pulled at her lips when Chris moved up and snuggled himself down into the corner where (Y/n) had just been sitting so she was now between two of her boys.

Tilting his head to the side, Eddie pressed a kiss to the top of (Y/n)'s head and started to run one hand up and down Nina's back. She was well and truly off to sleep now but she could stay with them a while longer and have a cuddle before she went in her cot.

When Evan came back with the bag of goodies Hen had graceously helped him rob from the station, he sat down next to Eddie's thigh. He took his chance to cup Eddie's chin in his hand and tilt his head up for a kiss. He was overjoyed that food poisoning couldn't be contagious like a sickness bug, it meant Evan could kiss and snuggle his partners all he liked without getting ill himself.

"I look like shit," Eddie murmured with a raised brow. He knew he looked far from his best and he felt like he was on death's door, but the goofy smile and the flash of teeth made Eddie's stomach flip.

"Hm, you look good to me." Evan stole another kiss and took the chance to bite down on Eddie's lip just to make him groan. "Where'd you want it?"

A tired, lopsided smile pulled at Eddie's lips and he kept his left hand on Nina's back while he held his right hand out to Evan. If the IV was on his right hand, he could rest his arm on the edge of the sofa bed or on a cushion so none of the kids bumped into him or pulled it out by mistake. And it meant he could loop his left arm around (Y/n) or the kids if he wanted to.

Eddie closed his eyes and pressed his lips against the top of (Y/n)'s head. Breathing into her hair and focusing on the feeling of her lips pressing hollow kisses up and down his shoulder and over as much of his neck as she could reach.

He stayed still and patient while Evan swiped an anticeptic wipe across the back of his hand and poked around to find a good vein. He found one and got out a needle and cap.

"Here you go, babe." His thumb pressed down on the back of Eddie's hand over the vein and he carefully inserted the needle. He tore off two pieces of medical tape to secure it in place and attached the fluid line.

Evan took the opportunity to lean over Eddie, give him another searing kiss and place the IV bag on the back of the sofa behind the pillows. He made sure the wire wasn't tangled or crumpled and it was wide open. Being behind the pillows stopped any of the kids from playing with it or bursting it when they came back.

"Your turn," Evan spoke gently and smiled when (Y/n) placed her right hand on his thigh while her left hand stayed curled around Eddie's bicep. She kept her cheek resting on his shoulder and shuffled a bit higher so her lips and nose could brush against Eddie's neck. She didn't want to see the needle go into her skin.

She felt Evan swab the back of her hand and poke around to find a suitable vein. But the moment the needle capped into her vein, (Y/n) could feel her stomach giving an awful twist and she scrunched her nose and pushed further into Eddie.

It felt like her pulse was throbbing under every inch of her skin and her head started to pound and feel like it was building up ready to explode.

"All done-"

Eddie groaned and brought his knees up near his stomach out of shock and instinct when (Y/n)'s forehead bashed into the side of his neck. He struggled to take a proper breath and he tried to keep his eyes on Evan when he felt (Y/n) slump and loll against his left arm.

She'd fainted.

"Oh God, come here," Evan moved the IV tube around the back of (Y/n) and tucked the saline bag behind the pillows next to Eddie's one.

He slipped a hand beneath her neck and Eddie's shoulder and gently reeled her up away from Eddie so she could slump back into the pillows. Evan expected a similar reaction, especially considering she didn't do well with needles and she hadn't eaten anything which would make her more lightheaded than usual.

He gently eased her back into the den of pillows and let her head slump to the right near Eddie. She would come around in a moment.

"Look after your mum for me while I do bath time." Evan murmured as he leaned over and kissed the top of Chris's head.

Chris leaned to the right, wrapping an arm around (Y/n)'s waist and leaning his head on her arm. He grinned when Evan kissed (Y/n)'s temple, then moved to do the same to Eddie and Nina before he climbed off the bed. Three of their five kids were waiting patiently to get a bath.

And when Evan looked across at them, his smile softened like butter. Lois was swaying back and forth on her heels, trying to stay awake and upright but she looked like she was about to collapse. Pete was leaning back against the wall with an arm around his stomach and his thumb between his teeth. Then there was Grace. The toddler was sat on the floor with tired eyes and her arms stretched up in Evan's direction.

"Bathroom, troop."

He leaned down and scooped Grace up so he could sit her on his hip while Lois and Pete walked in front of him towards the bathroom. Their movements were sluggish and their feet were shuffling along behind them, they were growing tired.

It made Evan's heart soften to see Lois and Pete slump down on the bath mat and lean their heads on the edge of the bath. They looked just like they were about to fall asleep and it made him smile. He turned on the bath and let Lois add half a bottle of bubbles.

"Let's get some pjs," He spoke quietly into Grace's hair and headed into the girl's room to find them some clothes to change into.

Evan crouched down in front of the bath, pressing his knees into the bottom of the tub while he turned off the taps and nodded for Pete and Lois to climb in. He tried to unlatch Grace's arms from his neck but she held tight, tucking her face into his neck as she grumbled.

"No."

"Oh, come on girlie, you'll feel better." Evan leaned over and fought hard to undo Grace's hold over his neck that was beginning to ache. Finally, she seemed to relent and flopped her arms down into the bath, splashing bubbles up high into the air.

Grimacing, Evan pulled back and sighed. He reeled his shirt up over his head and tossed it into the wash basket. They could splash him all they wanted today and he wouldn't fuss, as long as the kids felt better and smiled.

His arms folded on the side of the bath and he perched his chin on his arms, smiling when Pete turned around and placed a wad of bubbles right on the end of his nose.

"Thanks, buddy." He mumbled softly and reached a hand down into the water to grab a fistful of bubbles and splatter them onto Pete's hair.

His eyes cast down to Grace who was sat in the centre of the bath, right in front of him and he frowned when she reached up and patted his cheek. "Shave." She whispered, causing Evan to grin despite his confusion.

"I shaved this morning, I'll have you know." He moved his hand to run along his chin and down his neck. Evan shaved every morning. He didn't like facial hair, he never tried to grow a beard because the one time he did when Lois was a toddler, she cried when she saw his beard. Since then, he always shaved.

Whereas the kids didn't seem to mind when Eddie grew out his facial hair. But they were all used to Eddie having stubble most of the time so a beard wasn't a lot different. Both men had taken to shaving every day recently.

"No, shave."

His lips curled into a frown and his eyes narrowed down on his little girl, but a quiet grumble left his lips when he realised what she meant.

Grace found a handful of bubbles and smeared them all along Evan's face, lips and down his neck until he was coughing and snorting lavender bubbles. She then dabbed her hand in the water, and very carefully started to brush her index finger through the bubbles. She was pretending to shave him.

Evan stayed still and silent, closing his eyes for a moment when grace swiped the bubbles rather close to his eyes over his cheekbones. And he tilted his head back to let her clean the bubbles from down his neck.

Her gentle touch was soft and rather precise and delicate and Evan found himself smiling brightly. He was so used to the kids messing and tracing over all his various tattoos, but this was different.

"All done." Grave dipped both her hands in the warm water and planted them down on Evan's face, patting him like she was pretending to apply cream to his face.

"Is that better, baby-cake?"

Grace nodded with a tired smile before she leaned her head forward and pressed her cheek down into his arm. She curled both hands around Evan's arm that was dangling in the water and leaned on his other arm. Her eyes fell closed and she curled up in the water as if she was lying in his arms.

Leaning down, Evan kissed the top of her head and slid both hands into the water. One arm stayed around her front while his other hand reached out to mess with the bath toys Lois was pushing around the water.

The eldest girl was laid back so the water was up to her chin and she was tossing the rubber toys back and forth, but she wasn't really bothered with them. She was too tired to play which told Evan she really was ill. And Pete wasn't much better.

He leaned over and slumped himself against Evan's free arm and closed his eyes.

"Have we all had enough?" Evan mumbled quietly, looking around the three of them who all nodded. "Alright, one… two… three." He helped each of them out and handed them a towel, but a sigh passed through his lips when he looked down at Pete.

He flopped across Evan's lap, curling up with his arms around his middle and his head on Evan's jogging bottoms. The material turned a dark shade of grey and Evan tried not to grimace at the feeling of his bottoms now sticking to his legs. He knew Pete couldn't help it, he was sick and almost asleep.

"No… no! Papa mine!" Grace tried to nudge Pete off of Evan's lap but she stopped when Evan wrapped a towel around her and moved her to stand at his side.

"No, jealous bum, you can share me."

He wrapped a towel over Pete who seemed content just to wait and lie where he was. While Lois got herself dried and dressed, Evan dried Grace and looked around for her pull-up and pyjamas.

Grace flopped down on her back and kicked her legs out at Evan with the last little bit of energy she had. A smile on her face and a squeal passing her lips when Evan caught both her ankles in one hand and tugged her closer. He slipped on her pull-up and fought to get her into her onesie when she wriggled around on her back like a worm, just to wind him up and be cheeky.

"Go find daddy." Evan murmured as he lifted Grace to her feet and sent her on her way with a kiss on her temple.

She followed Lois out the bathroom, both respectively shouting for (Y/n) and Eddie.

"Pete… and you're asleep."

With his hands beneath Pete's arms, he carefully shuffled Pete off his lap and onto the bath mat in front of him. He dried him off and easily got him into his pyjamas while Pete barely turned his head or made a sound.

"I guess you're mine this afternoon buddy, hm?" Evan carefully lifted Pete up and settled him down on his chest with his face tucked into Evan's neck. He smoothed his hand up and down Pete's back as he walked down the hall and back into the living room towards the rest of his family.

A burning smile flooded Evan's face when he looked over them all. Eddie still had Nina curled up on his chest, but he now had Grace under his right arm and she had one hand on Nina's back as if she was soothing the youngest girl to sleep. (Y/n) had Lois curled up between her legs and Chris still attached to her left side.

Moving over, Evan sat down next to Chris and did his best to wedge himself into the tiny space at the end between Chris and the arm of the sofa. He kept Pete curled up on his chest and draped a blanket around them both.

"I think I'm rather good at playing doctor, don't you?"

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enchantedsoulofmine · 1 year

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Merry Christmas

Chris Evans x Fem! reader

Summary: This time on Christmas you and Chris both have been quite exhausted with your two months old but then again, the Christmas spirit will not be down!

Warnings: Nah

Note: English is my second language.

‘And he’s down’ Chris came running down the stairs towards the couch where you were sitting and drinking your coffee. ‘Thank you, Chris’ you smiled.

‘no need my love, you deserve some rest’ Chris sat down on the couch beside you and leaned towards you to kiss your forehead. You kept your cup on the table and laid your head on Chris’ shoulder, while he held your hand and started to caress your hair with his other hand.

