What To Expect When You're Not Expecting (2)

What To Expect When You're Not Expecting (2)

Chris Evans x Black (pregnant) Female Reader

Summary: It's no secret that Chris wants to be a daddy. He's said it in many different interviews and blogs before. He just never expected the mother of his child to be someone he didn't know, let alone fuck.

Warnings: 18+ angst, mentions of alcohol abuse and cheating/ malpractice, talk of abortions!

Note: If this gets a few hits and is well received I can make it a mini-series. If not I'll leave it one and done.

Edit: To my surprise, many of you like this and asked me to continue, here's the second part and a tag list to join! I'm trying to start my blog up so this really helps!

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You looked down at your sweaty palms as you rode the elevator up to the one and only penthouse of the address you had been given. This luxury Boston complex was one you’d never thought you’d be able to see the inside of, until now.

You were still grappling with the idea of being newly pregnant in the most unconventional way and by the most unconventional person imaginable. You sat by your beside all Friday evening looking up pictures of Chris, watching his talk show interviews and looking at his socials. You also sat at your bed side looking at the tiny vile of pills. Something in you wanted to chug them and leave this whole thing behind you, this whole nightmare. But another part of you wanted this—whatever this was.

The elevator dinged snapping you from your thoughts. You took in a deep breath. Walking toward the one and only door that existed on this floor. You walked towards the door not even getting a chance to knock on the heavy wood before it swung open revealing the blonde woman from yesterday.

“Hi little minx.” She smiled. “Come In.” She ushered you through the doors.

You gasped, looking around at the beautiful Boston penthouse. It was ten times the size of the tiny studio you rented.

“Beautiful isn’t?’ You nodded, not sure if you should speak or not. “I’m sure you’ll get a tour once you deliver that bundle of joy.”

You held your still flat belly, although you did feel a bit of resistance when you bent down lately. You hadn’t realized how fast the thing was developing. You hadn’t even fully committed to having this baby and she already expected you to bring his baby to full term.

“This way.’ She held the small of your back, pushing open a door which led into a large conference room.

The room was filled by a long black table the stretched its length. You were sat into a chair opposite from the other head of the table. The room occupied a few people that you discovered were other members of Chris’s team—including the burly man from Friday.

“So.’ His manager spoke up. “How far along are you?” She slipped into the firm leather desk chair besides you.

You stiffened, the continued reminder that you have a living being inside of you put your breathing to a halt. “I’m—I’m not—I don’t know.” You stammered, trying to find your words.

“Add that to the terms of the agreement, Skylar.’ She snapped at a woman, whose laptop was wide open along with her eyes.

Skylar typed away, pushing her glasses back up to the bridge of her nose.

“What?” You asked confused. “You’re making me sign terms of agreements?”

“Well obviously.” She laughed. “Did you think you could just get pregnant by Chris Evans and not sign any papers?”

Your nostrils flared and tears began to inflame your eye rims. “I didn’t get pregnant by Chris Evans.” You tried to hold your composure.

Olivia, his manager leaned in. Her breath grazed against your ears. “You’re right. As far as I’m concerned you’re just a surrogate.’ She pulled back, caressing your lower belly softly. “And I need you to take good care of Chris’s baby for the next nine months.”

You kissed your teeth together. “How about I just fucking end it? Hm.’ You chuckled standing up. “I’m out of here, tell your client he’s going to have to jerk off over a tube again!” You shouted, pushing out of your chair and heading towards the door.

“Is there a problem?” A voice said. One you had grown to know over the last few hours.

“Chris.” Olivia gasped, hoping he hadn’t heard your outburst. “She was just going for a drink of water.” She lied.

“No, I was just leaving.” You whipped around wiping your eyes with your palms.

You turned around and there you saw them for the first time. His blue eyes sweep over your body in awe. He couldn’t believe you were here, holding his baby. He wanted to reach out and touch your belly, get to know you, and discuss baby names. But he couldn’t, not yet. He needed a veil of protection and his team wouldn’t let that happen without one.

“You must be Y/n.’ He choked out finally, walking over to you. “I’m Chris.” He stood before you, towering over your frame, holding his large hand out for a shake.

You looked at his hand, staring completely frozen. You weren’t sure how much time had passed while his hand had just stood there, almost growing desperate for a shake.

“So you’re Chris Evans?” You ignored his hand shake, sitting down.

