What To Expect When You're Not Expecting. (1)
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.
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.
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a month prior
Chris was getting older, there was no denying that. He was forty and still hadn’t found the ‘one,’ yet. Every relationship he had entered seemed to go in the same pattern of amazing highs and devastating lows, them all resulting in a breakup. So after much thought, he found himself jerking off over a small test tube trapping his sample inside. Hoping one day, his true love will be in possession of it and they can begin his dream—a big happy Boston family.
“We’ve put your sample in the freezer and it won’t be defrosted until we get legal confirmation from you personally.” Dr. Perez said, standing from her desk.
Chris stood up as well, holding his hand out and clasping it onto hers with a firm shake. “Thank you so much. Hopefully, that day is soon.” He smiled.
“Hopefully.” She sighed, trying not to allow her mind to wander off onto the pages of her own tragic love life.
See, Dr. Eleanor Perez and her wife Kaitlyn Perez were at faults. No fault of her own, it’s just that her wife couldn’t stop fucking cheating. Kaitlyn didn’t even have the decency not to fuck her other partners in their shared bed at their Boston home. It was becoming unbearable for Eleanor, and the only thing that was making things tolerable was the euphoric feeling she got when she finished another bottle of wine each night.
Last night was Moscato, tonight—maybe Josh, Behringer even. Whether it was red or white she just wanted to feel nothing at the end of it.
Chris walked out of the doctor's office, twirling his car keys on his fingers and unlocking his Audi, diving right into the passenger's seat. He loved the stark contrast of Boston versus the restless cities like Atlanta and L.A. Everything about Boston made him feel nostalgic and grounded—and there’s no place he’d rather been.
Chris put his car and drive and pulled out of the facility, then his mind began to wander. He was forty now and any lover he pursued would reasonably be the same age. He selfishly wanted a big family but wasn’t willing to just shack up with anyone. Chris had the vision of a big bold primary-colored relationship that would sweep him off his feet and never put him down. And he just hadn’t found that yet.
Through extensive research, he found older pregnancies were risky and if done intentionally it is better to perform in the office. So he stored his sample—he just hoped he could put it to use soon because he was craving a simple life filled with simple love.
—two weeks later—
You’d never liked the doctor's office. You’d rather be in a prison cell with Pablo Escobar taking turns drinking toilet water than end up here. Everything from the nurses, needles, and the particularly clean environment sent shivers down your spine. You wanted nothing more than to be in and out.
But today you sucked it up for your once-a-year physical, which included a pap smear, a feeling you still hated even though you’d been getting it since you were eighteen. You sat in the waiting room clutching your jacket closer to your body as the Boston fall breeze blew inside behind people as they went in and out of the building.
“Geez.’ You blew into your hands. “You’d think this place could afford heating.” You rolled your eyes feeling your phone vibrate in your lap.
Msg from Vada🐣: How’s it going? You scared yet?
Msg from Y/N: Petrified. I’m cold too. 😔
Msg from Vada 🐣: Come to my place after, I’ll warm you up with hot cocoa.
You smiled as you bit your lip typing your message to Vada.
Msg from Y/N: Stop being a better best friend than me.
Msg from Vada 🐣: You know I love competition, Y/n. Call me when it’s over.
Msg from Y/n: shut up bitch.
Msg from Vada 🐣: Call me and then I will, jerk.
You laughed shoving your phone into your purse. Most days it felt like Vada was the best thing to happen to you. she was your best friend since childhood and nothing could break you two apart, she was always there for you. Sometimes too much that it was overbearing and bothersome but with some reflecting, you wouldn’t have it any other way with anyone else.
“Y/n Y/L/n.” A nurse called, peeking her head around a heavy wooden door.
You swallowed hard, holding tightly onto your purse. “That’s me.”
“We’re ready for you.” The nurse smiled, widening the door as you walked over.
“Right.” You mumbled underneath your breath, keeping your head down.
“Alright, just head over to room number five and Dr. Eleanor will be right in.” She smiled, her eyes were wrinkled in the corner.
“Okay.” You said just above a whisper, slipping into the room.
Once the door behind you shut you let out a loud groan slipping into the cheap pink examination gown they had laid out for you. Hearing the lab desk creak at the slightest touch you climbed up onto it laying backward and scrolling on your phone hoping to desperately dissipate from this place.
You settled into a comfortable position opening Google docs and returning to one of your students essays. You worked as a high school English teacher and last week you had assigned your students to compare a modern tale rather it be from literature or pop culture to the story of Frankenstein.
You got an array of different essays, some being too bland to be the work of juniors and seniors and others making you cackle at the attempt. But one stood out in particular. Aria Evans—a junior in your A.P English class. She never seized to empress you and this essay comparing the tragic story of Joaquin Phoenix’s joker and Frankenstein almost had you falling off the lab desk at how compelling and complete it was.