‘Mom called me in the morning and said that she wants to spend Christmas with us,’ Chris said looking down at you, ‘really? that would be so good, it’s her grandson’s first Christmas tomorrow, and I’m gonna be baking her favorite biscuit cake’ you grinned, ‘not only hers but it’s my fav too’ Chris pecked your lips and smiled, ‘it’s been a while since we met her’ he sighed, ‘yeah’ you closed your eyes leaning on Chris’ arms.

‘What a year this was!’ Chris sighed, ‘I know right, a lot of things took place’ you smiled reminiscing some of the best moments of your life from this year. ‘The best thing I got to experience this year was your pregnancy and the birth of our own child’ Chris said, you smiled hearing his words.

‘That was no doubt the best thing we experienced’ you grinned, remembering the time when you saw two pink lines on the pregnancy test you took, then you and your husband getting emotional when your baby bump got visible, some cute moments with Dodger and the moment when you felt your baby’s kick, his heartbeat and finally, the second best moment of your life, first being you getting married to Chris, the moment you heard a shrill cry of a baby while you lay exhausted on the hospital bed with Chris on your side, whispering words of pride.

‘Tomorrow will be his first Christmas’ you grinned excitedly, ‘I got him a cute reindeer outfit’ you looked at Chris who smiling at you.

‘Well, I’m really eager to see him wearing it tomorrow’ Chris leaned down to kiss your lips. The kiss soon became a heated make-out session, a cry broke your kiss and you saw Dodger coming down the stairs barking signaling you to come upstairs and tend to the baby. You and Chris giggled and got up. Chris scratched Dodger’s ears and went after you towards the nursery.

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‘Damn, he’s looking so adorable’ Chris laughed looking at his son who was dressed in a reindeer outfit https://pin.it/6vphfUN Chris cradled the baby in his arms and kissed his soft cheeks. you prepared the delicacies for the Christmas dinner and you and Chris were waiting for Lisa

You put the baby inside his small crib and started caressing his brown hair which he inherited from his father, you felt muscular arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you backward. your back clashed with your husband’s stoned chest and you turned around shyly.

Chris lifted your face so that your eyes met his and leaned down to kiss your soft lips. the doorbell tinged and Chris went to open the door. ‘Mom’ Chris said out loud and threw his arms over his mum, ‘my darling’ Lisa softly said and caressed Chris’ hair. ‘Y/n’ Lisa smiled at you and came to hug you. you hugged her back.

‘Where’s my grandbaby?’ Lisa asked and you and Chris led her towards the crib where your son lay sucking his pacifier. ‘Oh my goodness’ Lisa cried picking up the baby.

All three of you had Christmas dinner with Chris’ siblings on skype eating their dinners. All of you laughed and shared some of the childhood stories of your husband and enjoyed the Christmas dinner.

When the time came for the gifts, all of you gave each other’s gifts. Chris gave you a beautiful pearl necklace and while you were taking a look at it, he leaned and whispered in your ear ‘there’s one more gift for you in the bedroom’

You looked at him smiling while he gave you a wink with a naughty smirk plastered on his face.

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Hey! I posted this fic early because I will not be able to access Tumblr for a few days.

My life’s going really shit right now! 😢😢

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f10werfae · 2 years

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You’ll always be my girl

Pairing: Chris Evans x Female! Reader

Word count: 1,594

Summary: Y/n's relatives are anything but supportive, on the other hand we have Chris who is absolutely smitten and will do anything to make sure Y/n knows

Warnings: Rude things said about the reader? Slight sexual scenes

C/n = Cousin's name

Bff/n = Best Friend's name

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Requests are always open!

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(Y/n's P.O.V)

Let’s just say my extended family were not the most supportive, of anything I do for that matter. Whether it be my relationship with Chris, down to the things I eat at family dinners or rather how much I eat.

Now they don’t hate on Chris, it’s me they have a problem with, they’re adamant that Chris can do better than some small town girl that studies fashion.

So standing in front of my parents' house in a lovely light blue summer dress I had made, was definitely a bold move. It was blue with ballgown-like sleeves, blueberries dotted the corset portion of the chest, as the light blue skirt cascaded down my legs into a flowy fitting dress.

Unfortunately for me, Chris couldn’t make this last minute lunch due to the puppy interview he had to film with buzzfeed, and I refuse to let him miss that.

Taking a deep breath in, I was greeted by my mother who had a warm smile adorned on her face, pulling me into a rib breaking hug. Although over her shoulder, I could already see the judgemental stares of my cousins.

With all the “adults” moving to the backyard to watch the barbecue, I was left to sit in the lounge with the rest of my cousins. A heavily uncomfortable vibe filled the air, the washed out voices from the TV providing a good enough distraction.

“So Y/n, nice dress. Did you make it?” C/n said, a devilish smirk playing on her face, her head resting on her hand.

“Yes, yes I did make it” I said curtly, trying to end the conversation as quickly as possible.

“Yeah well it looks sh*t actually, musta' been the lights playing tricks on my eyes” She said leaning back on the chair, my other cousins stifling a giggle or chuckle.

“where’s that boyfriend of yours? Don’t tell me, he’s left you right? He has to have left you, he surely has not stuck with you this long”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” I said sitting up straighter, a burning fire of anger settling at the pit of my stomach.

“It means, look at the state of you. An average girl, with ,no offence, not average looks. Your dream is to become a fashion designer, yet your designs look absolutely trash. Why would an A-list celebrity even take a second glance at you”

Deciding to not even respond, I simply stood up, grabbed my purse and walked out of the house. I’m not going to stay in a place where im continuously disrespected and treated like dirt.

My car let out a noise signifying it was now open, throwing my stuff across to the passenger side, I drove off. Driving aimless across town, I settled upon the local ice cream shop. Sure I was lactose intolerant, but I could give less of a sh*t right now.

Getting my favourite flavour, I sat back in my car and ate the treat in silence. Multiple thoughts raced around my head at once, yes I didn’t believe anything C/n had said but those things don’t just go through one ear and out the other. Especially when it’s from someone you used to be close to.

After the ice cream, I finally looked at the time on the car and realised I had been sitting here for more or less over an hour.

Driving off back home, I could already hear the questions Chris would ask me about the barbecue, my head was already thinking of excuses to say.

(Time Skip To Home)

Finally getting through the front door, Chris came out of the kitchen, a frown on his face.

“Babe, where were you?”

“What? I told you I was at my mums today for the lunch” I said puzzled

“Yeah, well she called me thirty minutes ago asking where the hell you disappeared to”

“Something just came up at work and they needed me in to oversee something” An instant lie.

Even though he was clearly not buying it, he nodded pursing his lips and walked over to me. His built arms going around my shoulders, pulling me flush against his front. Both his hands rubbing up and down my back, “if you need to talk bub I’m here, you know that”

“I know” I said smiling genuinely at him, I could already tell a lopsided grin was probably on my face right now.

Breaking away from the hug, I walked upstairs leaving him by the entrance, “Imma just finish this up and then i’ll meet you up there alright sweets?”

“Mhm okay” I replied, halfway through the bedroom door.

In the midst of getting changed, a skype call came through on my laptop, seeing who it was from only made me sigh in relief.

Accepting the call Bff/n's face came up onto the screen, her usual bubbly self instantly setting a high mood

“Eugh what’s up with you miss gremlin, that scowl on your face is horrendous”

She said jokingly and before I knew it, I had broken down into sobs, not because what she had said had hurt me but because I genuinely just couldn’t keep it in anymore.

“Woah woah woah girly, i didn’t mean that” She hurried out, her hands waving frantically into the camera.

“No no it’s not that, it’s something else” I said sniffling, my hands playing with Chris' hoodie strings.

“I went to my mums house today for a barbecue, and C/n was there”

“ugh not that b*tch again, I swear she hates your guts for no reason. The f*ck did she say?”

“Basically it was just her saying I have no proper aspirations in terms of careers, and that soon enough Chris will get bored of me physically and emotionally”

“Girl, I swear the next time I see that ratty tatty cousin of yours, I will be throwing not just hands but also feet” She joked out, causing a slight choking laugh to make its way out.

“Yeah don’t worry, I may beat you to that”

I joke back, laughter coming from both sides of the screens

(Chris' P.O.V)

“Basically it was just her saying I have no proper aspirations in terms of careers, and that soon enough Chris will get bored of me physically and emotionally” I heard Y/n say back to Bff/n, who the f*ck says that to someone?

Not wanting to intrude on their conversation, I backed away from our bedroom and headed towards the house phone. Calling Y/n's mum.

“Yeah hi ma, I needa tell you sumthin”

(Y/n's P.O.V)

Closing my laptop, I fell backwards onto the bed, a deep sigh left my lips as Chris came into the bedroom. A sweet smile on his face as he came over and crawled on top of me, his form now hovering over mine.

“Chris baby what are you doing?” I asked, brushing some of his grown hair out of his eyes.

“I just want you to know babe, i’ll never and I mean NEVER get bored of you alright?”

“Y-you heard all that”

Nodding he dipped his head into the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply before placing sloppy wet kisses all over”

“I could never get bored of your smell Y/n, it’s home to me, calms me down”

Placing his lips onto mine, he gently explored my mouth with his tongue, slight moans leaving both of our lips.

“Your lips, how can I get bored of them? You tell me you love me with them, your loving words and your kisses?! If anything they keep me entertained”

He said chuckling lowly, nuzzling his nose with mine, my eyes starting to gloss.

“And don’t get me started on these stunning eyes of yours, God I could just get lost in them forever and I wouldn’t even mind”

“Chris you dont have to do thi-“

“No, no I do and I want to. Words can’t express how much I love you, but I can definitely try”

Moving down my body he looked up at me, this time more darkly,

“Don’t even get me started on this f*cking body of yours baby”

(Time Skip to about 2 hours later ;))

The hot water from the shower sprinkled itself all over my red and raw body. Hickies littered my body from top to bottom, when Chris said he was going to love on every part of me, he meant it.

Taking my soap in his hands, he slowly lathered it all over my body, not in a sexual way but more so loving. He continued to hum a sweet melody while placing kisses on my neck, his hands still exploring my body sensually.

My hands reaching back to play with the hair on the back of his head as I tilted my head upwards to crash my lips onto his. His tongue meeting mine, like it had done multiple times earlier in the night.

“I love you so much babe, Since the day I met you, my life has never been the same. Now remember this okay? You’ll always be my girl. You’re the only I picture to be the mother of my kids, you’re the only one I see a future with”

“Chris-“

“Let me finish bubba, you are my light and if I could marry you this very second I would. I wish I could just skip all this and just go to where you finally bare my last name and we’re connected in every way possible. That’s how much I love you, and that will never change”

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funfickgirl22 · 1 year

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Hi, can you write the story where the reader is with Chris or Henry and she is ashamed to show him her family home because she grow up poor ?

Home sweet home.

Chris Evans x Reader

International relationships are interesting. Both sites grew up in different cultures and were surrounded by various influences. The most significant difference between Chris and you was that you grew up poor. It wasn't your parent's choice; it was a continuation of bad events within your family that led to it.

