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Happy Birthday Chris

Chris x Reader

Rating: T 

As your heels clicked against the hardwood floor, you scurried from room to room, catering to the familiar faces that stood at every corner. Drinks were constantly refilled, food was triple checked, and the games in the corner of the room needed to be picked up at least every ten minutes to avoid any barefooted child stepping on a Lego or game piece. With a quick turn to enter the living room, you sighed, about to restart the process that you’ve grown accustomed to for the past hour. With one foot into the room, a strong arm pulled you away from the ‘mess’ that you had previously deemed as important. With a shriek, you twisted to face the man who kept you prisoner.

“Scott!” He laughed, finally letting you go as you slowly gave up trying to escape. A red solo cup in his hands, he smiled, leaning against the wall to avoid the numerous children running around and acting as their uncle’s signature team of heroes; The Avengers.

“You need to calm down. It’s just us (y/n). We’re used to a little mess around the house.”

“You noticed the mess?”

“(y/n)…” You groaned, narrowly escaping the play shield that was thrown across the room before looking at the floor. With a scuffle of your heels, you quickly toed them off, kicking them under the table as you weaved your hands through your hair.

“I’m sorry, okay? I guess I’m still trying to make a good impression.” With a loud laugh, he tipped his head back, reminding you so much of your husband as he lay a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“Don’t worry. Everyone loves you. Since day one, you’ve made a great impression and to be honest, it kind of scares me. I think Ma loves you more than me.” You laughed, a small blush on your cheeks as your teeth dug into your lip.

Although this was only one of the worries that had been recently plaguing your thoughts, you appreciated the effort your brother-in-law made in order to make you feel better. Besides, you couldn’t tell him that behind your nervous nature regarding the party came the underlying internal fight over the topic of kids. The question of whether or not you were ready to provide Chris with the little ones he’s been begging for since the two of you were married came to mind once more and you paused, letting the guilt consume your thoughts. It took a moment but you snapped out of it and with a weak smile, you nodded, twisting your hands as you started looking around the room for his brother.

“I’ll try to calm down. Thanks Scotty. Anyways, have you seen Chris?”

“Birthday boy is in the kitchen.”

You nodded, not bothering to put your shoes back on as you walked slowly past Lisa and Shanna to find your husband. As you entered the room, you froze, watching as Chris crouched to the floor. His back facing you, he addressed his nephew yet their conversation could barely be heard due to the noise that emitted from the nearby rooms.

With a softened expression, you watched as Miles proudly presented him with a stack of papers, scribbled with brightly colored crayons. With a few steps closer, you were able to catch a peek of each one as Chris flipped through them, a giant smile on his face. After the last picture was shown, a rendition of their family (where he even made to include you), Chris made quick work to wrap his arms around the small child.

“These are amazing bud! Thank you so much!”

With the compliment, Miles’ face lit up, his grin stretching from ear to ear as he eagerly began telling Chris about all he had missed when he was away. From the school parties to Miles’ almost goals at his soccer games, Chris listened intently, his full attention placed on the young child. With grand gestures, Chris responded back with gusto, making the young child feel as if he was the only person who held Captain America’s heart.

Would seeing Chris do this with your own child really be that bad? You watched as Chris’ entire demeanor changed as he focused on his nephew and you could already envision the love he would have for his own child.

Maybe everything would be okay. As long as Chris was there to be the support you so desperately needed, why worry?

A gentle smile graced your lips as you pictured Chris with your child. No doubt he’d volunteer to help the classes, coach the soccer teams, or direct the next school play. With a chuckle, you looked down, envisioning the man you loved being the father he had always wished to be.

As your thoughts continued to bring an epiphany to the unanswered topic of kids, you didn’t notice Miles run away. You didn’t notice Chris slowly approach you, one eye lifted in confusion at your far off look. His arms then wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against him. With that, your head snapped up, (e/c) eyes locking with his own.

“You okay there babe?”

You nodded, taking the time to wrap your arms around his neck. The close distance brought his cologne to overwhelm your senses as a soft moan escaped your lips in comfort. With a quick kiss, you took a deep breath and spoke, filling the quiet air of the kitchen.

“I’m ready.”

“I…I don’t understand (y/n). Ready for-?” You didn’t wait for him to finish, wanting to speak your mind about your newly made decision.

“Kids. I’m sorry I took so long but I’m ready now. I mean, if you still want to have a child with me.”

A frown spread across your lips as the fear that Chris changed his mind finally crossed your thoughts. Before you could let the possibility of that sink in though, you were suddenly lifted into the air and spun around. The deep echoes of your husband’s laugh filled the room as he continuously nodded, quickly setting you down to address you once more.  As his large hands cupped your cheeks, your heart stuttered as his blue eyes were now full of unshed tears, slowly beginning to fall as his voice cracked.

“Yes. Yes! I want a baby with you (y/n). Don’t you ever doubt that! Oh my god. Is this really happening? This can’t be real.” You laughed, quickly ending his rambling as your lips quickly collided with his, your hands running through his hair as you finally let your own tears fall. The overwhelming feeling of happiness was strange in comparison to the endless doubt you had recently been struggling against but you accepted the new emotion with open arms, eager to start this new chapter with the man in front of you.

As the kiss deepened, a wolf whistle came from the other room and forced you to pull away with a gasp. Your cheeks now tinted pink, you looked back to see Scott shooting you both a thumbs up before quickly scurrying away from the playful glare his brother shot back.

With the interaction between the brothers, you finally giggled, the sound causing Chris to turn back at you with a huge smile on his face. One of his hands moved to your stomach, no doubt envisioning the hopefully soon future in which his child would soon be where his hand lay.

“Best birthday ever.” With one more small kiss, he suddenly smirked, leaning down to whisper softly in your ear. His words made your blush transform to a deep shade of red while his hands moved to squeeze your ass gently.  He pulled away, the smirk still there as he untangled himself from your grip. He laced his hand with yours as he started to pull you both back to the party and finally spoke once more.

“We’re starting tonight.”