Happy December ❄️ my lovelies! I know this update was so anticipated, I just want to thank you guys again for being so patient and supportive, without you guys this amazing and comforting story wouldn't even exist❤️
I present to you, chapter 76 of CC...
Also, I couldn't pass up the opportunity to insert a SMA picture 😍
Warnings: smut, angst, fluff, mentions of hairline fracture, casts, Kelly is also a warning.
~ Chris ~
Sienna is in between me and Y/n, I convinced my wife to let her sleep in bed with us, it was only right.
It's been so long without sleeping with them, which also reminds me it's been so long since I had a good night sleep.
I woke up to Sienna's babbling and baby hand gently exploring my face.
My eyes were still heavy, but once I heard Y/n's laugh, I force my eyelids up, no matter how tired I still was, just so I could see her laugh. I missed that sound.
I could feel Y/n's hand was gently resting on my chest, and her leg around my waist as if I were a pregnancy pillow.
Fluttering my eyes open, Sienna's face is so close to mine that are eyes are almost touching, I chuckle because it's like she's trying to read my mind.
"Nena, let Dada wake up in peace," Y/n says, running her nails through Sienna's soft hair as she crawls off me.
I look over at her and feel gushy inside, I'm so in love with her, and I hate that my actions from the last have to creep up on me and haunt me, and this family I've worked so hard for - that I deserve, damn it.
But the last thing I will do is neglect a child that could be mine. It isn't his fault he was conceived. And if he really is mine, I will respond.
"Muah," Sienna kisses the tattoo I have of Dodger. Of course she doesn't know what it says.
"Aw, baby, you givin' Dada kisses?" Y/n exclaims in her baby voice, reaching to squeeze Sienna's cheek.
"Muah," Sienna kisses me again this time on my arm, it's her new thing where she kisses either me or Y/n and will vocally say it too.
Hence, the muah sounds. I like to think she's adopted it from Y/n, since Y/n is always showering her with love saying "muah,muah,muah," repeatedly while kissing her everywhere.
I take the advantage she's near my arm and scoop Sienna up, sitting her on my chest after tickling her.
"Dada!" She squeals, poking my eye with her finger, lowering it to my mouth where I playfully nibble on the chunky skin.
~ Y/n ~
I look at Chris playing with our daughter and it just makes me want to have more....
Oh wait...I mentally think as I look down at my pregnant belly. And I run my hand over it, enjoying the tranquil moments where the twins aren't kicking me in the ribs or sitting on my bladder.
I'm still debating telling my husband about what happened with Seb. The last thing Chris needs in the midst of all this trial and custody thing, is finding out another man kissed his wife.
"Mama," Sienna gurgles as she crawls over to me, there's no room with my belly but Chris makes room.
I always loved how the sun comes into our room and illuminates everything with a soft filter, that's including Chris's face. He looks like a beautiful Greek god who's about to feed me fruit.
I'll never get over how handsome he is.
"Mama!" Nena squeals and throws her little arms around my neck.
God my daughter is so adorable. And I'm not just saying that because she's my kid, not to toot my own horn or anything, but kid is really fucking cute.
"Baby!" I squeal back, matching her excitement.
Chris sits up in the bed and hovers over us, "oh no," I whisper to Sienna, knowing what's about to happen.
"Dada, no!" She reprimands him as soon as his fingers starts wiggling.
"No!" She lets out a high pitch shriek as Chris moves in on us. He attacks Nena first tickling her sides before moving to tickle her neck, which is definitely her tickle spot.
She clutching onto me for dear life, I can't do much before Chris is swooping Nena away from me and into his arms. He kisses her small head, her cheeks, her forehead — everywhere.
" 'top 'top 'top!" Sienna screams in joyfulness, because she's still a little baby she can't really pronounce stop.
"Alright, alright," Chris lets out a hearty chuckle and puts Nena on her two chubby legs.
She wobbles over to me, cautiously looking back over her shoulder to make sure her father isn't going to swoop her back up again.
She makes it to me safely.
Chris watches us with the biggest smile I've ever seen, ever since I told him I was ready to give my virginity to him, I think.
Chris starts wiggling his fingers again, but this time the victim is not Nena, it's me by the way he's chuckling like a mischievous little boy.
"Chris don't even think about it!" I warn him. Holding Sienna to my chest, hoping her little body with protect me from where my tickle spot is.
Chris moves closer, who am I kidding? Sienna is literally like two feet tall.