You were at this moment of the relationship where you felt like Chris should visit your family home and meet your mother. You loved the way how Chris' mother and siblings welcomed you warmly. You wanted the same experience for Chris.

Your boyfriend had a few months off work, so both of you decided to book a flight and visit your mother.

Your anxiety was high as a roof warring how your boyfriend would react to seeing your family home.

"What's up, sweet heard? Are you afraid your mother won't like me?" Chris asked, kissing your hand while you both were on the plane."

"It's not that she will love you. It's just... I told you my history, Chris. You know I grew up poor, right? I don't want to scare you off."

"That is not going to happen Y/N. You know me. I don't judge people like that. You stuck with me forever."

After 4h you arrive at the airport and are on the way home.

The house you grew up in was a big 8-room mansion where only your mother is living. Your father passed away a few years ago.

The paint from the exterior was peeling, the rooms in the house were clean but were cold as your mother couldn't keep up with heating. You wanted to help her to renovate the house, but she was a stubborn woman who didn't let you do it.

You were right; your mother loved your boyfriend. Your anxiety faded when you saw Chris's eyes admiring the old building and being interested in the history of your ancestors.

Late evening, when you cuddled up in bed:

"Chrissy... do you like it here? I know is not much, but..."

"I love it Y/N. You shouldn't be ashamed. I can see how your life was difficult, and I am impressed by you and your mum on how you pulled it off."

Chris was correct; there is nothing to be ashamed of. Each of us has a history, and all events we went through; made us the person we are now.

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fictionalmenownmyheart · 2 years

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Overprotective Worrier • chris evans

Requested by: @nickie-amore

This is another lovely request made by @nickie-amore and I hope I’ve done the request justice! I might not have followed the request exactly so I do apologise for that. I also just wanted to say that I like to give you the opportunity as the reader to choose your own names for the children or any additional characters that I make up and include. I understand that the constant back and forth between (Y/S/N/1) and (Y/S/N/2) can get very confusing throughout this, especially if there is more than one added like in this one shot but I hope it isn’t too much trouble deciphering which is which as you read this. Also I would just like to include, all of my knowledge on c-sections has come from the internet and I’ve used my research to help me with some of those parts in this one shot. Please let me know what you think of it if you would like by commenting, it’s entirely up to you (you don’t have to) but please enjoy reading.

(Y/S/N/1)- Your Son’s Name 1

(Y/S/N/2)- Your Son’s Name 2

Gif is not mine, belongs to the owner.

Warnings: mention of c-section throughout, not a lot of dialogue in this one

Chris Evans x fem!reader

Word count: 2.9k

For the entirety of my pregnancy with (Y/S/N/1) it was perfect, I didn’t have the throwing up or the swollen ankles I’d heard about, even the delivery was smooth sailing.

So when I was pregnant with (Y/S/N/2) I noticed how different it all was. The constant sickness stayed with me all the way throughout the pregnancy and my ankles were so swollen and my back in so much pain from the added weight.

When I was told that I was going to have an emergency caesarean my emotions just got the best of me and I broke down in my hospital bed with Chris beside me, the worry plain to see in his eyes as the doctor delivered the unexpected news. He wasn’t due until another two months,I couldn’t stop thinking about what if something happened to the baby or what if I didn’t make it. I knew it could be a possibility, a very unlikely one but a possibility all the same in my panic stricken mind. I knew my pregnancy was rough and nothing like my first one but I couldn’t imagine that having to be the case as the outcome. The emergency C-section threw me completely, I worried about the health of my baby and myself. The anxiety messed with my mind leading me down a path of bad unwanted thoughts. It was tough but Chris held my hand the entire time I was in theatre and when (Y/S/N/2) was placed on my chest, his little lungs wailing with cries, a little knitted green hat placed upon his head, I felt so relieved that everything was okay. They had made it abundantly clear that it would be risky for me to ever try for another baby and I just felt lucky enough to have my two boys, they completed our family.

(Y/S/N/2) had to stay in an incubator because he was premature for a couple of weeks. We were so thankful when the day finally arrived for us to be able to take him home after they discharged him. (Y/S/N/1) was so excited to meet him when we had brought him home from the hospital finally, my mum and Chris’s both taking turns in babysitting (Y/S/N/1) during our entire stay at the hospital when we would go and visit him, seeing him but not being able to touch him at the start.

Right now though I was getting ready to go to Lisa’s house with Chris and the boys. Because the scar was still tender and sore at times even after three months postpartum, I opted to go for a loose fitting pastel pink sundress that reached just below the knees. I matched it with a cute pair of brown faux leather sandals after I came downstairs from the bedroom and looked to see our three year old, (Y/S/N/1), was talking to his brother on the play mat in the centre of the living room. I couldn’t make out what he was saying but I saw him pointing out all the animals in his new book Chris’s mum had brought him, laying beside (Y/S/N/2) who was kicking his little legs and seemed so interested in what his big brother was telling him even if he didn’t understand him fully just yet, his eyes wide with curiosity.

Chris comes down the spiralling staircase, a look of worry on his handsome face. “Are you sure you’re okay to do this? Do you think it’s too early for people to be seeing (Y/S/N/2)? Do you think (Y/S/N/2) will be okay in such a big crowd?” Questions hit me before his feet had even land on the carpet of the lounge floor.

“Chris, honey, it’ll be fine. You know what your mum said.” I remind him. I had called his mum, by request of Chris himself, to ask her if it could only be close immediate family coming to this gathering.

He sighs but concedes. “Alright sweetheart, but if you or (Y/S/N/2) get tired then we’ll leave right away.”

I nod my agreement knowing that is the best response I’ll get from him.

Of course we wanted everyone to be able to see our practically new born baby but wanted to ease into it, especially with what a worrier Chris had become.

I knew he was frightened, I think he was just as scared as me when he found out I was having a C-section if not more so. His face had dropped and the colour had completely left his face, I had thought he was going to faint right then and there after the news. Thankfully that didn’t happen and Chris was excellent all the way through, reassuring me and saying everything I needed to hear, but it’s like it changed him. He’s become a whole different person, he questions everything and I know he has a heart of gold but the constant coddling of (Y/S/N/2) and myself gets too much at times.

Both mine and Chris’s family have seen the baby but all separately and at our house during the three months since we’ve been home from the hospital because of the instructions my husband decided to make. Even though he knows everyone has seen (Y/S/N/2), there’s no dissuading his mind now that it’s set on the worst case scenarios, it was a stretch to get him to agree for us all to go to his mum’s house for a get together today.

I take the boys out to the car while Chris sorts himself out in the house. I place (Y/S/N/2) into the back seat in his car carrier locking him in place with the seatbelt securing him in properly as he sleeps peacefully. (Y/S/N/1) holds his favourite toy, a tiger named Tommy gifted by Scott, as he climbs up into his car seat all by himself now that he’s a big boy and doesn’t need mummy’s help (his words not mine), but I do stand behind him so he doesn’t fall to reassure myself he doesn’t hurt himself more than anything. I sit myself in the passenger seat and watch as Chris walks out and locks the door, Dodger beside him, with a massive baby bag of essentials that will be for (Y/S/N/2), that would last us an entire week instead of one afternoon, carried on his shoulder making me roll my eyes at his antics but can’t help but smile at him.

Chris opens the boot/trunk and allows Dodger to jump in and places the bag beside him before closing it again. Dodger leans over the back seats and stares at the boys, excitement for an adventure clear in his eyes. When Chris gets in the drivers seat, we begin our journey to his mum’s house.

We pull up outside Chris’s mum’s house and park on her driveway with other cars surrounding us indicating we’re one of the last to arrive. I place my hand on the door handle but before I’m able to open it Chris calls out. “Stay where you are, I’m coming round and opening your door.” He shoots out before I can say anything to let him know he doesn’t need to do that but close my open mouth not voicing the protest as I watch him walk to my door and opens it for me like he said he would.

He holds his hands out and I place mine into his as he very gently pulls me out of the vehicle and doesn’t let go of me until both of my feet make contact with the ground. He then does the same with (Y/S/N/1) lifting him up and out with some argument from him about being able to do it himself. Chris makes his way to (Y/S/N/2) as he tells (Y/S/N/1) to help me up the steps to the front door. My sweet boy holds my hand listening and taking his role that Chris gave him very seriously as he keeps his steps slow not that he needs to but I allow him because the words Chris has spoken are like gospel to him.

Chris meets us with (Y/S/N/2) in his carrier seat locked in his hand and his necessity bag on his shoulder with Dodger making his way to us not too far behind. I ring the door bell and it opens soon after revealing Lisa with a wide smile on her face.

“Come in, come in.” She ushers us in and sanitises her hands with the tube Chris holds out to her after he clears his throat to remind her. The only way either of us could get him to agree to allow us out was if everyone would sanitise their hands before they even thought about holding (Y/S/N/2) today, it was a superstition Chris had about (Y/S/N/2) contracting anything, especially as he was more prone to infection. Lisa said everyone would oblige giving the go ahead for us to actually see people today.

We walk down the hallway and into the living room where two black sofas are positioned. The mantelpiece has many frames with photographs of her children and grandchildren on it. I notice the photo of (Y/S/N/1) and (Y/S/N/2) when we had first taken him home after Lisa kindly babysat (Y/S/N/1) for us. I took the photo of (Y/S/N/1) holding (Y/S/N/2) for the first time, the moment too cute of an opportunity to miss.

“Oh he’s gotten so big since the last time I saw him.” Lisa exclaims as she holds her hands out for (Y/S/N/2) who gurgles and smiles as I pass him over after taking him out of the carrier Chris is still holding.

“He has, he’s like his dad, I can put anything in front of him and he’ll eat it. He’s the least fussiest baby I know, much better than how (Y/S/N/1) was at this age.”

She chuckles, nodding her head, aware just how picky my older son used to be when it came to his food. (Y/S/N/1) makes a noise in denial before quickly running out and into the garden where I assume everyone else is already.

I leave her alone with (Y/S/N/2) letting her spend some much needed grandma time with him, making my way to the garden as well with Chris and Dodger on my heels.

I look around the garden from the French doors observing everyone who is here. I walk over to Chris’s siblings, Scott, Shanna and Carly all standing and talking amongst themselves. I hug them in greeting and join in with their conversation. I feel warm hands encase my waist being careful when getting close to my belly. Even though my scar is fully healed and has been for a while, though it still pains easily, Chris is still conscious of touching it afraid of hurting me. I lean back in his arms, loving the feel of his body holding me and smell the woody tones of his cologne he’s always worn since as long as I’ve known him which is a long time overall throughout our entire dating history and marriage. The smell gives me comfort and makes me feel safe. I feel a tender kiss be planted on my neck just below my ear lobe. I try to focus on what Chris’s sister, Shanna, is saying but it becomes difficult as Chris places delicate pecks along my neck and shoulder.

