The Day We Met - Chris Evans

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I shook as I picked up the tests.

Positive
Positive
Positive

I was pregnant. I was seventeen.

I cried as I slid against the wall.

What was I going to do?

Me and Chris have never talked about kids.

"Baby? You okay in there?" He said, knocking on the door.

I wiped my tears and put the tests in my pocket.

I opened the door. "Hi handsome, I'm okay."

"Y/n what are you hiding?" He said.

I sighed. I took the tests out from my pocket and handed them to him. He read each one carefully.

"Is this a prank?" He said.

"N-no Chris. W-we are going to be parents." I said.

He smiled widely and hugged me, spinning me around.

"I'm gonna be a dad. Your gonna be a mom!" He said.

I giggled as he put me down.

"I hope it's a girl." He said.

I smiled and we kissed.

"I-I can't go to school." I said.

"Then I'm staying home to help you." He said.

I nodded and we kissed once more. I was going to have a baby. Me and Chris's baby.

I can't believe this was happening. My parents would end up killing me though. How could I be pregnant, im only 17. Chris is 18, what do I even think?

I took a deep breath and just went to go lay down in our room.

"Should we go shopping?" Chris asked me.

"No, we don't even know the gender yet." I told him.

"I hope it's a girl, it should be a girl. A want a mini me, with your attitude." He said.

I giggled. He always knew how to cheer me up, even in the dullest moments.

• 1 Month Later •

Finally, we got to find out the gender.

Chris drove me to the hospital to get the ultra sound. His parents still didn't know, neither did his sisters, but Scott did.

He had found the tests in the trash can, and confronted us. But we made him promise not to tell a soul.

We got to the hospital and we went straight into the office.

"Y/n and Chris?" The doctor said.

"Yep, that's us." Chris said, full of excitement.

He was ready to be a dad, he was very excited. I could tell that he was going to be the greatest dad ever.

"How long have you been pregnant, y/n?" The doctor asked me.

"About a month." I answered. She smiled and got the stuff for the ultra sound.

She rubbed the clear gel on me. Man, it was cold.

She put the thing over my stomach, which popped up on the screen.

"Our baby." Chris said.

The doctor had a horrifying look on her face. I looked at her. "Is everything okay?"

"No, y/n i am so sorry." She said.

I was so confused. What was she sorry about? My baby was right there on the screen.

"Sorry about what?" I asked.

"What's going on?" Chris said.

The doctor looked at us, tears forming in her eyes.

"You've had a miscarriage y/n. I'm very sorry." She said, and she left the room.

I couldn't believe it. How could this have happened? I don't understand it. I stayed healthy and everything, what happened?

Tears formed in my eyes, and pretty soon, I started crying, hard.

Chris wrapped his arms around me, trying to stay strong, but I could feel his warm tears hitting my scalp.