☕ Chris Evans Masterlist

𝐂.𝐄 || 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲

Word count: 2.1k

Pairing: Husband!chris x reader

Content warnings: fluff, extreme mentions of sex, talks of children/futures, SMUT!

It's been months since we've seen our friends. Jason and Layla had a baby, Abel, last September and he turned a year old not too long ago. We couldn't make it to the party, unfortunately, but we planned to surprise them (despite having already checked if they were free the day we planned to go).

Chris left the party city with a "Happy Birthday" balloon and wrapping paper PJ Masks themed.

As Chris drove I wrapped the gift we already had for the baby. It wasn't the best, but on the road, it was the best it was going to get. I should've told Chris to buy a gift bag.

Layla and Abel were already outside when we arrived. Her smile widened as we got out the car. On her hip was the little bub we hadn't seen in so long.

"Hiiiii!" I dragged out, giving them both huge hugs.

"Say hi, Abel." She picked up his small hand and he babbled a Hi and other nonsense I didn't understand. My heart swooned. Chris wrapped his arm around my waist and crouched low enough to make faces at Abel.

"Oh you're huge now!" He says, tickling his side. Abel gave a smile but it quickly faltered. He shuffled off his mom's hip and grabbed her hand as he made his way to the door, wobbly like his head was too heavy for his body.

"Please come in." Layla says, relentlessly drawn by her one year old. "Jason's on a grocery run, told him to pick up some sushi on the way. Have you guys eaten?"

"No, not yet."

"Perfect."

We spent the next thirty minutes laughing and sitting back. Chris played with Abel, mindlessly bored without Jason here; but he still added his feedback like he was paying attention to our conversation while he raced toy cars with Abel. I knew him enough that he probably was listening, just not enough to not give any attention to the child.

That's what I liked about him.

The front door sprung open, followed by a knock. "Hey! Hey!" Jason greeted a with a big smile, grocery bags and a six pack juggling in his hands.

Both Abel and Chris looked up with identical happy smiles.

Abel lifted himself on one knee and lopsidedly crawled across the floor to his dad. By then, Jason put the groceries on the table and outstretched his arms to catch his baby. He swung him up and threw him into the air until Abel giggled.

It suddenly made me think of Chris and how he's like with his nieces and nephews; how he could possibly be with his own.

"Chris! Y/n!"

I stood up and followed after Chris. They shared a brotherly hug and I gave him a greeting kiss on the cheek.

"I've got beers, wine, sushi. Please, make yourselves at home."

I couldn't deny that I missed this— hanging with our friends and catching up on our lives, sharing funny stories and choking on our food from how much laughter we brought out of each other.

After Abel fell asleep and the loud fun was over, Layla sent the guys off to Jason's man-cave, desperately needing me alone.

"Sooooo," she says. It's one of those dragged out so's that means she's expecting news. She has me stretched out, shoeless feet on the couch, glass of wine in hand, and a toy I can't seem to grasp poking at the small of my back.