I’m not usually a big fan of PDA, especially seeing others do it or being involved in the display very publicly but I found out a long time ago that Chris is very affectionate, not necessarily out in public or when he’s taken me to a premiere as his plus one but mainly in the comfort of our friends and family where there isn’t any prying eyes on us and I don’t hate it. Maybe it’s Chris in general that I just can’t deny because the feeling of his hands and lips on my body aren’t like any others, they make me feel protected and loved and cherished and comforted.

I try to distance myself from Chris as I feel my knees weaken from the light caresses his lips create on my suddenly very warm skin. I hear him chuckle deeply, catching on to the reasoning behind me stepping away from him.

I sigh and excuse myself making my way towards the table that has a pitcher of freshly made lemonade. I pour some in a glass and take a generous sip feeling the cool liquid pass my parched lips. The heat is becoming more pronounced and making itself known on my skin. I look around me at all of the beautiful plants and shrubbery in the garden trying to spot my eldest son amongst the children and friends and family that fill up the space nicely. I finally catch a glimpse of his toy tiger, Tommy, being thrown in the air and caught by (Y/S/N1) repeating the process, his cousins close by taking it in turns. I head inside the house quickly and find the bottle of sunscreen specifically for children almost instantly in (Y/S/N/2) bag before making my way back outside.

I walk over to (Y/S/N/1) where he is still where I last saw him, playing with his siblings and call him over to me. Begrudgingly he walks over to me, complaining as I apply some on his arms. “I don’t like the feel of it mummy, it’s sticky.”

“I know, honey, but it will protect your skin from the sun.” I inform him, moving onto his legs that aren’t protected by his blue shorts.

He groans as I spray some on the palm of my hand and dab some all over his face and the tips of his ears. I apply some to his neck, back and front, too.

After I’m finished, he can’t get away fast enough running back to join all of his cousins.

I catch Lisa with (Y/S/N/2) and Chris as he pulls out the sanitiser from his shorts pocket and puts some on his siblings hands. Scott takes over from Lisa, holding (Y/S/N/2) close to his chest as Carly stands next to him, stroking his chubby cheek with her now sanitised hand.

I walk over, pulling my phone out and take a photo of them, capturing the moment. It goes on like this, Chris sanitising peoples hands and then them holding (Y/S/N/2) who is more than willing with all of the attention.

After an hour or so I can tell that (Y/S/N/2) is getting cranky and needs to be put down for a nap soon. Even I have to admit that I’m starting to feel slightly tired, this being the first big outing for me since giving birth to (Y/S/N/2) means that I’m not used to al the excitement. (Y/S/N/1) looks like he could do with a rest as well, all that running around with his cousins has definitely worn him out.

Chris must always seem to sense these things because not soon after my own thoughts, he declares to his mum and everyone present that we will be leaving now.

I thank Lisa and everyone else for the lovely get together, promising to planning something again soon before we make our way back to the car and begin our journey home again.

When we finally arrive home, me and the boys cuddle up exhausted from the long day spent with our family. I sit on the end of the sofa by the armrest with (Y/S/N/1) curled up beside me stroking his chubby cheek and (Y/S/N/2) resting on my bosom soft little sighs leaving his mouth as he coos in his sleep.

I open my eyes to see Chris standing against the doorframe, his bulky arms folded across his chest and a smile lighting up his face. I see the love filling up his blue eyes from where I’m sat as he watches the three of us together and the worry lines from earlier appear nonexistent now. I hold my hand out, the one not supporting (Y/S/N/2)’s small body and Chris walks over to us slowly trying to not make too much noise. He lifts my hand and kisses my knuckles before settling himself down in between me and (Y/S/N/1) somehow managing not to disturb him and rests (Y/S/N/1) back against his side, holding his small frame close as he sleeps.

I lay my head on Chris’s shoulder being careful myself to not disturb (Y/S/N/2) and now being able to hold him with both of my hands, he lets out a noise of discontentment but doesn’t wake from his slumber. I sigh before allowing myself to close my eyes with all of my boys around me and letting us be able to relax all together.

Today was wonderful but this is the highlight of it all just being here right now in each others company.

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im-in-love-with-pizza-bites · 1 year

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To Raise Children: Chapter 30

Chris Evans X Daughter!Reader, Grandpa!Chris Evans X Flynn and Felix Evans (OCs) Tom Holland X Single-Mom!Reader (Slow Burn)

Series Masterlist

OC List

Series Summary: It's been 4 years, your sons are starting kindergarten, you're starting junior year of college, a lot has changed.

Chapter Summary: Tom talks to him mom about you and the boys

Series Warnings: Age gap (Reader is 20, Tom is 29), absent father, mentions teen pregnancy, mentions abortion, if you see anymore please let me know politely.

Chapter Warnings:

Sequel to "It Takes A village"

A/n: It's been months I know. But hopefully the next chapter should come out sooner can't promise it.

Tom walks into his parents home. He kicks off his shoes before walking into the living room where his mom was sitting.

"Hey mum." He smiles at her.

"Tom dear! I didn't hear you come in." She sits up. "How are you?"

"Im good. Are Sam and Harry still coming for dinner too?" He says sitting next to her.

"Yes they are. They're gonna be a little later. How is Y/n?" Nikki asks smiling.

"She's good she's visiting family right now so I haven't talk to her yet. I hate the time differences." He says leaning back on the couch. "Mom I love her. She's just amazing, mum. She's kind, she's funny, she's so beautiful. She's an amazing mum too! I love her sons too, they're so much like her! Flynn he read to me! He's not even in first grade yet he's so smart, and Felix he is great at drawing! He drew spiderman and it was so good! I have a photo of it on my phone" Nikki has an amused smile on her face as she listens to him. She can't wait to meet you or the twins.

"You really love them don't you?"

"Yeah. How'd you know?" He laughs.

"Your eyes lit up when I asked about her. You're also bragging about those boys, it's sweet. I can't wait to meet them they must be very special."

"They are mum. I've never felt this way before about a woman. I think she's the one." He looks at her with a giddy grin.

"Im happy for you dear, I can't wait to meet her. And her sons, I've always wanted grandkids. You've been taking a while too." Nikki chuckles

"You have four kids Im not the only one who can give you grandkids."

"You are the oldest though you've had the most time."

"Yeah."

"But seriously when will I get to meet them." She smiles.

"I don't know I want to fly them here maybe as a Christmas gift but she still wants to keep me separate from the twins so maybe next summer if I don't have any projects."

"Okay, me and your dad really are happy for you."

"Thank you mum." He smiles looking down at his phone when he heard it ding. It was you, you sent him a photo of the twins and Amelia at brunch. He replies before showing the photo to his mom. "This one is Flynn you can tell cause his eyebrows are thicker than Felix's and Felix has bigger ears. The little girl is their sister, Amelia."

"Awe." She smiles looking at the photo. "They're so precious."

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You were finally home. You sat the bags on the floor as the boys ran past you to the backyard. You sigh and go to the couch flopping down on it. You look towards the window the boys are playing on their playset. You pull your phone out texting your dad letting him know you got home safely before doing the same to Tom. Tom responds almost immediately says that's good. It's about 7pm here so it's about midnight there in London. You're not surprised hes aware hes been staying up late to talk to you since you became official. He calls you right as you start writing a response.

"How was the flight? Were the boys better this time?"

"It was alright, yeah they were great this time. Luckily this time we didn't wake up early and we got dinner right before the flight so they weren't cranky."

"That's good."

"How was dinner with your parents?" You ask looking out the window.

"Good."

"That's good." You say.

"Where's the boys?"

"The backyard playing. I don't know how but they have so much energy." You say taking a deep breath.

"Is it dark over there yet?"

"No they have maybe an hour or so." You says standing up and going to the back door. You could barely see them through the window of their playset.

"So you have time to talk!" Tom says you can't see it but he's grinning.

"Isn't it late for you? You should get to bed."

"No I wanted to talk to you about something actually." He says, "so you know how I told you I'm going to take a break from taking roles for a little while? Well I was thinking maybe I could get an apartment close to you. I've been thinking about applying for duel citizen ship anyway with how much I'm in America anyway."

"Really? You want to move out here?" You whispers looking outside to make sure the twins weren't listening.

"Yeah. It probably won't be till after Christmas though. But I do still want to come down for the boy's birthday."

"It would be nice having you close. And my dad will be back and able to babysit by then." You mention absentmindedly. "I'd like it but it's up to you."

"Okay."

"Uh I should go I need to get the boys asleep but I can call you back after?" You say.

"Yeah sure. Bye darling."

"Bye."

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thatcheesyler · 1 year

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Hiya! I'm curious, which characters do you like/are good at writing for? Are there any characters you don't write for? I wanna know so I can be mindful when requesting 🧡

Hmmm, I'll give you a list of characters that I write for in my fandoms.

Saiki k:

-Saiki

-Teruhashi

-Kaido

-Yumehara

-Kurumi (Saiki's mum)

-Possibly Aren

Demon Slayer:

-Tanjiro

-Nezuko

-Zenitsu

-Probably Inosuke

-All hashira except for Sanemi, Gyomei & Muichiro

FNaF:

-William Afton

-Mrs Afton

-Michael Afton

-Elizabeth Afton

-Chris/Evan/CC Afton

-Maybe the souls of the missing children

Spy x Family:

-Loid

-Yor

-Anya

-Damien

-Franky

-Sylvia/Handler

Cuphead (show):

-Cuphead

-Mugman

-Ms. Chalice

-King Dice

-The Devil

-Might do Henchman

-King Dice's playing cards (kinda random ik)

-Baroness von Bon Bon

-Maybe Ludwig

And that's pretty much it, I will also write for ler!reader and I might be getting back into cuphead, that's all, have a lovely day/night <3

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teebarnes · 3 years

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First of all, I love your writing! ❤️ I wanted to request cevansx reader, reader is a single mom(the reason is up to you) and her child is best friend with chris' nieces and he likes to play with him and they fall in lovr or something like that? I hope was clear! Thanksss

Hello lovely anon!

Thank you so so much, I really appreciate that! I'm very very sorry for the long wait. Thank you so much for requesting. I hope you enjoy this 🥰🥰

Title: He's My Hope

Pairing: Chris Evans x Single!mum reader (Singlemom!reader)

Summary: You never thought attending your daughter’s best friend’s birthday party that you would meet Chris, who would grow to be one of the most important people in you and your daughter’s life.

Word Count: 2.5k

Warning(s): fluff, single mum, pregnancy**, adoption. SEMI EDITED (I will be editing this as I go)

A/N: Requests are currently closed until further notice, apologies to those who have requested. I was on an absolutely needed break, but I am slowly working my way back into posting.

