Living in this life, you've never gotten to have much say in anything. What you wear, who you hang out with, and now, who you marry and you're dreading your arranged marriage to the Italian mob boss, Chris Evans. Expecting to suffer through a life o...
Arranged Series Drabble: Everything We've Always Wanted
Pairing: mafia!chris evans x pregnant!reader
mafia!seb stan x ofc!lydia ricci
Warnings: not proofread. i think just language and pregnancy mentioned. pregnancy symptoms (morning sickness).
W/C: 1.6k
A/N: Thank you guys for loving this series so much.
Italian and Italian translation in italics. (i did not run my translations by anyone this time, sorry)
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"Tutto bene, cara?" (are you okay, dear/darling?)
You looked up from your place on the bathroom floor, the cool tile providing a little comfort from the queasiness you were feeling. "I'm okay."
Still, Chris's concern didn't waver.
"I can stay home."
"No, I'm okay. Promise. Just a little morning sickness." You stood, grabbing a tissue to wipe your mouth while looking at Chris appreciatively, his hand extended with your toothbrush.
You thought that since you were almost in the second trimester, the morning sickness would've eased up by now, but your doctor informed you it was normal for your symptoms to amplify with multiples.
Fucking twins. Twins.
Chris already had someone working to transform the guest bedroom you'd slept in when you first moved in into a nursery for the babies. Which were both girls. You were convinced you were having boys. Chris longed for girls, knowing that if you had girls, there wouldn't be an expectation to pass the business onto them. 1 point for sexism? He'd been entirely too anxious to wait until birth or even just 10 more weeks for the anatomy scan and when a man in Chris's position wanted something, he got it.
He had Sergio work with a doctor's office to do a genetic screening test and sure enough, both girls.
Chris stood watch by the bathroom door, nervously adjusting the cuffs of his button down while you brushed your teeth. You wished there was a way to reassure him that you were okay, but all he did was worry. If you were okay, if the girls were okay. The last thing you needed while the FBI was breathing down his neck was his focus to be off.
You rinsed your mouth for the 4th time since you woke up this morning and walked over to Chris. "Baby, I'm okay. Trust me. You will know the second that I'm not." You reached up, caressing his cheek and swiping your thumb against his cheekbone. "I promise. Plus, I'm running late."
He rolled his eyes. "I'm sure Lydia will understand once you tell her why."
The thought of telling your best friend that you were pregnant brought a grin to your face. Her and Seb got married a little over 2 months ago and they'd taken an extended honeymoon in Saint Tropez, getting back a few days ago. She'd texted you almost immediately after landing and begged for a lunch date after the jet lag wore off.
