Wilde One (Chris Evans) 18+

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Waking up to him is the best thing ever.

Last night was a mixture of emotions and it turns out the Evans clan are coming to night two before spending a few days more here in London as a mini holiday away.

I can't believe they all showed up - for me. Even though they know that Chris and I have been taking some time. Or at least were.

I don't have to be at the stadium until this afternoon, so I have the morning and some of the early afternoon to spend with Chris and his family. My parents like him so that's good enough for me.

He rolls over and pulls me into him, soft breath on my neck as he plants a sleepy kiss there. "Good morning, Wilde..." then proceeding to hitch one of my legs up so he can ease himself into me.

"Good morning, Evans". I pant slightly, stretching around him before we get hot and heavy. It's still early morning so we have all the time in the world before we would possibly get any interruptions. After we're done, we just lie there tangled in one another. "I've missed that morning wake up call". I grin and stay close to him.

"Me too".

"I'm gonna take a shower".

"I'll get some breakfast sent up to us". He replies as I head into the bathroom, smiling that even after a couple of months of being apart, nothing could ever change. He admitted to me last night that he hadn't really been coping, and that Lisa had been spending more time at his, worried that he wouldn't be able to focus on his filming. He chooses projects close to home so she had eyes on him for the most part.

I don't want to imagine what it would've been like if we'd have got married and then realised we'd made a mistake. Even worse if there had been kids involved. I freeze for a moment as the shower water rains down over me and then leave it going - quickly getting out and drying myself off slightly so I can check my phone.

Oh fuck.

Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.

I turn the shower off and then wrap the towel around me, heading out to Chris with my legs feeling like jelly. He looks at me and realises something's wrong.

"Harps, you ok?" He asks, getting up from the bed and coming over.

I shake my head and he sits me down. "Talk to me, what's happened, you sick?" He presses the back of his hand to my forehead and I shake my head again. "Harper, you're worrying me - what's wrong".

I can't really get the words out but I could also be worrying over nothing. "I'm late...really late".

"I thought you said you didn't have to be at the stadium until later? You'll be ok if you're a little late, have they changed the time?"

"Not that kind of late". I try to calm myself down a little, telling myself that everything is probably fine and it's stress - but I know that it's not. "I'm late...again". I look at him in the hopes that this time he knows what I mean.

He stares at me and then the penny drops. "Oh shit..."

I nod. "I wasn't really thinking while I've been touring. I realised I've missed last month and now this month too". How the fuck could I be so stupid, careless and not even notice something like this?

You've been stressed Harper, your mind's been elsewhere.

"Ok". He tries to now keep calm for my sake. "What do you need me to do?"

"Well you can't exactly pop to the chemist and buy a pregnancy test - the media will be all over you if they're called".

He nods at this. "True...but I can maybe ask Shanna? She'd help". He suggests.

That could work.

"Can she not tell your mum or anyone? I mean, I might not be and it could be stress or anything - but...I think there's a good chance..."

"I know". He says and gets out his phone. "She won't tell anyone. I'll get her to go when they're out, will that be ok? I know it'll mean us waiting until later after the show but - you think you could wait that long?"

"Yeah, I'm sure it'll be fine". I try and stay positive.

He nods and finishes texting his sister. "I know it's not exactly what we were planning, especially after what we talked about a while back".

I sigh and get up, getting dressed. "It is what it is, it just means we'll have to work something out. I just - I don't really know how to feel at the moment, especially because we haven't really got confirmation".

"Is it really the worst thing in the world, Harps?" He asks a little weakly, and I feel bad. He doesn't want to be excited because he doesn't know whether I'd be. He's wanted this for a while.

I try and smile. "No, it's not - but it's something I just didn't have planned for being this soon. Anyway, I can't do or feel anything until we know". And I know that getting through tonight's show is gonna be a tough one, especially now that I have this on my mind.

I focus on the show, putting everything I have into it - not that I don't already, but it's a good job it took my mind from things for a few hours, but no sooner am I back in the sanctuary of the hotel room, Chris holds up the box that Shanna had went on her secret mission for earlier today. "Guess it's time to find out..." 

Part of me doesn't want to, but the other part does. I know my mind won't be at rest until we have the answer and so I take it and retreat to the bathroom, then hurrying out soon after. "Well?" He asks a little nervously. 

"Gotta wait a bit, I don't wanna go back in there to be honest..." I admit, my stomach turning with anxiety as I begin to pace. He just sits there and waits silently, some time passing before he looks to me. 

"Has it been long enough yet?" I nod at this. "Want me to go get it?" Another nod. 

He gets up and heads into the bathroom, coming back out but looking to the side. "You wanna look together?" 

"Yeah". 

"Ok, on three - one...two...three..." 

We both look down and see the answer we've been waiting for. All I know is that I'm going to have a lot of explaining to do to Taylor.