Reminder: Please do not copy, translate or repost my work. I solely write for this account and for the people who send these requests in. 🥰

Today was your daughter's best friend's birthday, which you had inevitably been invited to as well. Your daughter had been friends with Stella for quite a while, however, this would be the first time you were meeting the rest of the Evans family. Being a single mum was more complicated than you thought after getting pregnant with your daughter, Tilda. Your long time boyfriend dumped you and claimed he wanted nothing to do with your daughter, suppose he was a coward. Five years later, both you and Tilda were doing better than ever, you could admit that the first few years of your daughter's life were hard, but you indeed had the support of your good friend Carly and Scott as well as your parents.

It was no surprise that Stella was the niece of the famous Chris Evans, but your daughter's friendship well and truly blossomed before you knew. You had met Stella's mum Carly Evans at one of Tilda's newborn appointments. The pair of you immediate clicked, she gave you her number and you gave her yours. She then introduced you to Shanna and Scott not long after you two had met, and they both adored you and your daughter. You hadn't met Chris yet but you knew he was apart of the family, Carly always told you about his travels and that he was always away filming a new movie or series.

"Tils, are you ready?" You yelled from the kitchen as you finished packing your famous mini-cupcakes into the Tupperware container. You sighed, awaiting your daughter's answer only to hear her little feet patter on the floorboards above you. You could tell she was mucking around, something you were accustomed to knowing, seeing as you were her mum.

"Tilda, I asked if you were ready, my love?" You closed the container before making a beeline for the stairs; you turned the corner seeing your daughter trying to pack her best friend's presents into the gift bag she wanted to decorate herself. You chuckled at the concentrating face your daughter makes, sticking her tongue out giving a slight squint as she makes sure that the pom poms on the bag are in the correct position. "Tilda, did you hear me?" You spoke softly.

She looked up at you smiling. "Mum! do you like it?" She excitedly smiled. You nodded, "It is beautiful, Stella is going to love it!" you kneeled down, helping her put all the little presents into the gift bag. "Are you ready, my sweets?" You kissed the top of her head before standing again. Tilda nodded at you all the while putting her shoes on. "Ready now", she smiled, hopping up.

"Alrighty, do you want me to carry Stella's gift or you?" You asked your daughter. She shook her head, taking hold of the gift. "I'll hold it, Mumma" "okay then", with a smile upon your face, you extended your hand for your daughter to hold. She took your hand into her, following you out down the stairs. "Alright, stay here. I'm just going to grab the cupcakes," you quickly told her. Making your way into the kitchen, grabbing the container of mini-cupcakes. You walked back out, opening the door for your daughter as she followed out.

You closed the door turning your heels, walking with your daughter to the car; opening one door for her to hop in and the other so you could rest the cupcakes on the seat. You chuckled as she struggled to get into her car seat, it reminded you of the times before your daughter could walk. "Here you go, my love", you softly spoke, lifting her up on her chair. "Thank you, Mumma", she smiled, leaving a small kiss on the top of your nose. You returned the favour before buckling her.

On the way to the party, both you and Tilda jammed to both of your favourite albums. She was most definitely a mini-you. Five years without a father was hard, you couldn't give her the balance that a kid needed, and you always wished that Tilda had a father figure to do so. But in the end, she loved you so much, and she made sure to tell you every day how grateful she was to have you in her life. So you knew that you had to have done something right. After your boyfriend had left you when he found out you were pregnant with Tilda, you swore to devote your time to your daughter, and inevitably he was your last relationship. You had people occasionally hit on you, but non you trusted enough to pursue a relationship with. One that was best for both you and your daughter, which was all you could ever think about.

"Hey Tils, we are here", you smiled, looking back to gently shake the leg of your sleeping daughter. Her eyes fluttered open, looking around before giving a big yawn. Hopping out of the car, you make your way to help Tilda out of the car when you see Stella running towards you. "Aunt y/n! Aunt y/n! You're here", she giggled, running into your open arms. "Hey baby, how are you?" You smiled, giving her a big big hug. "I'm good! I'm good! Mom said she wants to see you," you nodded, standing opening the door. "I'll go see her in a minute" Stella nodded, helping her best friend out of the car "Hi Tilly", she grinned. Tilda smiled widely, bringing Stella into a big hug. "Happy Birthday, Stells!" She smiled handing her, her present. You chuckled, recording the small moment right before Stella squealed, "TILDA, I LOVE THE BAG!" Stella excitedly ran in her spot before engulfing Tilda in a hug.

Inside…

Carly makes up some bowls of snack foods, watching as Chris plays with Miles out in the yard. "Do you think this is going to work?" Carly looks up at Scott, who is giving a huge smile "definitely, he'd be the perfect fit for her. Vice versa" Scott took a bite out of the carrot in his hand. "Mom! Look, look" Stella comes running into the house with Tilda by her side. "Hello Aunt C!", Carly smiles giving Tilda a big hug. "Hey, where's mom?" "Right here", you smiled, coming into the door. Stella and Tilda giggle before running outside.

Scott engulfs you into a big hug, "I know I saw you a few days ago, but I missed you," he chuckled. You shake your head laughing before giving Carly a hug. "Need help?" You look at her. Carly shook her head "no, no, just take a seat". You smiled, taking a seat next to Scott.

Outside, Chris takes a sip of his beer, watching as the two girls run out from the kitchen door. A new face, he thought. His head peers into the kitchen mesmerised by the woman who had also just walked in -- you. He was in a trance. He saw the way you laughed and smiled; he explored your facial features from afar. Chris turned to his brother-in-law, nudging his shoulder. "Hey, who is that" he gestured over to you in the kitchen. Carly's husband follows Chris' gaze "oh! That's y/n" he smiled at Chris, "You know the one Carly's is good friends with? mother of Tilda", he points to Tilda next to Stella. "That's y/n, oh... she's married?" Chris asks which Carly's husband shook his head "Single mother, since the day Tilda was born" "Funny story actually, Tilda was born a few days later to Stella. Carly had actually bumped into y/n when we were going for Stella's first check up; the both of them hit it off and have been friends for all of the girl's life". Carly's husband smiled.

Your beautiful brown haired girl came running towards Carly's husband, "Uncle! Hi uncle", she chuckled, running into his open arms. "Hey, Tils", he smiled. Chris had a big smile on his face; she was beautiful and definitely another version of you. He didn't even know you yet, but he was so entranced by the thought of you; it was insane. "Hey Tilda, this is my brother" he gestures to Chris, who is standing; Tilda's gaze follows before she waves. "This is Chris" sher stood there for a moment before a little light bulb went off in her head as she realised who she was "oh! Hello, you're Captain America!" She chuckles, holding her hand out for him to shake, which Chris gladly kneels down to accept. "My Mumma lets me watch the films all the time" her smile brightens. Chris laughs lightly, "I'm glad to hear" "'Cmon, I'm sure my Mom will love to meet you", she jumps, taking one of Chris' fingers to hold, dragging him into the house. Stella chuckled, following in pursuit.

You, Scott and Carly, were having a good time making the food, talking about next months school events when your daughter came running in with Chris attached to her hips, "MUM! LOOK, IT'S CAPTAIN AMERICA," she beams, pointing up at him. You turn around, smiling down at your little girl before looking back at Chris, "hello there, Captain America" You chuckle, extending your hand to meet his "I'm y/n, Tilda's mom" you smiled. Chris nodded and shook his head "Chris, Captain America", he winked. You blushed a bit before letting his hand go. Scott and Carly are looking at each other, giving that knowing smile.

"I can't believe we haven't met before" "Well, now we have", you smiled. Scott moved, and Chris took the seat next to you, and you both began talking.

It was after that moment that you realised Chris was going to mean something different in your life, a spark that you hadn't had in years or since your boyfriend had left you.

"Wow, he is such an asshole", Chris spoke. You shrugged. "He definitely is, but without him, I wouldn't have my baby" you smiled over to your daughter. "She looks just like you, you know", he smiled, taking another sip of his beer; you couldn't help but chuckled. "I know, everyone says that".

Chris was admiring you from where he was sitting, "If you don't mind me being a bit straightforward, I'd love to take you out sometime?" he asked politely; your heart skipped a beat as you nodded "uh… yeah sure", you scratched the back of your head "B-but just to warn you I haven't dated in a while" you nervously laughed. He set a soft hand on your thigh "don't worry, neither have I, we are in this together" you smiled. Around the corner, Scott and Carly did a little victory dance while Stella and Tilda joined on.

After your first date, you knew that he was your forever person. He took you on more dates when he was back home. You two became so close; Chris would come over just to take your daughter out on mini-dates too. It was all set in reality for you when your daughter had gone behind your back to ask Chris to the dad and daughter's dance at school, which Chris had so excitedly accepted. You allowed him in, and for that, he became your best person. Gave both you and your daughter a life you couldn't have imagined, to be a family. He loved your daughter so much, and she had grown to love him equally. A few years pass and Chris had asked you to marry him. You said yes and got married a few months later; Tilda had decided to ask Chris to adopt her, the three of your shed a few tears, it was one of the best memories to date.

With a few signatures and a judge, Chris was finally able to call Tilda his daughter; of course, he didn't need papers to prove that she already was, but this was the reassurance he needed, the family he wanted with the one he loved most. You. She became Tilda Evans, and now you had another bundle of joy on the way. Life moved so quickly for you, but you couldn't help falling in love with it; the three of you were so happy, and no matter what came your way, Chris always proved that he wasn't going to leave; he was here to stay.

"Tilly, are you coming or not?" Chris yelled from the bottom of the stairs; it had been quite a few years since you met Chris, dated him and now are married to him with a kiddo on the way. He had become the man you both wanted and needed for Tilda and you. "Yeah, Dada, I'm coming" "Alright then, well, we're leaving the house in five minutes", he yelled back before walking back into the living room.

There you were, lying on the couch, watching tv and caressing your belly softly. "She's coming down", Chris smiled, leaning down to kiss your lips. You smiled, scooting yourself over a bit so he could sit next to you. He took a seat next to your legs, resting his hand over your bump. "What is she doing?" You look over to Chris, who was already looking at you lovingly, "I think she was packing her bag", he smiled. Taking one of your hands to rest on top of his hand, your wedding rings shining in the sunlight that beamed through the window of your home. It sent you a reminder of the beautiful life you have, and you couldn't be more thankful for it.

Tilda comes running into the living room where the both of you were smiling, "I'm ready" she jumps around in a circle making both you and Chris chuckle. "Alright, kiddo, let's go". Because Chris was away so often filming, he'd take his family away on a road trip when he had the time. Just so he could be away from work and enjoy the time with you and Tilda.

You wanted nothing more; you had everything, and I supposed you had Tilda to thank for that. You were deeply in love with Chris, as was he. He was the person you had been waiting for, waiting to love.

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hobis-hope94 · 2 years

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~You Don’t Like Dogs, huh~:

Summery: Ransom doesn’t like animals. But he soon caves and let’s Y/N and his adorable little boy, George, get the dog of his dream for his fourth birthday.

Paring: husband!dad!Ransom x wife!mum!Reader.

Characters: George Drysdale (your son).