My growing belly doesn't help either as Chris tickles me where my hip meets my torso. God damn it. The man knows too much.
"Chris!" I let out a loud squeal, following a lot of lighthearted laughs as my husband tickles me.
Thankfully, Sienna puts an end to my torture, " 'TOP!"
Smacking her father's hand away from my hip.
My stomach hurts from laughing so much, and I'm still trying to grab a breath.
I look at Sienna and scoop her up so she's in my lap as I sit up.
~ Chris ~
My wife whispers something into Sienna's ear, and I know it wasn't in my favor since Sienna starts smirking and flacking her small pudgy fingers.
Next thing I knew both my girls were ganging up on me, tickling me with their soft hands. Y/n was doing most of the tickling since she knows where my spot is, Sienna was just poking me. Which makes me laugh even harder.
We finally drag ourselves out of bed and get our day started.
My mom is going to come over to take care of Sienna while Y/n accompanies me to family court. Where I'll be face to face with Kelly and her son.
My lawyers suggest I should do a DNA test with the kid, put an end to all of this once and for all. But I want Kelly to admit it, to apologize for putting me and my wife through this.
I just want to be with my family damn it, I want to go to Boston and spend the holidays there with Y/n, Nena and my family.
"Baby, y'okay?" I pick my head up to see Y/n talking to me, waddling over from the kitchen island and wrapping her arms around me. Her bump poking my torso.
"Hmm, I'm good." I whisper, kissing the top of her head as I rub her back with my knuckles.
We both turn our heads to look at Nena sitting at her small little princess table and painting with her fingers.
I don't know how many drawings, paintings, she's made but I've saved them all. No matter how good or bad, she's 17 months old, not Picasso.
Yet I still cherish anything she makes.
I watch as Sienna looks at the newest masterpiece she's made, and then she observes her hands, and then she brings her hand to her mouth and—
"Nuh uh, young lady!" I'm quick to scold her, "we don't eat that."
Y/n is already in front of Nena and takes away the remaining paint, and that's when I noticed it's everywhere, the table, Sienna's clothes, my hardwood floors.
At least it's washable.
I pick Nena up and take her to the sink so she could wash her hands.
~ Y/n ~
I put away Nena's coloring/painting stuff in her playroom. I walk pass him helping her wash the excess paint off her tiny hands.
As the time to go to the family court nears, I'm starting to get even more nervous.
My heart is racing a little bit more, and forget an appetite despite me eating for three, I'm so fucking nervous the thought of food is making me nauseous right now.
I heard the doorbell ring and when I walk out to the hall Chris is letting his mom come in, welcoming her with a big hug.
She spots me and her eyes light up more, she brings me into a warm hug. Pulling away and looking at my bump.
"Those two slowing you down yet, sweetheart?" Her smile is warm, comforting. Exactly what I need right now.
"Not yet, I think I still can manage getting out and in the bed by myself without Chris's help." I chuckle.
And so does she.
Chris and I head upstairs to our room to finish getting ready. He notices as my hands tremble as I clip in my earrings, looking at my reflection through the mirror of my vanity.
He doesn't say anything, instead he wraps his arms around my neck, and lays his head next to mine, kissing my shoulder.
I don't know how much time passed by with him holding me.
He kisses a gentle path of soft kisses up my neck, to the side of my face and the corner of my mouth.
"I'm sorry," he blurts out, so quietly I'm surprised I even heard it.
I could hear the intense sadness in his voice it breaks my heart. I love Chris and I want to give him everything. I want him to be happy.
I want us to be happy.
"Chris," I finally speak, turning to lock eyes with him, a single tear strolls down his cheek. And it makes my hurt hurt even more.
I grab his hands, and take them in mine, "I know we're at a weird place right now, but despite it all, I am still so in love with you," he doesn't meet my eyes, he's embarrassed and feels guilty, I know him too well, I like his head up with a light pinch of my index finger and thumb.
Those blue sparkly eyes that I love so much, are clouded with sadness.
"You are the father of my babies, you're my husband, my best friend, you're my whole world, Chris. I meant my vows at our wedding, I'll stick by your side through anything. I swear, baby."
I wipe more tears that fall from his eyes with my thumbs, taking the opportunity to cradle his cheeks and lean him in for a soft, encouraging kiss, to seal my speech.
"I love you so much," He chokes out.
"Don't ever leave me." His voice is dull and raspy.
"Never." I whisper, kissing him again.
"I-I promise once all this shit is over we're going to Boston, and we're keeping LA behind us." He announces, and I think I know what he really means but instead I nod.