“Yeah.” Chris frowned, walking to the opposite side of the table and taking a seat. “I’m sorry about this.”

You scoffed. “Which this? The this that I’m pregnant this? Or the this that I didn’t know I needed my own team of attorneys this?” Your hands shook and you we’re just ramping up. “Or maybe the this that I’m just a fucking surrogate and you’re gonna take whatever this.’ You motioned to your stomach. “Is from me when it’s over.”

Chris’s jaw dropped, he could have only expected your were taking the pregnancy just about as good as he was, which wasn’t well. He knew you hadn’t fucked him and he hadn’t slipped up and gotten you pregnant. You were just a woman who got caught up in another woman’s drunken mistake.

“Y/n.’ Chris began. “You’re not a surrogate.”

“Yeah, well tell that to sinister Olivia Pope here.’ You pointed at his manager. “Having me sign all this shit when I’m fucking alone is low.’ You scoffed, your hormones doing the talking. “I should have expected that from a celebrity though—making it all about you.”

Now Chris was starting to get turned off. You didn’t even know him and were already assuming just like a majority of people did.

“You don’t even know me.”

“I know enough.”

Chris pursed his lips together rocking back and forth in his seat. Shutting up and letting his team do the rest of the talking.

“Before we start, do you have any questions Ms. y/l/n?” His lawyer began, licking the pad of this thumb and filling through some papers.

“Nope.” You turned your head, rocking in your seat as a lone tear slipped down your cheek.

“Okay.’ He muttered, feeling slightly bad for you. He sat a pen down besides your hand. “Here I just have the terms of agreements and the second non disclosure agreement, all the important bits are highlighted in yellow for you. Just sign the spots I highlighted in pink.”

You shook your head looking down at the tiny printed words you didn’t understand. Your face scrunched up and your lips warbled and more fast-paced tears you tried to keep up with fell. “I don’t know what any of this is saying.” You croaked.

Chris’s lawyer knew he was supposed to be on his side. But the room was silent and almost everyone had the same feeling in their stomach. Guilt. Especially Chris. He knew his team was just protecting him, but they were really screwing you, and he saw that now and you had every right to be pissed off, confused, and scared in this moment.

“Okay.’ Chris’s lawyer said. “I can help you read through some of it.” He rolled over to her in his desk chair. He took his pen to the paper, looking up at her tearful clouded eyes his stomach sinking more. If it was up to him he’d just make her sign one piece—she just couldn’t talk to the media.

But it wasn’t up to him. Olivia had drafted most of this for Chris’s own protection, and he wasn’t even sure the extent that Chris knew about it.

“This here is basically saying you won’t speak to any media or press about the pregnancy. If you do Chris has the right to sue you.’ He started, you shook your head up and down.

“Understandable.’ You sniffled, signing the line.

He shook his head. “Okay. Here just says.’ He paused making sure he read that with as much empathy as he could muster. “That after a successful full term pregnancy the baby will go to the Evans family, and you’ll be given money in return.”

You winced hearing that. Of course you hadn’t been the most ecstatic about your untimely pregnancy by one of Hollywood’s biggest celebrity. And yes you had nights where you wanted to terminate it and put this behind you. But the idea of feeling this baby grow for nine months and bonding with it and only having it to be taken away broke your heart. Chris Evans was two faced. He was a monster who was breaking your heart.

“What?” Your voiced warbled. “N—no…no!” You shouted, holding your lower belly. “I’m not going to just give this—the baby away, my baby! Because this is my baby too!’ Your voice strained.

Chris felt like shit. And he had now for the last thirty minutes he had watched you fall apart in fear. This was the last thing he wanted for your first meeting and you now undoubtedly hated him. And for good reason, the terms were too outrageous. He couldn’t take care of a newborn all alone, he figured some co-parenting would be set in place. But full-on taking this baby from a woman who hadn’t done anything wrong felt like vilification.

“Don’t sign that.’ He spoke up, fury lining his eyes.

“What?” Olivia looked at him. “Chris. Don’t.”

“No Liv, you don’t.’ He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Why would you even draft something so insane like that?” He grumbled.

“Because we don’t even know her.” Olivia rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, and she doesn’t even know me!’ Chris said looking at you, your teary eyes pulling away immediately. “This is more about your trust issues than mine. Don’t sign that Y/n, please. I don’t want to take your—our baby away from you.” He said.