Warnings: mentions of food, baking, dogs (?) and loads of fluffy fluff.

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Ransom didn’t really like dogs. In fact, he didn’t really like animals in all. He thought they were “pointless”. He was never ever cruel to animals, he understood why people liked them and why you adored them, but other than that, he just couldn’t see the point in them.

When you and Ransom got married, you two never thought you’d be parents. You both have high demanding jobs, so very little time was spent at home.

But when you gave birth to your son, George three years ago, you both stepped back from your jobs to raise George to the fullest.

You and Ransom went from having high demanding jobs to working part time, making sure at least one parent was with George (if not both on the weekends, birthdays and holidays) at all times.

Ransom changed when George was born. He grew more comfortable with emotions, and he absolutely adores his son. George is basically a mini Ransom, always following his dad everywhere he goes. Safe to say he gets a little upset when Ransom has to work - you lowkey are upset, but you know George loves you, you give the best hugs, always know how to make him feel better and you bake the best cookies E-V-E-R.

“So, Georgie, what do you want for your birthday this year? You better start making a list,” you said gently.

You were sat around the table, George was “helping” (making more of a mess) you make cookies.

“Hmmm. I really would like a doggy please momma,” George said as you gently helped him tip the chocolate chips into the bowl of cookie dough.

“A dog? I’m not too sure daddy will be happy about that,” you said slowly, mixing the chocolate chips into the dough.

“Pwease ask daddy for me momma. I don’t want anything else. Just a doggy,” George pleaded, his bright blue eyes shining up at you.

“I’ll see what I can do. No promises though, baby,” you said gently, George smiled.

After the cookies were baked and half of them eaten, you got George ready for bed.

“Is daddy working late tonight?” George asked sleepily as you tucked him in.

“Yes baby. He’ll be at home with you tomorrow while momma works,” you said, gently giving George his favourite The Great Gonzo soft toy he can’t sleep without.

“I’ve already thought of a name for the doggy if daddy says yes,” George said sleepily.

“Oh yeah? What is it?” You asked gently.

“Gonzo,” George said, looking at you as if you even dared asked a question like that.

George was completely obsessed with The Muppets. His room was coated in all things Muppet related. You smiled.

“That’s a perfect name,” you said, kissing him softly. “Good night my darling. I love you.” You said gently, pushing his golden hair out of his face.

“I luv you mama,” George said sighing contently.

You smiled as you gently shut the door.

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You were sitting with Ransom while he ate his dinner when he came home from a long day at work that evening.

“George has his list sorted,” you said quietly, sipping on your drink.

“Hmm?” Ransom said, looking up at you.

“He really wants a dog,” you said.

Ransom looked at you.

“A dog? Really?” Ransom asked slowly.

“Ran, he doesn’t want anything else. He doesn’t even want a birthday party. You know he’s been desperate for a dog since he first laid eyes on the ones at Harlan’s house….we know he’s good with dogs,” you said gently as Ransom finished his meal.

“I dunno, Y/N. A dog requires a lot of care,” Ransom said slowly standing up to load his plate in the dishwasher.

As he walked past you, he gave the top of your head a gentle kiss, you smiled as he gave you another one when he sat back down.

“Please? He’s such a good boy. He hardly wants anything anyway….” You said. “He drew a picture today of the dog he wants and he’s already got a name.” You said, handing Ransom George’s drawing.

Ransom always melts at his son’s drawings. He has dozens of them in his office, and your fridge is filled with them.

“What’s the name?” Ransom asked gently, smiling at the drawing of George next to a big brown dog.

“Gonzo…what else?” You laughed softly, so did Ransom.

“Alright. He can have a dog. But I’m not cleaning up after it,” Ransom said, gently finding a spot for the drawing on the fridge.

“Of course not,” you smiled as you stood behind Ransom and wrapped your arms around his waist. “You’re gonna be the favourite after this.” You added, kissing the back of his shoulders.

“I already am the favourite,” Ransom smirked, turning around in your arms.

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You and Ransom found the PERFECT dog for George. You had arranged to pick him up on George’s birthday. But first, you had to get all the bits and pieces for said dog.

When George’s birthday came, you and Ransom watched as he opened some small gifts - more Muppet things obviously - and then came the big ones.

“So baby. When you open these next things, we can go out for a little while to collect your main big present,” you said gently, handing George the box of dog toys and Gonzo’s dog bed and bowl.

George’s face lit up as he took each thing out of the box.

“Oh momma!! Daddy! Am I getting a doggy???” George asked excitedly.

“Yeah buddy. We’re picking him up today!” Ransom said, you smiled as George yelled happily.

He threw himself at you both hugging you tightly.

On the way to the kennel, George was very excited. And when you arrived, Gonzo, George’s new puppy, came running over to George. They instantly clicked. You and Ransom couldn’t help but smile.

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A few weeks went past and George was madly in love with Gonzo. And you could have sworn you see a glimmer of love in Ransom’s eyes for the dog. George and Gonzo have become fast best friends, Gonzo sleeps next to George every night. It’s adorable.

“Boys! I’m home! Boys?” You called, shutting the door.

You hunted for your boys. They weren’t anywhere to be found in the apartment.

You soon found them fast asleep on yours and Ransom’s bed. Ransom had both George and Gonzo on his chest, both of his arms tightly around the pair of them. You smiled and quietly took a picture on your phone.

You changed out of your work cloths and into your comfies, then gently scooted next to Ransom.

“Hey, babe. Sorry. They were sleepy,” Ransom said, looking at you sleepily.

“You don’t like dogs huh?” You smirked, kissing him.

“Gonzo’s kinda cute,” Ransom shrugged, gently pulling you into his side.

You draped your arm around all three of your boys.

“You big softie,” you smiled as you cuddled into Ransom as he kissed your temple. “Should we order pizza tonight?”

You asked quietly.

“Sounds perfect. But let’s let these two wake us up first,” Ransom said, hugging his family tighter.

You smiled, you four stayed in each other’s arms until your son and his puppy woke up ready for dinner.

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girl-of-many-fandoms · 2 years

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Words Hurt

Pairing: Chris Evans x Plus!Reader

Summary: People don't know how much their words affects others.

Warnings: body shaming

Before I get shit on for this, kindly note that I AM FUCKING PLUS SIZED & being body shamed by those close to you really fucking sucks. So, enjoy this miserable peace I conjured up. To all my plus sized lovelies out there, I'm sorry for all the shit you've been told in your lifetime about the size of your body <3

MASTERLIST

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“Babe have you oh- nevermind, I found it!” Chris called out from all the way in the kitchen to his lovely lady; he had been rummaging the pantry for the past five minutes looking for the pack of double stuffed oreos and some other sugary candies for them both to indulge in during their movie.

Y/N however, spent all that time scrolling through the hurtful comments under her instagram post. Scott had taken the video of the two love birds at the beach of their family island getaway when they weren’t looking. Chris was giving her a piggyback ride as they walked along the shoreline, what was once a beautiful reminder of their time together is now tainted by the movie stars’ ‘fans’.

Before she started dating Chris, Y/N never viewed herself to be morbidly obese. Yeah she best knows she has a few side rolls, a tummy that never seemed to go away no matter how hard she tried to get rid of it and thick thighs that Chris loves to have his face buried between during their love making sessions but now, now she sees herself as the ‘fat cow’ that one of the commenters so boldly called her.

She always tried her best to steer clear of going through the comments but for some reason she was drawn to go through this one. That day she felt like a million bucks in her two piece swimsuit that she finally mustered up the courage to wear in public and Chris was her hype man, he was extremely proud of his girl for showing off her body, the body that he knows like the backs of his hands. Y/N is everything to him, he knows that she struggles with body dysmorphia and doesn’t see herself the way that he does but he wishes that she could.

“These are for you.” She was so lost in the sea of comments that she hadn’t noticed Chris’ presence next to her on the bed until he held the box of oreos over her phone screen. Faking a smile, Y/N hesitantly took the box and set it on her lap and locked her device.

“Everything okay?” She toyed with the edges of the box waiting for him to hit play on the movie they’re about to watch but Chris didn’t move to do so, he only stared at his girl confused at her sudden change in mood and behaviour.

“Mhmm, just peachy. Thanks for the oreos by the way but I’m not so hungry right now.” Y/N pushed the box of diabetes away from her and pulled the blanket up under her chin. From being all talkative and sassy before he left to get snacks, Y/N was now mum and closed off which confused him even more.

“You haven’t eaten anything for the day and don’t say you ate the grilled cheese I made for you because you barely picked at it.” He knows that something’s definitely not right but he couldn’t put his finger on it.

“I’m fine, just not hungry. I shouldn’t be eating much sugar anyways, I wouldn't want to get bigger than I already am.” and that’s when it all fell into place.

“You’ve been reading comments.” Y/N couldn’t bring herself to respond, if she opened her mouth to speak, her voice would break and then the tears would flow from her eyes. She hates crying in front of him, she always said crying makes you weak and she’d hate to have her boyfriend see her at her weakest.

“People can be harsh sweetheart, you just have to keep ignoring them.” She scoffed, rolling her head to the side so she could look at him while they talked about this.

“Easy for you to say Evans, you have a toned stomach and have never known what it’s like to have sausage rolls or struggle to find the pair of perfect fucking jeans that can fit your waist and well shaped ass without a big ass gap in the waistband.” She sat up against the headboard even more riled up by the anger and sadness that mixed within her. She was angry at the ones that left those hurtful words and her body for not being a size ten or remotely resembling a Victoria Secret Angel.

“Nobody had to tell you that you need to lose weight or go on a diet because you look like you ate one of your siblings or you’re not ugly, you’re just fat and I don’t want to be seen with no fat bitch.” The last haunted her for years, her ex-boyfriend’s words had cut deeper than any knife could.

“Sweetheart.” Chris reached over to gently wipe away her tears that stained her face. In the year that they’ve been together he never once heard her lash out like that, he knows that she isn’t lashing out at him directly but she’s voicing everything that assholes she’s come across in life has said to her at some point.

“It’s so easy for everyone to say go lose weight but it’s hard, it’s not easy, especially for me. I try and try but nothing seems to work and it’s fucking frustrating. I didn’t ask to be like this and if I could snap my fucking fingers and have a completely different body, I would do it.”

“You don’t have to change for anyone, I love you the way that you are and that’s all that matters, not some asshole behind a fucking screen. You’re beautiful with your belly rolls and dark inner thighs, every single part of you is beautiful in my eyes Y/N.” Chris leaned over and pecked her lips three times and she calmed down, leaning into the warmth radiating off of him.

“If they have a problem with the way that your body looks, fuck ‘em. I get to love you all by myself.”

“Thank you Chris.” the couple snuggled closer together and he finally pressed play on the movie.

“You don’t have to thank me sweetheart just promise me that you won’t let their nasty comments get to you again, I hate seeing you like this.”

“No promises but I’ll try.”