"I can't wait." I smile softly.
He shakes his head, "I mean it, honey, it's been on my mind for a while now, as soon as all of this is over, we're packing this house up and we're headed to Boston, for good."
I blink, and then blink again, "but your career, our careers?"
"We can always travel for whatever we have to do. Or they can come to us. I've done it in the past when I couldn't always make a flight to LA, and know one has given me shit for it. And if someone has a problem with that, with you, then they'll have to talk to me about what exactly the problem is."
Maybe moving to Boston for good isn't such a bad idea, I love the cozy, homey feelings Boston brings. It's a beautiful city, and the place my husband grew up in, I'd love for Sienna to grow up there too.
Plus the twins as well.
California brings a lot of craziness, and drama. But it's home.
It's where I met Chris, where we dated, where we got married the first time.
But he's right, we need change. We need to be a family again.
"Okay," I agree, and let out a shaky breath, hoping this is the right decision.
"I love you, gorgeous." He whispers, brushing his sweet lips over mine.
"I love you too."
~ Chris ~
Y/n and I arrive in front of the courthouse. Lots of paps and reporters here.
Like seriously people? There's plenty of other things you could devote your time too.
But, hey, I'm used to it.
I open the door and the camera shuttering and flash begins, thankfully I have my sunglasses.
I help Y/n out of the car, and tug her close to my side as we weave our way through the large crowd, all shouting questions and assumptions.
We finally make it inside, where my lawyers were waiting for me.
I leave Y/n for a quick second, kissing her cheek and leaving her in the safety of one of my body guards.
I shake the hands of all of them, hoping we can get through this alive.
We all speak a little bit, and they let me know how they think the trial is going to go.
"I really do think a DNA test is necessary to win, Chris." Cindy reminds me.
"Let's see how this first trial goes, and then I'll reconsider."
Kelly's DNA test that I "supposedly took" is a complete fake, I know it, she knows it. But I want her to confess that all this shit is for show, because she's jealous.
Kelly walks in through the main doors, holding her son and also accompanied by lawyers.
I look at her briefly, but she isn't looking at me. She's looking at Y/n. I then look at my wife, and I see her take a step towards Kelly's direction.
Uh oh.
"I need a word with my wife, I'll meet you guys inside, thanks." I tell my lawyers, before turning on my heels and grabbing Y/n's forearm, gently.
"I just want to talk to her." She says under a breath, I know she's angry. Fuck, I'm pissed off that she has to go through this.
"It's not worth it, sweetheart." I reassure her, "let's just head inside, and I'll show you where to sit, mmkay?"
Everyone else is heading inside, and it's basically only me and my wife out here near the hall.
She's nervous, so am I. But I'm so happy she's here with me.
I pick her hand up, rubbing my finger over her ring finger. Home to her wedding band and engagement ring.
"I want you to know that no matter what happens in there, you're my wife. You're the mother of my children, you're my best friend."
She smiles at my connection to what she told me earlier at the house.
"And no one can take that away from you, okay? These rings are a reminder of that. You're mine. You will always be mine." My hand moves to rub the bracelet I gave her for our first date, "this bracelet too, it serves as reminder that I've always wanted you. More than anything else."
I could still remember his beautiful she looked under the hot California sun, as we watched the sun set on the beach.
"But none of that really matters," I add, my finger pressing gently into her chest, where her heart was beating rapidly, "what matters is how much you love me with your heart of gold."
I kiss her knuckles and she picks her sunglasses up, and puts them at the top of her head, she's crying.
I kiss her forehead and put her sunglasses back down. The last thing I need is for the paps to take photos of her crying.
The media outlets would have a real field day with that one.
I didn't mean to make her cry.
I hug her, and that makes her feel better as she holds me tight.
~ Y/n ~
We enter the courtroom, and Chris makes sure I'm comfortable and good in my seat, which was right behind the table he would be sitting at with his lawyer.
I can feel her gaze on me, and that's the only thing making me uncomfortable.
I want to go over there, show her my ring, my bracelet, my 7 month pregnant belly! Proving to her that Chris is mine.
I don't give her the satisfaction of looking at her.
The judge enters and everyone rises, only to be seated again once he said the words.
I'm still nervous, my fingers picking the skin around my nail.
My leg shaking up and down, until a hand stops my movements.
I look at who at the hand belonged to and it's Sara.
My agent.
She gives me a reassuring smile, and a nod that lets me know everything is going to be okay.