You could feel the warmth of his words from where you sat, but you still refused to look at him. It was too overwhelming and the last thing you need was to be melted by those Hollywood blue eyes you had looked into all night on your computer screen.

“Chris don’t do this.’ Olivia reached her hand out and placed it onto of his boiling one. “I’m protecting you.”

“Is this what my protection looks like?’ His heart clenched as he heard you sniffle once more.

“Can I have a moment?” You stood up, wiping your eyes again.

“Yes, of course.” Chris’s lawyer coughed adjusting his tie.

Everyone watched as you slipped out of the room, crying profusely. Chris turned in his chair, shaking his head at Olivia.

“Was your goal to embarrass her?” He looked over at Olivia.

Olivia rolled her eyes, letting out an exasperated groan. “No my goal is to be your manager and you’re making my job hard by caring about this nobody.” She pointed to your empty seat.

“She’s not a nobody, Liv!’ He shouted, standing up. “She’s the mother of my child for goodness sake! It doesn’t matter how unconventional or accidental it was. This wasn’t her fault and I won’t make her feel that way! I won’t scare her any more than you already have!” His Boston accent made an appearance, it always did when he was home enough—or angry enough.

“Now excuse me.” Chris walked out of the room, slamming the door behind himself.

He shook his head, walking over to his kitchen and poured himself a glass of water. He drank it wondering where you had gone—probably to the bathroom to cry more and he felt awful just thinking about it.

“Fuck.’ He said to himself, rinsing his cup out and placing it back in the cabinet. When he shut the cabinet door he noticed you.

You were outside on the balcony of his penthouse. The fall breeze whipped through your thick curly hair as you sat on one of the couches looking at the city behind you as the sun began to set.

Chris swallowed, walking toward the glass sliding door and opening it. You noticed him, turning around then turning your attention back to the Boston skyline. Chris sighed, you definitely hated him.

He coughed taking slow steps toward you. He still couldn’t believe you were here carrying the child he had always wanted. It was still the strangest miracle for him.

“Hey.” He said.

“Hi.’ You spoke meekly.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it?” He slide his hands in his pockets, walking closer to you.

“Yeah.’ Another tear escaped you.

Chris winced seeing that. “I’m sorry Y/n. I didn’t know all that was going to be thrown at you.’

“I’m sure you didn’t.” You chuckled, wiping your eyes and finally looking at him.

Chris took a seat besides you, making sure to keep his distance. “I didn’t. I would never want to take this from you.”

“What would you do if I got rid of it?” You said coldly. "The baby."

Chris stomach dropped, he knew about your little white pills and if he was honest he wanted to break into your home and flush them down the toilet. “You wouldn’t, right?”

You picked at the callouses on the inside of your hands. “I’m not sure, I’ve thought about it.”

“Please don’t.’ Chris begged. “I want this.”

“I don’t know what I want.” You stood up.

Chris grabbed your hand gently, sending a shockwave down your body. “Please Y/n, think about it.”

“I have been thinking.’ You removed his hand from yours, cutting off the transmission of electricity you felt.

“What can I do to make this better.” He stepped in front of you, his eyes melting into yours.

You bit your lip, pulling your cardigan tightly against your body as the breeze was becoming too much. “I—I don’t know.” You sighed, walking away and leaving Chris alone on his balcony.

—

It had been two days since the whole ordeal at Chris’s and you had signed as much as you could before you felt like you were signing your soul away. You slipped into your bed, feeling your phone buzz besides you.

Sighing you grabbed it flipping it over. You saw a notification from Instagram and quickly you opened it. You saw that Chris had followed you and sent you a DM. Hesitantly you opened it.

The blue glow of your screen illuminating your eyes and dark room. Your eyes scanned over his words your heart beating with each line.

“Hey, Y/n I'm sorry if finding your Instagram is weird, but I needed to speak to you. I was wondering if this weekend you’d like to meet up for some coffee? Just you and I and we talk one on one. If that sounds good to you just hit me back on here. Hopefully, your day was well :).

God, maybe he wasn’t as two-faced as you thought. You sighed closing your phone and staring off into the darkness of your room. You didn’t want to think about the baby anymore or Chris and his fucked management team. And the little white pills were starting to light up like a beacon of hope as they illuminated on your bedside.

it was a two-step process, and you'd never have to see Chris again.