“Not a definite answer but I’ll take it. Now,” With a big smile on his face, Chris retrieved the box she pushed away earlier and opened it.

“Open.” Y/N opened wide and he gladly fed her the sugary cookie that she loves so much.

“These are so fucking good, I love you.”

“I love you too sweetheart.”

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How Young? Chris Evans reveals he got married at just 19 years old

Chris Evans (40) has always been an actor that was openly devoted to his family and ever since he appeared on our screens there have been no dating scandals or other public controversies.

And that’s probably because he’s been married for as long as the world has known him and is constantly adding to his brood of adorable children.

Last night, Chris appeared on Jimmy Kimmel Live, promoting the launch of one of his newest projects, 'Lightyear', a story of Buzz Lightyear and his adventures to infinity and beyond.

Chris appeared looking sexy as ever in a blue suit, highlighting his muscles.

When Jimmy brought up who was most looking forward to seeing the animated movie, Chris immediately answered that his kids had been begging to see it ever since they found out that their dad was going to Buzz Lightyear.

It was then that Jimmy brought out a cute photo of Chris, his wife Y/N (39) and their 5 kids:

Brandon (18)

Lowel (14)

Rayne (11)

Teddy (7)

Laurelai (2)

The picture captured the 7 Evans's at a family event in their garden, a year after the birth of little Laurelai. And all members of the family looked their best, especially Y/N in a cute navy dress with a white floral pattern and low neckline.

Jimmy went on to ask Chris how long he and his wife had actually been married, as Chris became an actor fairly young and there was never a point where Y/N didn't seem to have been there.

Chris revealed that 'we got married right after her high school graduation, a year after I had graduated myself, so I was 19 and she was 18.

'We met in Y/N’s freshman year - my sophomore year - when she joined the cheerleading squad and I was part of the football team. Such a cliché, i know.

‘Once I finally asked her out, we dated all throughout high school.We were that couple that was obnoxiously in love, always holding hands and making out in the hallway.

‘And then after she finished school, we figured why wait? So we got married in a little ceremony in my mom’s back yard.’

When asked if it was tough being married at such a young age and then having his first kid only a few years later, Chris replied that it was difficult with Y/N getting her degree and him starting his acting career, but they made it work by just keeping talking to each other.

And now the high school sweethearts are as close as ever, living with their 3 sons, 2 daughters and 2 dogs - Dodger and Pixie, in Boston in the house that Y/N designed herself after she became an architect.

We here at celebtattletale wish the family the best and I'm sure that we can all only hope for a love like theirs.

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megalony · 2 months

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Worth The Wait- Part 2

As I got so much lovely feedback and a few requests, here is a follow up for my Eddie x Reader x Evan imagine. I hope you will all like it, feedback is always appreciated.

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Eddie Diaz Masterlist

Evan Buckley Masterlist

Part 1

Summary: Now the trio finally got through labour and have their baby, they navigate life as a family of five.

Enjoy.

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"Hey, look who's here."

(Y/n) sat up straighter and nudged her foot against Evan's thigh to gain his attention. She nodded towards the door and Evan pushed up so he was sitting up on the bed rather than slouched down with his knees near her chest and his head on a pillow by her feet.

He turned around to face the door and grinned when he watched Eddie pass by the window and move to open the hospital room door.

They both knew who he had with him. He had gone over to Carla's to get Chris and bring him down to see his family. When he rang Carla this morning to see how Chris had been over the last two days, he had apparently been fine until night time. Too excited to sleep for long because he knew he was going to be able to see his baby sibling soon.

And he hadn't stopped chatting Eddie's ear off the whole car ride down to the hospital. Especially when Eddie wouldn't tell him whether the baby was a boy or a girl. Eddie told him it was a surprise and he could find out once he got to the hospital.

"There he is!" Evan hopped up from the bed and stretched his arms out above him, clicking his arms and his spine back into place before he reached out for Chris.

"Pops!"

That one word made Evan freeze and when Chris barrelled into him, he almost fell back. He looped his arms around Chris and lifted him up into his chest but when he looked over Chris's shoulder at Eddie, he could see a surprised expression mirrored back at him.

Chris had never called him that before.

When Evan dropped Chris off at school a few months back, one of his friends asked who Evan was. It had made Evan extremely happy and proud to hear Chris say he had three parents and Evan was one of them. But he hadn't called Evan dad or anything similar to that before.

And that had been okay. Evan knew it was confusing for Chris to lose his mum and only have Eddie to rely on, and then go from Eddie to having three parents all at once. And Eddie was his dad, Evan would never want to take that away from him or try and push in.

But to hear Chris call him that and refer to him as his dad made Evan's heart explode in his chest and he could feel tears falling down his face already.

"Missed you," Evan whispered in Chris's ear as he perched him on his hip and kissed his temple.

He squeezed Chris into a tight hug and when he looked across at Eddie, he saw Eddie grinning with tears in his eyes. He perched back down on the side of the bed with Chris on clinging to his front like a monkey.

"Missed you too pops, and mum. Missed mum!"

(Y/n) tightened her arms around the newborn resting in the crook of her elbow. She felt like her heart had lurched up into her throat and stopped her from being able to breathe.

Chris had never called her that before either.

(Y/n) and Evan had been in his life for the last four years, they had helped raise him and loved him as if he were their own. But just like Evan didn't want to push in on Eddie's space as his dad, (Y/n) didn't want to do that to Shannon's memory. Chris had mixed feelings about his mum leaving him and Eddie, but she was still his mum.

And (Y/n) didn't think Chris would ever come round to the idea of calling her mum. She thought that would be too uncomfortable for him and she was settled on the idea of him just calling her (Y/n) and telling his friends she was one of his three parents.

Being called mum by the boy she thought of as her own son was like stretching her hand out and being able to touch the stars.

(Y/n) didn't realise she had been holding her breath until she felt Eddie's hand on her back and he started to rub slow circles up and down her back to coax her to breathe again.

"Is it a boy?" Chris leaned his head against Evan's temple and looked down at the bundle in (Y/n)'s arms. He couldn't see properly and the onesie was one of the Disney ones Chris had helped Eddie pick out. It was gender neutral and so was the beige cap on the newborn's head that matched.

"No, you've got a sister, baby."

Evan tilted his head back with a groan when Chris flopped to sit down on his lap and clapped. He leaned closer with Evan's arms still around his middle and carefully tugged on (Y/n)'s arm to get her to tilt his sister towards him so he could see her better.

"She's pretty," He brushed his finger across her cheek before he looked up at (Y/n). "Mum was right."

(Y/n) had guessed they would have a daughter. Eddie, Evan and Chris had all put their bets on for a boy because they wanted to keep (Y/n) outnumbered as the only girl in the house. But now they had another girl to spoil and their daughter would have everyone wrapped around her little finger.

"She takes after your mum. Do you want to hold her?" When Chris nodded, Eddie stood up and leaned across the bed.

He picked Chris up and lifted him over the bed and down into the chair Eddie had just been perched in. He waited for Chris to shuffle back in the chair and sit straight with a wide grin before he turned to face (Y/n). Leaning over, Eddie kissed (Y/n)'s temple as she slowly eased their daughter into his arms.

"Okay, here you go, big brother." Eddie crouched down in front of Chris and slowly placed his little girl into Chris's waiting arms. He curved Chris's left arm a little tighter around the newborn's head to support her a bit better and made sure she was settled on his lap.

He stood up and moved to sit back on the bed and a grin overtook Eddie's face when (Y/n) leaned forward and perched her chin on his shoulder. She wrapped her hands around his arm and snuggled into his side while Evan found his phone to take a photo.

"What's her name?"

"We were thinking about calling her Belle. What do you think?"

"Tinkerbell… because she's small."

Evan curled his hand around Eddie's shoulder and leaned to kiss his cheek as he smiled across at their two kids. Tinkerbell sounded like a lovely nickname for their little girl and it was Chris's suggestion which made it even more special. "I think that's perfect."

Chris started to sway from left to right and he moved his right hand to rest on Belle's stomach with his thumb brushing up and down her chest. But his lips curved into a wide, open grin when her nimble fingers curled around his index finger and gripped tightly.

He looked up and shook his hand lightly to get his parents to notice what Belle had done.

"She knows who you are." (Y/n) whispered quietly and moved to loop both her arms around Eddie's neck so she could kiss his cheek.

Moving up from the bed, Evan scanned around the room and found the bottle the nurse had brought them just before Eddie got back. It was about time for Belle to have her feed. He turned around and bent down in front of Chris, brushing his thumb across Chris's hand for a few seconds.

"Can I steal her to feed her, buddy?"

"No."

"No?" Evan leaned back with a grin and looked over his shoulder. It looked like their daughter had been confiscated from them.

"No. You show me how to do it, pops?" Chris slowly tugged his hand free from Belle's grip and reached out to take the bottle from Evan, not really giving him a choice in the matter. He had Belle now and while she was happy, he wasn't going to let her go. They could show him how to feed her so he knew what to do when they took her back home.

He smiled when Evan leaned forward to kiss his temple and ruffle his curls before he perched down on the arm of the chair and wrapped an arm around Chris's shoulders.

"Sure, buddy. I'll show you how to do it."

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Leaning to the left, (Y/n) wrapped her arm around Chris's shoulders and kissed the top of his head. She stayed close behind him and kept her hand on his shoulder as they walked into the station and looked around.

Their eyes instantly found Evan, walking away from the ambulance with a clipboard in his hand and a pen tucked behind his ear. He was about to walk back towards inventory until Chris shouted out to him and caught his attention.

"Pops!"

He swayed back and forth, shifting his weight from his heels to his toes as he watched Evan spin round and grin as soon as he locked eyes with them. Chris tightened his hands around the pram and leaned his chest forward onto the handlebar, grinning as Evan made his way over to them.

Evan set the clipboard down on the side table before he jogged over to his family stood near the back of the truck.

His arms opened wide and he leaned down, scooping Chris up as soon as he pulled away from the pram he had been pushing. Evan could instantly tell from (Y/n)'s expression that Chris had been pushing the pram almost all day. He loved to push Belle around, especially because he could lean on the pram rather than use his crutches when he went out.

"There's my boy. You okay?" Leaning back, Evan settled Chris on his chest and smiled brightly when Chris looped his arms around his neck and nodded.

Keeping Chris held up in his right arm, Evan reached his left arm out and reeled (Y/n) into his chest. He felt her hand rub up and down his chest and she kissed his cheek before she moved around. Her arms bound around his torso and her face tucked into the crook of his neck so Evan could feel each deep breath she took.

"Where's dad?"

"He's upstairs getting a drink, go find him and he'll get you a drink bud."

Evan leaned down and carefully set Chris down to his feet and watched him hurry over towards the stairs. When he turned back around, Evan gently cupped the side of (Y/n)'s face and tilted her head up so he could lean down and capture her lips. He brushed his thumb across her jaw when he felt her smile against him and he felt her fingers start to rub up and down his back.

