𝔻𝕚𝕒𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕤 || Chris Evans & Sebastian Stan x Reader Imagines

SS- Priceless

There's a warning for this part. One word. Labour.

"Hey, I'm here, I'm here. You'll get through this, you can crush my hand if you want to." Said Sebastian supportively, he gently squeezes your hand and kisses it.

You start contacting again, you scream bloody murder, one hand holding Sebastian's and the other hand holding the side of the hospital bed for support.

It hurts like hell.

Let's start with what happened and what's happening. Five years ago, you met your love of your life on set and started to see each other secretly. Close friends and family found out soon after but promised to keep everything a secret.

There were of course ups and downs in the relationship but you guys managed to go through it and survive.

Three years later, Sebastian proposed to you on your birthday. You were so emotionally touched that you constantly cry happy tears for a few days straight, just thinking about walking down the aisle made you teary eyed. Those were some of the most unforgettable days of your life up until now.

Now, you guys are a married couple of two years. Last year's end of October, you found out that you were pregnant and surprised Sebastian, he was overjoyed.

Since then, he started to get really protective of you both. He'd be calling you as many times as possible when he's in work, making sure that you were okay.

Nine months has passed in a flash and now, you're in the hospital where you were born, giving birth to your child.

Sebastian's and your family, including some of your bestest friends were outside of the room where you and Sebastian are, they're anxiously waiting. Your moms comforted each other, Evans and Wilson were pacing and clenching their fists, your sisters looking at their phones and trying their best to not show their anxiety.

"Argh! Sebastian! You're gonna pay for this!" You scream again. You weren't really mad at him, it was just mood swings from the pain you're enduring. "I'm so sorry, Seb."

"It's okay, you can hit me with anything you want after this." Sweat was trickling down his temples, the surgical cap made the hot temperature feel worst. His voices and supportive little messages were getting more and more muffled as he got out of breath and because of the surgical mask.

After hours and hours of pain, screaming, worry, pacing and anxiety, everyone outside of the room sighed in relief as they hear a baby's cry. Back in the hospital room, your hand was pale from gripping onto the hospital bed, your throat sore from screaming and your hair wet from sweating.

There, you heard it, a baby crying. Sebastian's and your baby's cries. The nurses laid her on your chest, in between you and and your husband. "Congratulations Mr. And Mrs. Stan." Said the doctor.

A few seconds later, the nurses went to clean your newborn daughter and return her back to you and Sebastian. You were cradling her in your arms, you heard a sniffle from Sebastian, he was actually crying. "Do you wanna hold her?" You chuckle and sniffle yourself.

He shakes his head.

"Why not?" You look at him questioningly.

"She's so small," He caresses your daughter's palm. "And fragile..." Tears started to well up in his eyes.

Your daughter curls her fingers, wrapping them around her father's finger and opens her eyes slightly. You look at him, surprised. His reaction was no different.

"I won't let anyone hurt you, Antoaneta." He kisses the top of her head.

"What does that mean?" You ask.

"Priceless."