She's like my mom away from home. Besides my saint of a mother in law.
The trial begins and after Kelly's lawyer and Chris's lawyer stays the defense. Kelly is up first at the stand.
Kelly is fighting for Chris's acceptance that he's the father, and demands he pays almost $4,000 in child support monthly.
Chris is fighting that he is most certainly not the father, despite what Kelly is saying.
I zone out of my thoughts and back into reality, where Chris's lawyer repeated his question.
"Where were you this night?"
Kelly looks confident, too confident for my liking. Smug, even. Like she knows she's going to win this thing.
"In Georgia. Chris was filming for a movie and flew me out."
Lies. Chris was filming for a movie, but he spent the night in a hotel....
My heart races a bit faster. I remember that day like it was yesterday. Chris FaceTimed me that night, we talked for a few minutes.
But I never really asked about how things went, how filming went.
Meanwhile Chris is shaking his head in his seat, he's nervous too, his leg hasn't stopped shaking since he sat down.
"Do you guys get a hotel room?" Chris's lawyer shoots another question.
"We did."
"What happened after Georgia?"
Kelly takes a deep breath, "after a month I realized I didn't get a period. So I took a test and sure enough I was pregnant."
My teeth are grinding against each other. I'm so filled with anger. I'm starting to reconsider my decision in coming here because if my blood pressure rises, it causes harm to the babies.
"And why do you assume my client is the father?" Chris's lawyer keeps prodding.
"Because he's the only guy I slept with at the time."
Chris's lawyer stays quiet, walking a few feet say from the stand, "Miss Kelly, remind me of your occupation again?"
Kelly's eyes dimmer, and for the first time this afternoon, I see her weak.
"I'm a night club dancer." She says behind gritted teeth.
"Right. And?" Chris's lawyer continues.
Kelly rolls her eyes, sighing annoyed, knowing her answer will be used against her, "a call girl."
"Right, that's all your honor." Chris's lawyer takes a seat.
~ Chris ~
It's my turn to sit on the stand. I'm a nervous wreck. My hands are sweaty, my hearts beating fast, I'm lightheaded.
But locking eyes with my beautiful wife, I instantly calm down.
She's beautiful. And glowing. God, she's glowing.
I'm distracted by her beauty that I don't even realize Kelly's lawyer is even talking to me.
Her lawyer also turns to see who I'm looking at and smiles. Obviously seeing the state Y/n is in.
"First time Dad?"
I clear my throat, "no sir, I have a 17 month old daughter at home. I have two more on the way."
"Congratulations." He smiles genuinely at me.
But it's the oldest trick in the book, he's buttering me up, acting nice so my tongue will let loose and I'll trust him and answer his questions the way he wants me to.
"How is it that you even met my client, Mr.Evans?"
I clear my throat again, it's so dry, maybe cause I'm on the verge of a panic attack.
"Through my friend, Anthony."
"Mhm," he hums, "and did you go out? Or was it only casual?"
I gulp down, I'm under oath, and I look into Y/n's eyes, which are silently telling me that it's okay.
"We'd hangout sometimes, go to parties, events, she was just supposed to be some arm candy...until..."
"...until it turned sexual?" Her lawyer finishes for me.
I stay silent, he has his answer. I don't need to describe what Kelly's and I's sex like was like, not in front of my wife, and especially not in front of a jury.
"Now, let me ask you this, Mr.Evans," he still has his hands in his pockets, facing me.
"Did you cheat on your wife with my client?"
"Objection!" My lawyer stands, pissed off as hell as she seeks assistance from the judge.
"I'll allow it," the judge confirms, "but it better have a good point, Mr.Johnstein."
Johnstein nods, and waits for me to answer the question.
I see the tears filling up in my wife's eyes and I just want to hold her, and fuck, I wish I didn't do what I did.
Honestly, I have no fucking idea why I even did it. I was seriously falling for Y/n, back at the beginning stages of our relationship.
I'm just an idiot, I guess.
"It was one time. Before my wife and I were even officially dating." I say softly.
Hoping it doesn't sound as bad to the jury, or to my wife for that matter.
But I don't know how else to put it.
"Yes or no would suffice, Mr.Evans." Johnstein announces.
My head is not lightheaded, it's pounding now, I've just opened wounds from the past that didn't need to be opened, I let out a painful, "Yes."
~ Y/n ~
The car ride home is silent, but Chris and I still hold hands. And he rubs his finger over my ring.