"You alright?" He murmured softly against her lips and felt her nod before both their heads turned to the right to look at the pram.

Belle was awake. The five-month old was starting to squeal and kick her legs out to move the pram and gain some attention.

When Evan unravelled from around her, (Y/n) rested her hand on his upper back and smiled as he leaned down into the pram and scooped Belle up. He held her up and gently swayed her from left to right until she started to smile and kick her legs out at him.

"Hi baby. Have you missed me?"

He always asked her that question when he came back from work and (Y/n) was sure he thought Belle was answering him when she smiled. She couldn't wait until Belle started to talk, she would butter Evan up and have him wrapped around her finger.

Evan gently lowered her back down and settled her in the middle of his chest and he began smoothing his hand up and down her back as she dribbled onto his shirt.

"So how'd it go, you both okay?" Evan tilted his head down to smother his lips against the top of Belle's head, but he kept his eyes focused on (Y/n).

She had been down to the doctors today. It was a regular check up for Belle to make sure she was alright and continuing to develop and grow properly. And (Y/n) had a check up too while she was there. Every other month (Y/n) was having blood tests because she was low on vitamins and iron.

Evan knew the last time she had her bloods done Eddie had taken her because she had a tendancy to feel faint afterwards.

He felt (Y/n) press her lips against his bare shoulder and he smiled as her arms curved back around his chest. She glued herself up into his side and stared up at him with those eyes that made Evan feel weak at the knees.

"Yeah… can we talk, with Eddie?"

Evan narrowed his eyes and lifted his head away from Belle's temple. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, I just need to talk to you both about something, that's all." (Y/n) tried to smile but she could feel her stomach turning into knots and the adrenaline sparking through her chest made it hard to breathe.

She needed to talk to the boys; now.

Her hands stayed curled around Evan's arm and she leaned on his shoulder as he guided her up the stairs where the rest of the team were.

Chimney and Hen were on the far side of the annex, too far away to be heard as they played a game of pool. Bobby was sat at the table with a coffee and Eddie was in the kitchen with Chris getting him a milkshake.

"Babe, look who's here."

Eddie pressed his hand against Chris's back and guided him over to the table and his smile widened when he looked over at Evan and their daughter in his arms. The sight would never get old. Seeing either Evan or (Y/n) with Belle in their arms just made Eddie smile and feel like he was burning with adrenaline he didn't know what to do with.

He reached out and took Belle as soon as Evan was in front of him and he pressed a sloppy kiss to her cheek when she grinned. Her small palm batted out and patted across his face like she was searching for something or trying to gain his attention.

When her hand bashed across his lips, Eddie kissed her palm and grinned when she made a squealing noise in retaliation.

"How'd it go today?" Eddie glanced across at (Y/n), noting the way she was leaning into Evan but her smile made him relax. Clearly nothing was wrong or amiss if (Y/n) was smiling at them like that.

"She passed with flying colours." It wasn't exactly a test, but the doctor always checked Belle's hearing and her vision and if she seemed to engage when someone was speaking. And she was growing and putting on weight, no problems with her at all.

"That's my girl." Eddie kissed Belle's cheek and nuzzled his nose against her neck as she continued to gurgle and kick her legs out happily.

"Cap, can you watch them for a minute if we go and have a chat?"

Eddie's eyes narrowed and he looked over at Evan, confusion pooling in his eyes. What did he want to talk about? Why were they going to talk in private instead of in front of Bobby and the kids? It was usually something serious or concerning if they couldn't talk in front of Bobby, especially when Evan relayed every conversation they had back with Bobby who was like his father.

Bobby nodded and reached his arms out with a wide smile when Eddie carefully eased Belle over to him.

Eddie stuffed his hands into his back pockets and followed his two partners across the annex towards the sofas in front of the tv that was playing the news quietly in the background.

(Y/n) sat down in the armchair next to the sofa and leaned her arms on the armrest. She watched both boys sit down on the sofa on her left and she tried to keep the smile on her face so they weren't worried. She didn't want to worry them, but she couldn't help it when she felt her nerves going haywire in her stomach.

As she walked home with Chris and Belle from the doctors, (Y/n) kept telling herself to go home. She tried to persuade herself to walk home and just talk to the boys when they got off work tonight.

But the further they walked, the more anxious (Y/n) felt until all she could do was guide Chris in the other direction and say they were going to see the team for a while. It was worth a shot to see if the boys had five minutes to talk. This way, (Y/n) wouldn't be panicking all afternoon and overthinking this too much.

"Did everything really go okay?" Evan leaned his right elbow on Eddie's thigh and tilted his head to the side as he looked over at (Y/n). She was worrying them both.

"Belle's fine."

"What about you?" Eddie's expression was stern and something about his tone of voice made a shiver roll down (Y/n)'s spine.

She watched the way Eddie leaned forward with his hands clasped together between his parted knees. He looked unsettled. This was why he liked one of them to go along with (Y/n) to check ups like this in case something happened or went wrong or they got worrying news.

Eddie's expression hardened when (Y/n) slumped forward. She dropped her arms from the armrest onto her lap and flopped her head down into her hands. A groan tumbled past her lips as she tried to control her breathing and stop herself from panicking or blurting out everything the doctor had said.

"Baby what's wrong-"

"What's wrong is you two have done it again!"

A perplexed look passed between Evan and Eddie as they turned to glance at each other.

What had they done? Why was (Y/n)'s check up suddenly to do with them? Had they made her feel run down? Did she need more vitamins or iron tablets again? The doctor said last time that hopefully after another two months, her levels might even back out and she wouldn't need the tablets or blood tests anymore.

"Care to tell us what we've supposedly done?" Eddie straightened up and pressed his hands on his knees but he didn't like the way (Y/n) wouldn't look at either of them.

"I'm pregnant. Again."

Taking a deep breath, (Y/n) leaned back up and started to rake her hands up and down her thighs. She could feel her palms beginning to sweat and her nails scratched into her leggings as she dared to lift her eyes and look across at her boys. Trying to gage their reactions and work out what they were feeling.

She didn't know how they were going to react to this.

Her eyes followed the way Eddie clenched his jaw and ran his fingers up and down his chin and the side of his face. Something he did a lot when he was tense and trying to think. Whereas Evan's lips parted and his jaw dropped, but he couldn't quite find any words to say.

"How far along?" Eddie was the first one to speak. Evan still seemed to be in shock.

"Two months… I- I'm only just back of maternity leave and I'll have to take it again." (Y/n) dragged her nails through her hair and brushed it back behind her ears.

(Y/n) was only just starting to get back into the swing of being at work and working her schedule around the boys so someone could be at home with Chris and Belle. Now she was going to have to take another period of maternity leave in just a few months. She would be back at work for all of six months, if that, before she was off again.

She didn't know how the boys were going to react.

They were barely getting used to finding a routine with Belle and having a baby in the house. Now they were going to have to think about looking after a toddler and a baby. (Y/n) might have to take more maternity leave this time or go part time if they had another baby to look after. Not that it sounded like a bad thing, but it was daunting.

Eddie continued to run his hand along his jaw but when he turned his head to the left and looked over at Evan, he almost sighed. Evan looked like he was off in his own world. He looked as if he was drifting among the stars and like he was looking through (Y/n) rather than at her.

"What're you looking at me like that for?" Evan looked over at Eddie with a raised brow and he frowned when Eddie scoffed.

"Because you're already coming up with names, I can tell. You were planning another kid when Belle was less than a day old." Eddie rolled his eyes but his lips quirked up at one side when Evan grinned sheepishly.

He had only been joking at the hospital. And Evan hadn't planned any of this. But he couldn't sit here and pretend he wasn't happy. Kids were always going to be a big part of Evan's life and Chris and Belle meant the world to him. It wouldn't matter to Evan when they had another child, all that mattered was having kids with the two people he cherished more than anything.

And that time seemed to be now.

Both their eyes darted back to (Y/n) when she looked down at herself and a small smile fluttered across her lips. She reached her hand down and dragged her fingers across her stomach before she looked back up at the boys.

"I guess I should be glad I haven't got my shape back yet, huh?"

At least she hadn't bothered thinking about fitting back into her old clothes yet. (Y/n) hadn't bothered thinking about her old clothes in a while. She was comfortable with the way she looked and how her stomach had flattened down from what it was when she was pregnant. Her shape was changing every month and now it was going to start going in the opposite direction once again.

Her eyes focused on her stomach so much that she didn't realise Eddie had moved off the sofa.

He crouched down in front of her and slid his hands up from her knees, across her thighs and up until he was cupping her hips. His fingers dug into her hips and he gave a loving squeeze while he parted her thighs and wedged himself in between her legs.

"Didn't we tell you that you looked great pregnant?" Butterflies sparked to life in (Y/n)'s stomach at Eddie's words and when he reached his hand up to cup her chin, she almost melted.

He brushed his thumb across her lower lip before he leaned up and kissed her so deeply he confiscated all the air from her lungs.

Shivers coursed up and down (Y/n)'s spine when Eddie pulled her closer until he almost dragged her off the chair and she felt Evan sit down on the armrest. He curled his arm around her shoulders and leaned down to kiss the top of her head and (Y/n) could feel him grinning into her skin.

"You both realise there's gonna be a year between them, right? We'll have an eleven-year old, a toddler and a baby."

"And there's three of us to do this."

"So… so we're all happy?" (Y/n) rolled her lips together and looked between the boys for confirmation.

Deep down she knew they would be pleased and excited and stunned all at once. But part of (Y/n) had been afraid that they might not want to do this. That they might not want another baby so soon after having Belle. They would be lucky if there was a year separating their two youngest kids, depending on (Y/n)'s due date and when she went into labour.

They would be getting up during the night to tend to a toddler and a newborn and when the boys were on long shifts together, (Y/n) would be home with all three kids.

But both of them had already proved they could go to work, do their shifts and then come home to their family and be amazing with the kids. They came home and instantly went to check on Chris and Belle before they even thought about getting changed or going for a nap. Evan and Eddie were always going to put their family first, and their family was expanding. Again.

"Are you kidding? When can I start telling people?"

(Y/n) flopped her head down onto Evan's thigh and grinned against his leg while he raked his fingers through her hair. She could practically feel him shaking with excitement. He wanted to go and tell everyone. He wanted to tell the whole team. Right now. He wanted to ring Maddie and tell her he was going to have another baby.

He wanted to ring his parents and show off how happy he was with his family and how much (Y/n) and Eddie meant to him. They never believed this relationship was going to last. Proving they were happy and about to have another child showed that it was working and Evan was happier than he'd ever been.

Tilting her head, (Y/n) looked down at Eddie who perched his chin on her thigh and only smiled.

"I think you might wanna tell Chris first." (Y/n) spoke quietly into Evan's thigh and patted his knee, but Evan's response only made her grin wider and made tears well up in her eyes.

"Can we tell him now?"

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