Chris Evans: Short Stories and Imagines

truth be told

summary/request: can you write about Chris finding out he has a baby and the baby is like 6 months old but his partner didn't have the chance to tell him that she is pregnant because they broke up idk you can change the idea if you want to - anon

pairing: chris evans x female reader (y/n insert)

warnings: course language, brief mentions of postpartum depression, a build up of angst and some fluff 

this has not been beta'd - any mistakes are my own

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Truth be told, you were a god awful liar, person and ranking astray. You kept your life hidden away in the troves of your hometown while hoping that the time would be right again. But then there's life and the synergies of life worked in unfavorable ways to ascertain for the fact that this was all your doing, this is infallibly you. You were now a mother to newborn child whose father still didn't know, who deserves to know but there's been no outward attempt, no recalling knowledge or exigency on your behalf.

But that's how it's been.

It was a good run. You and Chris were together for three torrentially testimonial years. Those years have passed. Those years were momentary and now nonexistent as you both wandered the earth, unaffiliated with the other, not bothering to know.

The relationship you had with him started off sweet and wakeful of your senses, loving and picturesque which then darkened, turned distant and forthcoming. Small instances demined a bigger issue, some were valid, some were planted — making you believe that you were never good enough for him and driveling the thought of self sabotage and the salience of insecurity. A part of you brought that relationship down, patronizing yourself and Chris into believing the unimaginable. But then there was also an even split right down the middle and you both took on your respective half of the faultline, holding it out for the other and letting things slip through the cracks.

There was a time when Chris drove a wedge into the hairline fissure, getting more angrier, frustrated and almost close to being contempt with you. You didn't say anything this time, your actions said it all and that's when he came to his own realization, knowing that there'd be no turning back. With constant back and forth, his team would have his side, they worked to reason with him, assuring him to be patient and wait for the right time to end things. If he wanted to end things.

But knowing Chris, he's a fighter. He was determined on making it work but then one thing led to another and there wasn't a long enough thread to hold onto and save your relationship. It was somewhere in between the fuzz of tears, the drawn out, deliberating arguments, the alcohol-induced cirrhosis, your steering affirmations and the final pause — made you both realized you were better apart than together.

But sometimes that's not always the case and sometimes you'll have to meet somewhere in the binding middle.

"Please come Y/N, ma has been dying to see her." Scott Evans softly pleads with you over the phone as you drew in a deep, almost suffocative, breath while nursing your newborn who no one in the Evans family has gotten the chance to see in person.

After a very messy and public break up with Chris, you found out you were pregnant. It was the kind of earth shattering news that left you adamantly on your own and away from him, with reason and every ounce of shrouding selfishness. You were protective, solicitous of your child who doesn't deserve a semblance of malice or ill-will that you were calloused with when you and Chris were together.

Dating a celebrity was never easy, no matter how much of a strong front you put up, there were following repercussions. Because after the dust settled and calm came, you were left preemptively broken, your shine and light was insufferably dulled. After your break up, many nights were spent crying alone and then solemn moments after your daughter was born you were slipping into an unknown state of postpartum depression. You needed them, they reached out to you but she needed her mama first, to be strong and conquerable, to be okay even in the face of adversity. Even for them.