He's very thoughtful, lost deep in that mind of his, probably replying what he said, or what he didn't say, or hell what he said wrong for the conclusion to be what it was.
The trial wasn't over yet, there was still one more session next week to attend. But that still didn't stop the judge from ordering quality time from Chris to her son.
That was the result of today's battle.
Chris has to spend time with the kid until next week's session.
He's also getting a DNA test done. I've convinced him to. Today didn't go well for us. At all. We need something clear, and written on paper to prove to the jury that Chris isn't the father.
The trial lasted until about 8pm, almost 6 hours in that courthouse and I'm starving.
The love I have for Chris, and the way he's such a good father, person, brother, friend, husband, overtakes the pain I have in my heart from our past. And what he did.
I forgiven him. And I've moved on.
At the end of the day, he's in my bed, cuddling with me. Raising our baby girl. Married to me, not Kelly.
"Thanks," Chris smiles at the drive through girl and hands me the order we got.
I'm almost 8 months pregnant and I've gone six hours without eating. You know damn well my hubby is going to get me some yummy food that probably isn't the healthiest but it's so good — and the twins love it.
I bite down into my burger, the sauces spill out from it but I chew on it like it's heaven.
Chris chuckles as he munches on his fries, "C'mere," he takes a napkin and wipes the excess sauce from the corner of my lips.
"Thanks," I respond. Licking around to make sure he got it all. Then I take my next bite. The twins are having a dance party in my stomach.
Celebrating that I'm feeding them.
After we're done I watch Chris jog to the nearest trash can and throw our the remains of our food, mostly wrappers, away.
He drives us home and when he pulls into the driveway, I lean over the best I can with the basketball attached to my stomach, and kiss his cheek, "thanks for dinner, honey."
"Anytime, sweetheart." He smiles, but it's a sad one.
We enter the house and Lisa is on our couch, nose deep in a book. With the baby monitor beside her.
"Hey, how did it go?"
Lisa asks me, but her eyes drift behind my shoulder, and I turn to see Chris sulkily walking up the stairs.
"Not so good," I confess, "but, it's okay, because we need to be strong and just keep pushing through."
Lisa hugs me, tight again, "If you guys need anything I am here. And tell Chris to call me when he gets the chance."
I nod, and thank her for watching Nena today, "good night, Lisa."
"Good night, honey." She makes her way out and I watch through the window as she pulls out of our driveway and heads home.
I grab the baby monitor and smile at how cute Nena looks all cozy in bed, sucking on her pacey and clutching that stuffed animal to her chest like her life depended on it.
I head upstairs, and Chris is already in bed, facing the large window seat we have in our bedroom, the trees are swaying back and forth and back and forth.
I assume he's asleep because he would've turned and said something once he realized I was in the room.
Something is in the air, it's not tension, not sadness — but awkwardness. I feel weird. This all feels foreign.
I do my night time routine and just before I hit the lights of our bathroom, I glance over at the stretch mark cream sitting at the edge of the bathroom counter.
I frown, but I grab it anyway, Chris loves to do this, he does it every night. Used to, anyway.
I understand he might want some space, and that he probably feels guilty. But I don't want him to act different, that's the last thing I want.
I just want him to know that I forgive him. I'm not one for holding grudges. I forgive and let go, but never forget.
I climb into bed, sitting up against the headboard and rolling up my PJ top so my bump would be exposed.
~ Chris ~
The scent of coco butter fills my nostrils, and it takes a second for me to comprehend what I'm smelling.
It's a scent I know and love.
I've been awake the whole time Y/n has washed her face, applied her creams, changed, hell since she's stepped into our bedroom.
I'm not in the mood to talk. I'm all talked out.
But that doesn't stop me from turning around and meeting my wife's gaze, she's putting the stretch mark cream on her tummy.
She smiles at me, and so do I, I sit up too, and gently take the cream bottle from her hands, I squeeze more out and slowly spread it across her smooth skin.
She's content, eyes closed and her head against the headboard as I apply the cream.
When I'm done I put the bottle on my nightstand and kiss the bump good night, "good night you two in there, seriously go to bed, your mama is exhausted," Y/n lightly giggles and it's the best thing I've heard all day, "love you guys." I put her top down and she opens her arms to me.
I throw myself into them, into her, I wrap my limbs around her and rest my head on her chest.
"I love you, too, honey," I murmur out.
She holds me tighter, giving me a sweet kiss at the top of my head, "I love you, Chris."
