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A/N: okay, so for this story Scarlett is not married to Colin (no hate on him, I love him) but she has Rose

*fourteen years ago*

*Scarlett's p.o.v.*

for the past fourteen years I've had a memory that hunts me every night, just as if it wanted me to remind me that I did wrong, but I already know, I know I fucked up since the moment I let her out of my side when she was born, I have missed her every day since that day, and every 10th of July my heart breaks a little more as I thought about her, Chris doesn't even know about it, I didn't told him that from that one night stand when I was 17 and he was 18 the world decided to gift us with a little girl

she was born at 8 o'clock in the afternoon on a 10th of July, I was in my bedroom when my contractions began, so I quickly got downstairs where my parents were and told my Mom:

"Mom, it hurts"

she looked at me and quickly stood up and told me to go to the car, and the next thing I knew was that we were in the hospital and after 10 hours of labor a beautiful baby girl, Ava Melanie Evans, I knew since the beginning that I was going to give her up, it did break my heart, but in the end I was only 17, so when the doctors asked me if I wanted to see her, I refused and told them that my Mom would take care of everything, in the next few moments I tried to tell myself that what I had done was for the best, and in a matter of months I ended up believing it

now that fourteen years had gone by and Chris was still in my life, we have had several conversations about kids, and he wanted them desperately, now, my question is, would he still want them if I told him that we had a daughter those years ago? and every time I thought that the answer to that question was 'no' and that might be the reason why I didn't tell him

so that 10th of July of 2018, I was going to begin filming for the last film of Avengers, so I got up from my bed and got into the bathroom, and when I looked to myself in the mirror I told myself as did on that day since a long time:

"we know we shouldn't have done it, but there's nothing we can do now, right? so yeah you need to be strong Scarlett, if you can't be strong for you do it for her, she wouldn't like to see you like this"

after telling myself that I got changed and went downstairs to the kitchen and prepared my breakfast, I made me a coffee and sat on the kitchen isle as I thought about what to do, should I tell Chris? or I shouldn't? ARGHH I didn't know what to do, after some time going around it I decided that he had a right to know about this, since she was his daughter as well after all

fifteen minutes later I was getting in my car and going to set, Rose was with her father back in France so I didn't have to make a stop at kindergarten getting more and more nervous as time went by

*Chris p.o.v.*

we were going to start filming avengers endgame today, and I couldn't be more excited! I couldn't  wait to see the whole cast again, I came back to reality because my phone buzzed with a message form an unknown number, I opened it and read it, to end up with my eyes widely open:

hey Chris, we're from the Foster Care association located in Los Angeles, we've had your and Scarlett Johansson's daughter Ava since she was born, 14 years ago, and we really need both of your signatures, since you're her birth parents, so that she can be accepted in another family, I tried to contact Scarlett but I kept going to voicemail, so if you could talk to her it would be wonderful! hopefully we'll see each other soon to cover this, thank you and take care, 

The Foster Care Association of Los Angeles

I had to sit down by the time I had finished watching that, I had a lot of questions in my mind, but the one that kept repeating itself was: 'why would Scarlett never told me that we had a daughter for that one night?' I sat there on the sofa running my hands through my face for the next twenty minutes until I found the strength to stand up and head to work, once I got there I stayed some time at the door thinking about what I should answer to the message, until I went with:

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