EverymanHYBRID Imagines 2

Jekyll and Hyde Syndrome: Evan/Habit

Evan holds my hand tight. My heart is happy, and I don't know if I could be happier than I am right now. Is it possible? Well, that's likely. But still, I just know that I feel happy and whole when I'm with Evan, and it is unlike anything else I've ever felt before.

Evan sits down and pulls me down on top of him, laughing like a maniac. I grin at him, and he kisses my cheek. I feel heat rise up in me and I look into his gorgeous green eyes.

"You missed, you know," I say.

He kisses me on the lips. "That better for you?"

"Yes."

He smiles at me. "You're too precious for this world."

I snort. "I'm not, you are."

He smiles at me, but then the smile fades. After a moment, he just sits there and stares off into space. I lean closer to him, inhaling the scent of pine and cinnamon, a weird combination that somehow suits Evan.

"You okay?" I ask him.

"Yeah," he says, his voice huskier than usual. He clears his throat and stands up. "Come on." He holds his hand out for me. I take it and then we walk to the bedroom. He smiles at me, and I know what he's asking.

I smile back at him and nod. He grins and then pins me against the wall. He puts my hand over my head with one hand and then he starts to kiss me. Hard. I am shocked, but I kiss him back, trying desperately to keep up with his fast and passionate kisses. He grinds his hips against mine and inches closer to me.

"Evan," I whisper.

He grunts and keeps kissing me, going down to my neck. He bites down on my neck and I gasp, and he chuckles. His whole body shakes slightly as he does, and then he steps even closer, cupping my breast in one hand. I laugh.

"I love you, Evan," I say softly.

He stops. I look at him, but he is standing totally still. Evan doesn't reach my gaze as he disentangles from me. I look at him, confusion written all over my face. That's when I realize his hickey he gave me is slightly bloodied. I wince as I touch it.

That's when I connect the dots.

"Habit?"

He presses a knife to my throat. I gasp.

"Habit?"

He touches my stomach and whispers in my ear, "I know you're pregnant, little rabbit."

Then, Evan comes back. He drops the knife and looks at me. "Y/ n?  Are you okay?"

"Y - yeah," I say.

"Did he hurt you? Oh, God, what did he do?"

"No, Evan, I'm fine. He just sorta made out with me and we might have had sex while I thought he was you."

"Oh, just that."

"Evan, I'm ...."

He doesn't look at me. I hate the way I feel and the way he is making me feel. But he has to know the truth.

"I'm pregnant."

He looks at me. "Seriously?"

I nod. "He just told me what I already knew."

"Well he's not gonna fucking touch you," he says. "Or the baby. I'm not going to let him, I promise."

He gently hugs me. Now that he's back, I don't know how I could ever have mixed him up with Habit. But I guess that even I am allowed to have bad days.

"I'm sorry, Ev," I say. "I honestly thought he was you."

"I know, it's hard to tell sometimes. I'm not mad at you, I'm mad at him for tricking you."

"Okay," I say.

He hugs me again. "I'm going to protect you. I'm not going to let Habit do anything to either of you."

I take his face in my hands. "I love you, Evan."

"I love you too, y/n."