Chris Evans Imagines

It Ain't Pretty - Part 2

Two Months Later

Y/N walked up Chris' front steps and hesitated before knocking on the door. She heard him laughing from the other side of the door as Dodger barked like crazy. For a brief second, she smiled remembering how fond and pure their relationship was. She missed it. Her smile vanished when she heard another dog barking a second before Chris opened the door.

"Y/N," Chris whispered, his smile immediately vanishing at the sight of her. He was completely taken by surprise. He wasn't expecting her to show up, especially after their last argument outside her door two months ago.

"Chris, I can't find my keys," a girl shouted from inside his house.

"Umm, I'm sorry. I didn't realize you had company," Y/N shifted her weight from one foot to the other. "I'll come back another time or if you want, you can swing by my house," she rambled too quickly.

"No," Chris shook his head. "It's okay. Come in."

"I rather not. I really need to talk to you," she paused and bit her bottom lip. Chris realized it must be serious as she was doing all her nervous ticks. Shifting back and forth, her hands in her front pockets, and biting her lip.

"Found them!" The girl shouted. Within seconds she was walking towards Chris with her dog on a leash. Y/N tried not to get jealous, especially since it was the beautiful Aly Raisman. "Mylo and I had a great time. Hopefully they can have another doggy play date," she smiled at him.

"Of course," Chris smiled at Aly. "By the way, Aly, this is Y/N. Y/N, Aly and Mylo are new to the neighborhood," he explained. He knew he didn't need to explain himself to Y/N, but judging by the seriousness in Y/N's tone about wanting to talk to him, he wanted to.

"Hi!" Aly offered her hand to Y/N. "Do you have a dog too?"

Y/N gave her a warily smile as a small pang of hurt shot through her heart. She never had a dog. Dodger was the closest thing to her dog as she was with Chris the day he adopted him.

"No, I don't, but I'm sure I'll see you around."

"I hope so. Any friend of Chris and Dodger is a friend of mine and Mylo's," Aly smiled. "I'll see you guys later. Come on, Mylo. Let's walk home." Aly waved one more time before her and Mylo walked down the sidewalk.

"Please, come in," Chris gestured as he opened the door wider for her to come in.

Although he invited her inside, she still felt weird walking in the house. She saw Dodger on the living room floor, completely exhausted from his play date. However, he immediately jolted up and ran towards her, barking happily and wagging his tail excitedly. They hadn't seen each other since the break up and her heart swelled knowing he missed her just as much as she missed him.

"Hey, bubba," she cooed as she scratched behind his ears and accepted his kisses all over her face.

"Can I get you a glass of wine? I opened one earlier with Aly and I still have a lot left over. I know how much you love white wine," the corner of his lips turned up, giving her a small smirk.

"Umm, no. I can't drink, but thank you," she said.

Chris sat on the sofa, padding the seat next him. She sat down and took a deep breath. Dodger laid down next to her, resting his head on her lap. She massaged his head with her fingertips.

"I can't take the suspense anymore, Y/N, talk to me," Chris broke the silence.

"I need to tell you something, but before I do, I have a question I need you to answer."

Chris eyed her carefully. "Umm, okay. Shoot."

"I need you to promise me to answer truthfully, no matter if it ain't pretty," she pressed on.

Now Chris was more concerned than before. "Of course, now can you tell me what's going on. I'm already thinking the worst."

"Why did you break up with me?" She asked, her eyes locking with his. She saw something in his ocean blue eyes that she hadn't seen before. Fear.

"Y/N..." he lingered. He looked away from her, scared to tell her the truth knowing it would hurt her just as much as it killed him to break up with her.

She carefully reached for his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Please," she whispered.

He looked deep in her eyes and his heart broke. He knew she deserved the truth, especially after knowing how hard their breakup was on her. His eyes welled up as he held her hand tight. "I love you, Y/N, and I always will," he started. "But the night before-" he paused, unable to say the word. She squeezed his hand, hoping it would give him the courage to continue. "Was probably one of the best nights I had."

"I remember. We made love all night and talked about our future in between," she nodded in agreement. "But something changed that night. I know because I saw it in your eyes. I'm pretty sure that's why you broke up with me, but I need you to confirm it."

He nodded. "I want kids. You don't. I have never compared you to any of my past relationships, especially since I knew deep in my heart you were the one for me. But, I know well enough to know when one wants kids and the other doesn't, the relationship is never gonna work. There would be so much resentment and possibly misery if one of us sacrificed for the sake of the other one. No matter how much we love each other."

Y/N eyes welled up and whispered, "I knew it. All this time, I had a feeling that's why you dumped me, but a part of me didn't want to believe that, Chris."

"I'm sorry," he sniffled. "I love you, Y/N, I do, but I want kids. I want a big family. I want them running around the house while I'm playing hide and seek with them. I want to teach them how to play football in the backyard. I want to sing with them during bath time and read them a bedtime story every night. I want to be a dad."

Y/N's eyes were filled with tears as he spoke, knowing how much he wanted to be a dad and to have everything that came with it. "Chris," she whispered. "I love you too, and I always will. I didn't want kids-"

"Don't," he whispered. "Please don't consider the idea of wanting to have kids because of me. I don't want you to resent me."

"It's too late," she whispered. "I'm pregnant. Three months. Our little bean was conceived that night."

"You're pregnant?" He asked in complete shock.

"Yes."

"Are you keeping it?" He whispered, too scared to know the answer.

"I'm not gonna lie. I thought about it, but," her eyes welled up as she let go of his hand and placed it on top of her small growing tummy. "I couldn't go through with it. I couldn't do it to you. And, I couldn't do it to myself. I heard the heartbeat and I saw our little bean, and I fell in love. I'm so in love with our child, Chris, and I haven't even met it yet."

Chris chuckled as his eyes filled with happy tears. He leaned in and hugged her, embracing her with so much love and tenderness with the happy news. He peppered her neck with soft kisses before he moved to kiss her cheek. He cupped her cheeks, looking deep into her eyes. "Are you sure about this?"

"Yeah," she chuckled with tears in her eyes. "I'm scared as hell. I don't know how to be a mom. I might be terrible at it, but-"

"You'll be fantastic," he reassured her.

"So, what's next?" She asked, leaning her forehead against his.

"We're going to be a family," he smiled as he leaned in to kiss her.