But was that what you wanted?

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What To Expect When You're Not Expecting (3)

Chris Evans x Black (pregnant) Female Reader

Summary: It's no secret that Chris wants to be a daddy. He's said it in many different interviews and blogs before. He just never expected the mother of his child to be someone he didn't know, let alone fuck.

Warnings: 18+ angst, mentions of alcohol abuse and cheating/ malpractice, talk of abortions!

Note: If this gets a few hits and is well received I can make it a mini-series. If not I'll leave it one and done.

Edit: To my surprise, many of you like this and asked me to continue, here's the second part and a tag list to join! I'm trying to start my blog up so this really helps!

divider by: @firefly-graphics

taglist link here

(the reader is about two and a half months at this point)

Another school week had come to a close and you still hadn't been able to have a proper meal without the aid of ginger ale by your side. your advanced placement section had just left, and most of the high school was clearing out or joining their afterschool activities. You sighed packing your books and laptop away in your tote bag. Before you could shut off your desktop you heard a soft knock on your door.

You turned around and saw Aria Evans standing in your doorway with her basketball uniform on. She was not only brilliant at academics but in sports as well. Basketball in the fall, soccer in the spring. She was guaranteed to get into a stunning university.

"Aria.' You smiled. "Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, I, um, I was just checking in on you. You know, from a few weeks ago." Her eyes wandered to your stomach which had started to grow at this point causing you to wrap your arms around yourself.

"I'm fine Aria, thank you." You smiled softly.

"Do you know who my uncle is?" She blurted.

you looked down at your shoes, you turned, and finished packing your bag. "No." You lied.

"I don't mean to be in your business, but I overheard my mom and him talking.' She played with the hem of her uniform. "I just wanted to know if it was true."

You sucked in a deep breath, shaking as you expelled it through your nose. "Aria, is this really an appropriate question for you to be asking me?"

"No, I guess not.' She kissed her teeth, walking towards your door. "I just thought you'd be honest is all."

You turned around to face her. "What is there to be honest about if you already know?" You dropped your arms letting your growing belly be on display.

Aria shook her head and pushed open your classroom doors, disappearing into the hallway. You sighed, throwing your hands over your face. Now that a teenager knew your secret you were certain everyone would soon after.

—

Chris was still shocked you had agreed to get coffee with him after last week's fiasco. This time he wanted it to be just the two of you. No managers, no lawyers, no drama—hopefully.

Chris had gotten a small corner of the cafe for you two to occupy. Now all he had to do was wait for you. it hadn't been long until he saw you walk in. You had your phone in your hand and you were bundled up in scarfs and a long coat, sporting a pair of boots that made your frame look slimmer.

You looked around the cafe obviously looking for him. He took the liberty to bring you to your table. Chris walked over to you and placed a gently hand on your elbow.

“Hi.” He said, a smile could be captured from underneath his Boston baseball cap.

“Hi.” You picked off a curl that hand stuck onto your lipgloss.

Chris smiled softly at you. “We’re over here.’ He felt you stiffen. “By we’re, I mean you and I.” He reassured.

“Right.’ You chuckled softly, following behind him.

“I didn’t know what you’d like. So I left the menu for you.” Chris groaned, sitting down.

“Probably just a ginger ale. I can’t stomach much else.” You explained, feeling a gaging sensation even now.

“That bad, huh?” He asked, feeling bad for you.

“Mhm.’ You nodded, focused on finding a waitress before you puked everywhere.

“Have you told anybody?” Chris sipped on his coffee that was already running cold.

“What?” You turned to look at him.

“About the pregnancy.’ He sat his cup down gently. “I wouldn’t want you going through it alone.”

“Um.’ You coughed to keep your vomit at bay. “Just my best friend Vada. My sister is at LSU, and my mom.’ You paused, not ready to go that deep with Chris yet. “Just my best friend.”

“But I know you’ve told people.” You said finally flagging down a waitress, begging for a bottle of ginger ale.

“How do you know that?” Chris’s eyes bunched together.

You pushed your lips together making them turn white, before opening them to speak. “I teach your niece aria. Don’t get me wrong, she’s a joy and one of my brightest student’s. But she did ask me if I was pregnant by you the other day.”