Every claim had evidence to back it up, and the diction, boy was her diction strong. Her stance was firm and she supported it from thesis to conclusion.
“Wow,’ you gasped, almost laughing at how perfectly curated her work was.
“Ms. Y/n!” A voice spoke almost sending you into a frenzy.
“Huh?” You lifted up off the desk, completely unaware your doctor had been calling you for some time now.
“Am I,’ Dr. Eleanor coughed. “Am I interrupting something?” She slowly put on her gloves, her hand missing several times.
“Um, no. I’m sorry I was lost in my students work.” You said, biting your nails.
“Right.’ Dr. Eleanor slide over to you in her rolling chair. “Let’s get this show on the road.” She snapped her last glove on.
“Right.” You kissed your teeth together laying back down, hoping the process would be over shortly.
“That was quick,” Eleanor said, flicking at the syringe she held.
“What was quick?” You said, trying your best to peak down at her but you couldn’t see past your spread legs.
“Just this whole process, I thought it would at least be a year—maybe longer.” She yawned.
You grunted at the feeling of the syringe entering you. “Yeah,’ you shifted uncomfortably. “Me too.” You rolled your eyes, hating every moment of this.
“All—all set.” She slurred slightly.
“That was fast.” You sat up, clutching your bare chest.
“Yeah.’ She sniffled, tossing her gloves out. “Life usually is.”
“Yeah.” You said, watching her slumped form as she grabbed the clipboard. “I’ll send your results at the end of the month.”
“What results?” You asked, furrowing your eyebrows together.
Dr. Eleanor laughed. Looking down at her clipboard and suddenly the world around her froze. Her heart began racing and her palms began to sweat. What had she just done?
“Your um, your, pap…pap smear—your pap smear results!” She blurted out louder than intended.
You took in Dr. Eleanor’s form. She did not look alright, her skin was red and almost looked hot to touch and she was sweating profusely.
“Um, oh alright.’ You said, skeptically. “Am I good to go?” You pointed at your folded clothes.
“Yep, I’ll see you in a year!” She waved, slamming the door behind her and running to the lady's room.
Once there she pulled out a sterile syringe and filled it with warm water and made her way to room six with shaky hands. She knew she needed to stop drinking before work—if she hadn’t Chris Evan's sample wouldn’t be walking out of here inside some random woman and she wouldn’t be about to inseminate a woman with warm water instead of her Husband Chris Ellison's sample.
She was just hoping faith was on her side, along with statistics. She knew you only had about a twenty percent chance of getting pregnant and you were young, only thirty years old so there was a chance your body would reject it and you’d take it as a heavy period. God she hoped with every drunk fiber in her bones that ended up being the case.
“Alright, Ellison family.” Her voice warbled. “Are you ready for your insemination?”
—about one month later—
You were not feeling well. Everything you ate you wanted to puke up, and you were seriously starting to regret ordering that sushi takeout last night.
“Never again.” You groaned into your hands.
As the bell rung your A.P English section for juniors started to pile in. You stood up and made your way to the printer gathering your papers as you felt something wet trickle down your face.
You wiped your hand over it pulling it down and taking a look. Sweat? You thought. Why were you sweating? And profusely. You shook it off just like you wanted to do your stomach ache—but that wouldn’t go away.
“Good morning amazing people!’ You greeted your class, getting grumbles or silence in response. You were used to it at this point. “I was thinking today we could go over some SAT techniques for the English portion. I know we aren’t even into our second semester yet, but it’s always good to prepare early, right.” You took a phone from your student Hunter's hand as you walked past.
“So firstly,’ you gaged as you tried to sit in your stool in front of the class. “What you should…what you should.’ You coughed, trying to shake off the dizzy feeling and ignore the floaters that covered your vision.
You stood up from the stool immediately feeling the blood rush from your brain to the bottom of your body leaving your top half numb as your vision was cut off by enormous floaters and you fell to the floor blackness surrounding you.
“Ms. Y/L/N!” Aria shouted, holding onto you as you were passed out on the floor. “Call the front desk!” Aria told her best friend Cayley.
—
You had woken up and immediately noise surrounded your ears. You were no longer in your class room, instead you were in a hospital bed with a bandage on your forehead. Fuck what happened? You thought.
“Y/n,” Vada said, walking into the room. “Thank god.” she hugged you.
You hugged her back. “What happened?” You groaned.
“You passed out at school girl.’ Vada rubbed your back slowly. “The doctors are running some tests right now.”
“Alright.’ Both you and Vada heard a voice come into the room.“Oh hello.’ The doctor said. “Y/n, how’s your head?”