I love Y/n for not pushing me to talk, she just gets me.
And I'm loving the way her nails scratch my scalp as she plays with my hair, and thats the last I remember before falling asleep...
~ Y/n ~
It was the next day and today we were meeting up with Kelly and her son. We left Nena with Lisa again.
Chris didn't want to meet the child alone so of course I accompanied him.
Chris's team tried desperately to convince the judge to wait for test results. What was the point of meeting the kid if the test was negative?
But then the judge used that and spit it back at Chris's team, "what if it's positive?"
So now we were meeting up in a park. Kelly was there already with a law official.
Chris opens my door and helps me out. Hand in hand we walk closer to them, and I'm nervous again. My chest is tight and my hand is sweaty, so is Chris's.
"The visit was just supposed to be you, Chris." Is the first thing Kelly speaks from her mouth.
Chris doesn't answer, instead he kneels down and looks at the young boy.
I could hear Kelly whispering to the law official, in which I could hear a "it's allowed," from him.
I study the young boy, as Chris talks to him.
He has the same eyes as Chris, blue, with specks of green. But then again, that doesn't mean anything.
He doesn't have the Evans neither either, the one Sienna has. But I won't hold that to him.
"You like Toy Story, bud?" I hear Chris ask him.
Noah nods, he's quiet, has not said absolutely anything other than, "hi."
"You know I'm going to be Buzz soon, I'll voice the character in the new movie."
Noah's eyes glitter with excitement. But still he doesn't say nearly anything.
Chris and Noah walk around the park, and play around. I sit on a bench watching them. Noah is slowly opening up to Chris, he's so good with kids it was only a matter of time.
Kelly was on the other side of the park until she had the audacity to walk over to my side.
I thought she was coming straight towards me, and my body goes into fight or flight mode, until she took a piece of paper, a crumbled up receipt, out of her pocket and threw it in the garbage behind me.
She was just about to walk away, and I let out a breath I was holding in, when she turned on her heels to face me.
"You know you may have the house, the ring, the kid," she has the audacity to say to my face, "but I'll get him."
I'm evil eyeing her from behind my shades, but I pick them up and place them at the top of my head.
"You know you've swooped really low," I tell her, "why can't you just leave us alone? Chris is a great guy and you know it. Why make his life a living hell? He made a mistake, we both know that, well, I sure do. I've forgiven him and he's moved on. But clearly you're still in the same place, you haven't matured or grown, it's sad really."
"Whatever, Mrs.Evans," She doesn't have a better reply than that because she knows I'm right, "I'm only doing what's right for our son. He deserves to know his father. And Chris deserves to have a son."
Well that just pisses me the fuck off.
I stand up, and i squeeze my fist so hard my nails are probably breaking through the first layer of the skin on my palm.
"Guess what, sweetheart, he does deserve to have a son, which is probably why he has one on the way, but he loves being a girl dad."
"Sure," She narrows her snake eyes at me, "if that's what he keeps telling you. But we all know men love to raise a boy of their own. And I did that for him."
I don't realize I'm so close to her that Chris is standing beside me, his hand wrapped around my arm.
I could hit her, I could and get this anger out of me. My fear is that she'd hit back. She wouldn't hit a pregnant woman right?
Maybe one that she's jealous of.
Chris's phone starts ringing and I walk away from Kelly. And further under a tree.
Noah jumps into Kelly's arms as Chris answers his phone, it's his mom.
"Mom?...." There's a pause, I watch as his facial expressions change trying to comprehend what his mother was saying, "...no...we are the park near the bakery....okay....okay...drive safe."
He hangs up and I'm stuck giving him a puzzled look.
"My mom is bringing Sienna, she said that she fell but she's okay, but my mom says she hasn't been able to calm down."
I frown, my poor baby.
A few minutes later, Lisa is pulling into the parking lot.
Chris is till playing and getting to know Noah.
I wave as Lisa pulls in. She parks and get out. Heading to the trunk while I open the back door and unbuckle Sienna.
She's gasping softly, her eyes strained and her face is pinkish red, my guess is from crying so much.
"Mama," she pouts and moves her hands out in front of her body.
"What happened love bug?" I frown and pick her up, taking her into my arms.
"I'm sorry to bother you guys, especially at a time like this." Lisa's embarrassed but she doesn't have to be, "she just wouldn't stop crying, the poor girl." She kisses Sienna's cheek while I'm still carrying her and hands me Nena's diaper bag.
"Please, don't worry about it, Lisa. What happened anyway?"