“God.” Chris shook his head. “I’m sorry about her, she must have heard me and my sister talking.”

“It’s fine.’ You smiled shortly, downing your first sip of ginger ale. “So what did you want to talk about?’ You burped. “Sorry.”

Chris stifled a laugh. “Just the baby, I suppose.” Chris had so much he wanted to talk about, but he wanted to take it slow with you. He could tell you were still holding back.

“What about the baby?” You asked, finally not feeling goosebumps when you said that word. You were finally bonding with your little ball of a mistake and you kind of liked it—just hoped it would stop making you sick.

“Well maybe we should set up an ultrasound, and get you some prenatal vitamins. Maybe even a home birth nurse, and a doula for after you give birth.” Chris rambled.

You took a sip of your ginger ale, laughing as your lips attached to the bottle. “Someone did their research.’ You chuckled, Chris doing the same. “I just can’t afford those things and I’m already paying high insurance for something unrelated.’ You sighed. “Let’s just start at the ultrasounds and store bought prenatal vitamins—and I’ll only have pizza twice a week.”

Chris looked you up and down, you really didn’t even think of him as an option in getting you those things. He wanted the two of you to be a team on this. He needed you to know you can trust him and he wants the best for you and his baby.

“Well, I mean I could always pay for it.’ Chris took a sip of his coffee, his blue eyes staring at you through the heat that seeped from his cup.

“Ha.’ You snorted. “That’s some really expensive stuff.’ You pulled out your phone typing away. “A doula alone is anywhere from eight hundred to twelve hundred a night.” You shook your head.

“Well I’m not on a regular salary.” He said.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You folded your arms.

Chris sat his cup down, and leaned back spreading his arms on the cushion of the couch. “Just means if we want something for our baby, I can get it.” He said, with a rough low voice. “You’re just gonna have to trust me.”

“We’ll see.’ You said, looking him up and down. “I’ll set an ultrasound for next weekend, with my new gynecologist by the way.” You rolled you eyes. “Have you done anything with Perez yet? I can’t afford to.”

“My teams working on something, she’ll get what’s coming for her. We’ll cover your butt too so don’t worry about it.” Chris said, not wanting you to stress about it.

“Right.’ You finished your bottle.

The moment got quiet for you and Chris and the air around you began to thicken as he stared at you with those ocean eyes. Reading you. Studying you. You shifted uncomfortably coughing and moving your eyes from his direct line of sight.

He spoke. “Do you still have the pills?”

You knew this question was coming. You knew how much Chris wanted this, how obviously he feared with one choice it could be over for him. It was your turn to read Chris and he looked worried, every part of his firm body softened praying your truth matched his want—his hope.

You swallowed, tucking your lips inward. “I flushed them.” You admitted.

You could hear Chris audibly gasp, it was a sound of relief. “Why?” He asked, feeling his hope rising as you spoke.

You sighed, crossing your legs the tip of your boot touching his knee cap. “Because I want this.”

Chris smiled brightly, almost too brightly. God, he wanted to hug you. But he wouldn’t. It felt like something he could maybe sneak in after you had given birth. But for now the relationship still felt professional.

“I’m so glad to here you say that.” His smile still visible under his hat.

“You really want kids?” You asked him.

“A big Boston family.” He said.

“Well I’m only giving you one, so cherish it.” You laughed a bit.

“Right.’ Chris laughed along. “And you?”

“Hm?’ You tilted your head to the side.

“Want any kids?” He asked.

“No, but I guess I do now.” You smiled somberly, rubbing your growing belly.

Chris sat up looking down at your sweater covered womb. He almost reached for it, but he didn’t want to violate. “May I?” He blurted.

Your eyes went wide. Did you let him touch you? You almost wanted to say no. But this was his child too. “Yes.” You said hesitantly.

Chris’s hand reached out slowly toward yours belly, as he gently placed it onto you lower abdomen. He couldn’t feel much physically— but spiritually he felt his child and he loved their first touch. He smiled as his eyes watered. Chris was really going to be a daddy.

“You can’t feel much yet.” You said, looking down at Chris’s large hand.

“I know. It’s firm though.” He moved his hand.

“It isn’t always like that, so I guess that’s something.”

“Why do you touch it? Your belly?” He asked.

You were starting to notice that Chris was full of questions. “Just a comfort, knowing I’m not all alone anymore. Someone’s here with me.” You were honest.