“Um. Fine I guess. Is everything alright with me?” You asked nervously.
“I would say so.’ He rolled over to you. “Blood work is excellent, except one thing we picked up.”
“What, food poisoning?” You chuckled.
“No. Pregnancy.” He said.
“What?” You laughed.
Vada gasped, looking down at you with concern.
“I’m assuming you didn’t know.’ He began.
“Didn’t know what?’ His words echoed through your ears. “I’m not pregnant!” You pleaded, looking between him and Vada as tears began to rim your eyes.
“Blood test are usually extremely accurate, so I don’t see that being possible. If you need time to process, I understand.” He said.
“Time to process what! I’m not pregnant!” You yelled as your voiced cracked. “Do another test, now!” You demanded.
“The only other test we have is a urine test. Would you like that?” He rolled his eyes slightly.
“Yeah I would!” You spat
The doctor shook his head leaving the room. And just as he left the room fell into silence, before Sebastian spoke up.
“Are you seeing someone.” Vada pushed you and spoke barely above a whisper.
“What?” You turned and looked up at her.
Vada smacked her lips and tilted her head. "Are you fucking someone?" She bit her lip doing a weird thrusting motion with her hips.
You scoffed not here for her shenanigans, as a tear fell from your eye. “No, I’m not fucking anyone! Why would you—how could you ask me that!”
“I’m just wondering.” She held her hands up. “Sorry.” She felt bad.
“What the fuck is happening Vads.’ You whimpered into your hands. “I haven’t fucked anyone in months.”
Vada’s face softened as she grabbed your small hand into hers. Vada was also a single mother and had no intentions on letting you go through this alone. “Whatever it is,’ she swiped her thumb over the pad of your hand. “We will figure it out, together.” She smiled softly.
Just then the door swung open as the doctor walked in with two cups. One filled with water and the other empty and stick in his other hand.
“Alright, drink this and pee in this.” He handed you both cups.
“Right,’ you sighed, swallowing the water and getting up to go to the bathroom.
Once you finished peeing you sat back down and the doctor took your cup dipping the stick inside.
“Pink means pregnant.” He pulled the stick out and all you saw was hot pink.
“How?” Your voice cracked. “I haven’t had sex in..in months.”
"Are you sure about that?" The doctor said, leaning into you.
"If she said she's sure, she's sure, asshat." Vada’s nostrils flared.
"Vads." You said softly, grabbing her arm to calm her down. "I...I don't know how this is possible,' You struggled to keep the tears at bay. "I haven't done anything with anyone in so long."
"Maybe it's a medical miracle." You laughed wiping off your tears. "or a hormonal thing."
"Yes, pregnancy hormones.' The doctor said. "Look I can do two things for you, I can leave a message at your gynecologist's office and set you an appointment. And,' He dug into his white coat pocket. "I can give you these." He handed you a vile of two small white pills.
"What are these?" You sniffled.
"Pills to get rid of your miracle baby, if that's your choice." He explained. "You have a few weeks to think on it, Dr. Eleanor should be calling you in a few days."
He walked near the door holding onto the handle and letting his teeth sink into his bottom lip. "Congratulations."
your eyes remained moving rapidly as you try desperately to grapple with your reality. How could be pregnant, there must have been a mistake. Your eyes watered as another tear fell from your eyes.
"Y/n, what are you thinking?" Vada said softly.
"I—nothing.' Your mouth fell open. "I'm so confused."
Vada walked around sitting in front of you, looking deep into your eyes. "I'll support you, no matter what you want to do." she smiled.
You sighed, throwing yourself into her arms. Vada was always there for you and it made your cherish your friendship with her more. "I love you, Jerk." Your mumbled into her slender shoulders.
She hugged you back, pulling you closer to her and sticking her nose into your messy curls. "I love you more, bitch."
— two weeks later—
"Now, Mr. Evans I have requested you here to own up to my mistakes.' Dr. Eleanor said, wiping her clammy hands onto her slacks and avoiding Chris's intense blue eyes.
"What mistake, doc." Chris's leg bounced up and down as he grinned his teeth.
"About two months a go—I...I um,' She coughed. "Accidentally artificially inseminated a woman with your sperm." She spat out the truth.
Chris's ears began to ring and his eyes went wide. "What.' His voice cracked. "Did you just.' He paused, hyperventilating. "Fucking say."
Dr. Eleanor bit the inside of her lip squeezing her eyes shut, wishing it wasn't real. Wishing she hadn't been drunk or that she had payed more attention to her call sheet.
"In—initially I thought I had no reason to tell you. There was only a twenty percent chance she'd get pregnant.' She swallowed hard. "But she did, so."
Chris's back sunk into his seat as his nostrils flared. "She did what?" He knew what it was but he wanted her to say the words.
