Chris Evans Imagines

Marry Me - Part 2

Y/N smiled as she saw her fiancé holding a beautiful baby in his arms. Chris was doing a photoshoot and invited Y/N to see everything that happens behind the scenes of his first photoshoot with Toys R'Us.

Chris was making weird faces as the baby laughed uncontrollably with his thumb in his mouth. The baby's sweet laughter was infectious. Chris couldn't help but laugh with the baby.

Y/N placed her hand on her chest, above her beating heart. The sight in front of her warmed her heart. Yes, the two have always talked about having a family someday, and yes, Y/N has seen Chris be a fantastic uncle to his nephews and niece. But, when she started dating Chris, his nephews and niece weren't babies. They were kids. This was the first time she had seen him with a baby and she couldn't help but wonder what her future looked like with their kids.

Chris looked up and locked eyes with Y/N. His smile grew wider knowing she was watching him this whole time. He was thinking the same thing she was. A family of their own.

He bounced the baby in his arms as he waved at Y/N. Tears welled up in her eyes and he noticed immediately. Panic washed over him. He handed over the baby back to it's mom and walked towards Y/N. He grabbed her hand and pulled her to a corner. She leaned her back against the wall. He rested his hands on the wall besides her head, trapping her with his arms.

"What's wrong, baby?" He whispered. He wiped the fallen tear down her cheek.

"Nothing. I'm just really emotional these days," she sniffled before letting out a small chuckle. She cupped his cheeks and pulled him in for a deep kiss. He sighed when she pulled back. He rested his forehead against hers, brushing the tip of his nose with hers. "Marry me," she whispered against his lips.

Chris chuckled and smiled at her. "We are going to get married. I proposed to you on Christmas, remember?"

She shook her head. "Let's get married tonight. It's book a flight to Vegas-"

"Are you crazy? Ma would kill me." Suddenly, his Boston accent became thicker. "She would kill us both."

"Chris," she whispered. "I'm pregnant."

His eyes immediately welled up with tears. His lips formed a huge smile as he whispered, "you're pregnant?"

She nodded. "Apparently we got pregnant Christmas Day, after you proposed. And as much as I want a big wedding with all our family and friends, I can't wait any longer. I want to be your wife. I want us to be husband and wife before our beautiful baby joins our family."

Chris leaned in and kissed her deeply, with so much passion, he didn't care if anyone on set caught them. "As soon as I'm done here, we'll take the next flight to Vegas, soon-to-be-Mrs. Evans."

"I love the sound of that," she smiled wide. "Mrs. Evans."

"It suits you perfectly," he kissed her once more. "I don't know how I got so damn lucky, but I love you. The both of you."

"We," she whispered quietly, "love you too."