Chris nodded and the room fell silent again for you two. Mostly because there was so much both of you wanted to say but were just to afraid to say, and you’d already rested enough water for today it felt.

“I’m going to order my Uber.” You spoke up, breaking the ice.

“Uber?” Chris asked. “I can drive you.”

“No, no.’ You waved him off. “It’s fine.”

“Y/n,” Chris placed his warm hand on your knee it jump slightly. “I insist, Ubers aren’t safe anyways.”

“You don’t live too far from here anyways.” He said.

Your eyebrows furrowed. “How do you know where I live?” You lowered your phone.

Chris’s eyes went wide. Embarrassed he had let that slip. “Well when I needed to find you I hired a private investigator and I guess he went really private.” He said watching your face fold in confusion.

“You hired someone to find me?” You stood up, trying to keep your voice to a minimum.

Chris stood up too. “Well yes, how else could I have found you.” He justified.

“I’m gonna wait for my uber outside.” You shook your head, tucking your coat to your body.

Chris rolled his eyes. Boy you were a stubborn one. He followed after you catching the door you had slammed, not knowing if it was intentional or not.

“Hey,’ he jogged toward you. “Y/n, cancel it.” He sighed, holding his hands on his hips.

“Why?” You asked, not looking at him.

“Because I’m taking you home.” He pushed his Audis keys making the car light up from across the parking lot.

“You don’t have to take care about me because I’m pregnant.” You said, shoving a piece of spearmint gum into your mouth.

“I do care about you.”

You laughed, popping a bubble with your gum. “You don’t even know me.”

“Maybe I want to get to know you.’ He said, rolling his keys in his hands.

You let another bubble pop, looking him up and down. God he was mulish. “Fine.”

“Fine what?” Chris almost grinned.

“Fine you can’t take me home.”

Chris smiled. “Perfect.”

—

The ride had been quiet so far, neither of you know what to say to feel the void. Honestly your Uber would have been more enjoyment than this. You had to say his car did drive nicely, and was oddly clean.

You snickered as you looked out the passenger window, the Boston trees morphing from their summer shades to their fall ones.

“What’s so funny.” Chris asked.

“You.”

Chris looked over at you for a brief moment before focusing back on the rode. “And how am I funny, Ms. Y/n?”

“Your car, it’s just really clean.’ You picked the fuzz off your cardigan. “Does someone do it for you?”

Chris laughed, fixing his baseball cap on his head. “What you think I can’t clean my own car?”

“No, it just looks really clean, like really clean.” You expressed

“And your car isn’t?”

“I don’t have a car.”

Chris frowned. “Oh, I didn’t realize.”

“Wouldn’t call an Uber if u had one.”

“Maybe I can help you with that.” Chris coughed, rubbing the back of his neck.

The car stopped at a red light and so did you heart. This was exactly what you didn’t want to happen. Chris get whim off your financial short comings and wanting to fix everything for you. You didn’t need his help with anything but the baby.

“I can manage.” You grumbled, crossing your arms.

Chris sighed. “I didn’t mean it like that.” He rubbed a hand over his full beard. “I just meant I want to help out where I can.”

“I’ve been saving up from my other job for a while now.’ You said. “No need.”

Chris’s eyes bunched together. When him and his p.i had worked together they hadn’t found you had another job. And they out found almost everything about you. “You have another job besides teaching?” He turned into your small apartment complex.

“Yeah.” You felt the car jolt as he put it into park.

“Where? If you don’t mind me asking.” He turned his body slightly towards you.

You gathered your purse, pushing open his door. “A bar in downtown Boston. I work Saturday and Sunday nights.”

“Why?”

You laughed, holding your belly as you swung out of his low seating car. “Because not all of us can be multimillionaire actors like you.”

Chris swallowed hard. “Right. Well can you text me when you set the appointment, I want to be there.” Chris smiled.

You nodded. “Thank you.’ You said, fumbling with your keys. “For the ride.”

“Anytime.” He smiled. Watching you as you unlocked the door and entered the complex.

Chris released a heavy breath putting his car in drive and pulling off. He hated that you were working two jobs and had no car. He knew it wasn’t his place but he wanted your pregnancy to be comfortable and smooth sailing. Not filled with stress, he wanted to do something for you— a nice jester, he just hoped you didn’t take it wrong.

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