"She um.' Eleanor hung her head low. "She's pregnant."
Chris slapped his hand on the desk, standing from his seat. "who is she?" Dr. Eleanor jumped back. "Huh?" His Boston accent breaking through.
"I can't tell you that. Legally." Dr. Eleanors voice shook.
Chris rolled his eyes, his hands folding into a fist. "But you could legally get someone pregnant by my sperm! Someone I don't even know!' His blood began boiling by the second. "Someone I don't even trust, someone whose the very reason I came to you!" He yelled.
"You know what," He sucked in a deep breath. "We're done here." He walked towards the door. "You'll be hearing from my lawyers." He slammed the door behind himself.
"Stupid fuck." He spoke to himself as he pulled his phone to his ear. "Yeah, I need your help finding someone—but I don't know where to start."
It took a whole week for his team to find you but they did. Y/N Y/L/N. You were an English teacher at miller high school right here in Chris’s hometown. He had also found out you taught his niece Aria which didn’t help him. At all.
He’d wanted to approach you, get a feel for you. But what would he even say. ‘Hey I’m the guy your pregnant by.’
“We have to be smart about this Chris.’ His manager said to him, fluffing out his hair in the mirror. “You can’t just walk up to the girl and say ‘I’m your baby daddy, oh and by the way my name is Chris Evans and I’m a huge celebrity.” She flailed her arms about.
“I’m not gonna do that. I just want a conversation.” Chris said. “I want to talk to her, see if she’s even still pregnant.”
“And if she’s not?”
Chris sighed. “Then we put it behind us.”
His manager folded her arms, staring at him. “You want this baby, don’t you?” She asked.
“What I want, is to meet her.” Chris tapped danced around this question.
“And you will, just in the right way.’ She said. “I can’t have her leaking this to the press and spinning the story. We’ll right up a contract and give her some hush money.”
“Maybe she won’t say anything.” Chris gave you the benefit of doubt.
His manager scoffed. “Chris, baby. Do you realize who you are? You can look up your net worth online she’ll definitely talk.”
“Well how do I meet her?’ He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“We will find her and set up a meeting, if and only if she signs the contract.”
“And if she doesn’t?” Chris asked.
“Then I guess you won’t be a daddy, now will you.” She tapped his nose with her manicured finger tip.
Chris grabbed her arm. “You can’t do that, it’s not fair to me. or her.”
“Release my Prada.’ She said, feeling Chris loosen his grip. “I’m doing this for you, and your safety.”
“Is this what my protection is going to feel like, hm? Guilt.”
“Don’t worry, she’ll sign. I promise.”
—
The day had ended and it was a miserable one. You couldn’t keep anything down and your head pounded each time the bell rung. All you wanted to do was go home and kick your feet up and sip on some ginger tea.
You packed your bag slowly as a soft knock against your classroom door caught your attention. You turned around furrowing your eyebrows as a women in a pants suit and a man with a briefcase stood at the arch of your doorway.
“Can I help you?” You pushed a curl behind your ear.
“No, but we can help each other.” The woman spoke. “I’m particularly interested in you and the baby you’re carrying, and so is my client.”
You gasped, holding your stomach. “What—who, what do you want.” You said, shielding the thing you currently held in you stomach.
“My client wants to meet you, but I’m not letting that happen until you sign these papers.” She said with a straight face, putting a stack of papers and a pen in-front of you.
“Whose your client?’ You grumbled, looking at the papers.
“Sign and I’ll tell you.”
“Tell me and I’ll sign.”
She laughed, looking you up and down. “You’re a little minx, aren’t you?”
“Who is he?” You pressed further.
She looked down racking through the stack until she found her golden ticket. “Sign this and I’ll tell you, I promise.”
You looked her up and down not knowing if you should trust her. Whoever her client was he had to be big time, and you hoped he wasn’t a mafia boss. You took the pen in your hand hesitantly signing the dotted line.
“Good girl.’ She smiled. “Just letting you know that was an non disclosure agreement and if you speak anything of your pregnancy or who the father is we will hunt your ass down.’ She smiled. “And by we, I mean him.” She pointed to the large man besides her.
Your breathing hitched. “Who, is, he.” You said breathlessly.
“Ever heard of Chris Evans.”
Your eyes clutched together, the name was eerily familiar and you just wish you had a face to match.
“Um I think so, I’m just trying to recall what he looks like.” You said, pulling at your hair.
The woman looked you up and down, clearly not believing you had no clue who Chris was.
“I find that hard to believe.” She snorted. “Meet us at the address Saturday morning, he wants to meet you.”
You picked up the small piece of paper with an address on it. “Fuck.” You whispered.
What the hell were you in for.