"Well, she was playing around with the boxes I have out for my Christmas decorations and she just fell straight into a box. I guess probably bumped her head and she got scared."
"Oh Sienna," I rub her head and kiss it, while she sucks on her pointer finger.
"I'm sorry about that Lisa, she's so fast, Chris and I have a hard time keeping up after her. I can't imagine what it's going to be like when these two get here."
Lisa gives me one of those warm smiles, "I'm sure you'll be fine, Y/n. You're an amazing mother, an even better wife."
There's a silence after I smile and thank her, I turn to look at Chris still playing with Noah.
"Do you want to come say hi to Chris?"
"God no," Lisa pulls her cardigan tighter around her body, "if I see that woman I won't be able to control myself."
"I'm barely holding it together, as it is." I confess.
"Oh well that's because you're a saint, Y/n." She gently gives me a cheek to cheek goodbye and heads to her car.
"Say bye Mimi!" I wave Sienna's hand for her as Lisa pulls out and heads to the road again.
But Sienna winces when I wave her hand back and forth. I frown, her head must be hurting. I use my hand to check for any bumps but there isn't none. I look for bruises or tender spots or red spots, there's nothing.
I take the bows I put in her hair this morning, out. Maybe that will help.
Chris spots us and leaves Noah with Kelly for a bit.
He kisses my lips quickly and I could practically see Kelly's eyes roll when he does. He takes Sienna from my arms and holds her close to him.
"What's wrong, jelly bean?" He whispers, and Sienna just clutches to him by bunching up the shirt he was wearing.
"The oficial said just a few more minutes and we can go."
"Okay, I think she needs to be put down for a nap. She seems so tired." I pat my hand on the back of Nena's head.
She uses those big round eyes of hers in looking and observing all around her, the scenery, the trees, the swings, the bushes, the slide.
A gentle, child voice calls from below us, and Chris and I look to see Noah standing there, "who is that?"
He says curious at the baby girl in Chris's arms.
Chris bends down carefully, after I give him a nod of approval.
"This here is Sienna," Chris explains, Sienna just stares blankly at the boy.
"Sienna this is Noah."
We all look at Nena for a reaction, and we get nothing.
"She's a bit tired, bud, maybe even a bit nervous."
"Why is she tired?" Noah asks, and I forget children are always asking questions.
"Because she got hurt, but she'll be all better once she gets some rest."
"Where did she get hurt?" Noah wonders.
Chris looks at me cause he doesn't know, I speak to Noah for the first time this afternoon.
"She bumped her head, honey." I smile kindly, "but she'll be okay."
Noah blinks at Sienna, he's captivated with her. Sienna is confused on who this boy is.
Noah steps closer to Sienna, still in Chris's arms and for a second I go into Mom mode, fearfully that he may harm her.
Chris also goes into Dad mode, ready to defend his baby girl, but we're met with an adorable sight when Noah kisses the side of Sienna's head.
"My mom kisses my booboos when I get hurt." He explains. Nervously playing with his fingers.
I don't know how Kelly, gave birth to such a kind and pure soul.
"Can we play on the swings one more time, Mr.Chris?" Noah asks politely, pointing to the swing section.
"Of course we can, man," Chris chuckles and hands me back Sienna. He also hands me the car keys and tells me to wait there.
~ Chris ~
Kelly agreed not to introduce me to Noah as his father, because to be honest, no one really knows if I am.
The results don't come in until next week, which is also when the next and final session will be. I'm hoping for great news. Because the day after that, Y/n and I are headed to Boston, for good.
I book the plane tickets with no regrets. LA will always be my home and the place that helped construct my career. But I can't stay any longer.
We're also flying in regular air fare, because Y/n and I want Sienna to have a normal childhood, starting the second we head to Boston.
"Say bye to your father, sweetie." Kelly says, and I give her a heated look.
The official also looks at her weird, he's caught off guard and doesn't know what the hell to say.
She fucking promised not to say anything, god. I knew she wouldn't care, she does what she wants and she doesn't care about the well being of Noah.
This could either be all so traumatizing and confusing to him, or it could be the rest of his life.
Noah doesn't say anything, he doesn't even question what his mother just said, which I find weird because he's a curious boy and doesn't miss a single thing.
"Bye Noah, I had fun today, bud." I give him a gentle hug.
"Me too," he says sadly.
I don't know what else to say. Noah could either be my kid and I'll be seeing more of him, or I'm not his father and the poor boy will he left confused.
