Chris Evans Love Story

Barbeque

"Have you got everything?" I asked as Chris piled through the door with an abundance of shopping bags.
"Yes." He snapped.
"Don't snap at me! You shouldn't have organised such a huge thing with such short notice!" I snapped.
Damn pregnancy hormones.
I walked out of the kitchen towards the bedroom making sure I slammed the door.
"______? I'm sorry." Chris apologized, knocking on the door.
I sighed.
"Please open the door." He begged.
I opened the door slightly and he stormed in.
"Please tell me what's wrong... You've been acting differently... Don't you love me?" He asked.
This caused me to break into tears.
"O-of course I love you!" I hiccupped.
"Then what's wrong?" He asked, sitting down on the bed, taking my hand.
"I... I..." I started, before turning away.
"Please, what ever it is we can face it together." He pleaded, turning my face to look at him.
"I'm late... So I took a few tests... I'm pre-" I started.
"Your pregnant?" He interrupted.
"Yes..." I admitted, a fresh tear rolling down my cheek.
"Why didn't you tell me?" He asked.
"I thought you would..." I paused.
He had gone. Walked out the door and out of the house as I heard the front door slam.
"Leave me." I finished.
- - - -
I ran into the house to change and back out to check on the burgers and then ran back in to fix up a salad.
I was running in and out of the house like a headless chicken trying to sort out the barbeque. There was no way I could cancel with so much food. It would be such a waste.
As I ran back out to the burgers I found Chris Hemsworth flipping them.
"______! How are you?" He smiled.
"I've been better." I smiled.
"I've got this. Chris in or out getting last minute supplies?" He asked.
"I dont know where he is." I sighed, walking back into the kitchen....
As I fixed up the salad two arms tickled me from behind.
"Scar! Please don't." I giggled.
"Have you told him?" She asked.
I nodded, hanging my head low.
"And?" She asked, leaning against the bench.
"He walked out..." I said, tears stinging my eyes.
"Go upstairs and change! I'll finish here." She said.
I nodded and made my way up to the bedroom to change.
- - - -
As I stood next to Scarlett I took a small bite out of my burger.
"Chris has been such a help." I smiled, looking over at Chris as he continued to flip the burgers and talk to Mark and Robert.
"Yeah. You would have ran yourself out if he hadn't arrived early." She said.
As I took a second bite I had a feeling of nausea.
"I think I'm going to be sick..." I said, dropping my burger and running to the bathroom.
As I leant over the toilet someone scrapped back my hair.
"Thanks Scarlett." I smiled.
"Its me." Chris's familiar voice whispered.
"Leave me alone." I cried, vomiting.
"No. I am here to apologize, I shouldn't have ran out. I love you and I want to raise this baby. As a family." He said.
"Why did you run out?" I asked, sitting back.
"I was scared and nervous." He said.
"And what about me? Did you not think about how I felt about the whole situation?" I asked.
"I was being selfish." He admitted.
"Damn straight." I joked.
This caused him to laugh.
"I love you." He smiled.
"I love you too." I smiled...