I don't say bye to Kelly, but I do say bye to the official.
The walk to my car is a short one, Sienna is fast asleep in her car seat and Y/n is scrolling through her phone looking at Christmas decor on Pinterest.
Something she does to ease her mind.
I drive us home, and I do my best to act like nothings wrong. But in reality I'm scared shitless. I really hope I'm not the father of that boy.
Cause if I am, that means not only will have to share my time with Sienna and the twins, I'll have to fly back and forth from LA to Boston not just for work but to visit Noah — and pay Kelly fucking $4,000 a month for child support.
I don't want to do that.
Y/n and I eat dinner, we ordered take out because she doesn't have the time nor the motivation to cook — and I don't blame her. As the days pass, it's getting harder for her to walk and even to just get out of bed.
Her ankles are starting to swell, I know because she has me put on compression socks on her every morning now.
Regardless I'm still so in love with her.
I decide to watch the Pats game to take my mind off things, sipping on a cold beer while Y/n puts Sienna down for her nap.
I hear soft footsteps come from behind the couch and sure enough it's my wife holding a very awake Nena.
"She won't go down," Y/n twists her lips, "I don't know why, I fed her and I sang to her."
Y/n sits on the couch beside me and I take Sienna into my arms, "I thought...maybe...you could put her to sleep."
I let out a chuckle, as I play around with Nena a bit, she giggles and squeals, but I'm still listening and aware of what Y/n is saying.
"I'll try," I hum softly, "but how?"
"Have her watch the game with you," My wife motions the TV.
I scoff playfully, which turns into a laugh, "you think she'll find football boring?"
"Boring enough to sleep?" She kisses my cheek, standing up from the couch, "yes, bubba."
My wife isn't the biggest football fan, she's more of a soccer fan because of her family's roots. But I am determined to one day make her a devoting Pats fan.
I sit Sienna in my lap as she sucks on her pacey, I put the blanket on her as she puts her head on my chest.
My wife comes back from being in the kitchen and making her pregnancy shake with I don't know how manny vitamins in it.
"Told you," y/n whispers.
I crane my head to look at Sienna, her eyes were closed and she was out like a light. I roll my eyes, "it's my warmth that makes her sleep, hun."
"Mmmhm," Y/n kisses my cheek and puts her head on my shoulder.
I wish I could stay here forever.
~ Y/n ~
One week goes by and Chris and I are back in the courthouse. And I'm back sitting in the same spot I was in before.
I painfully had to leave Sienna, Chris and I are worried about her. We think it may have something to do with when she hurt herself at Lisa's last week.
Lisa and her are at the doctors now, because Sienna will only grab things with her right arm, she'll only move her right arm and when she crawls she'll only use her right arm.
I'm worried sick something may be hurting her, and I can't be there because Chris and I are stuck in this damn courthouse. Where I hope and pray there will be good news at the end.
Chris turns to look at me, and I give him a reassuring smile.
He turns back when the judge is picking up all the papers she has on her desk.
"After careful recognition," She speaks, "and after both attorneys have made their case. The defendant has completed a DNA test, and we do have the results."
I let out a shaky breath.
"Christopher will you please rise?" The judge asks him and he does.
I'm a nervous wreck, my hands are sweaty again and I'm trying to do my best to calm down.
Noah is also in the room, and he looks at me and smiles. I smile at him too, he's a good kid.
"Christopher Evans, you are—" the judge announces before the doors to the courtroom open like a gust of wind, and voice calls out, one that doesn't belong to the judge.
"—I can't fucking do it!" A blonde man comes rushing in, he's too fast for the guards to catch him so he has enough time to walk up to Kelly.
"Daddy!" Noah jumps in excitement, and when the man turns to face Noah, I catch a glimpse of his face — and eyes that have the same exact blue and green that Noah does.
"Kelly I can't do it!" The man tells her.
Kelly wants to currently melt into the ground, "what the hell are you doing here John?"
"I love you! Okay? I don't care how much money he's gonna give you, that doesn't fucking matter! Noah is my kid, he's mine!" John says loud and clear enough for the jury, the judge, and especially for Chris to hear.
The guards finally catch John and escort him out.
"Christopher, you're not the father." The judge finally admits and slams the little mallet she has and quickly leaves the room, "as you could've probably pieced together."
Chris turns and gathers me in his arms and I hug him so tight although I'm still so confused with what just happened, he and I are free from her and a lifetime of awkwardness.
Sienna will always be, and remain his first child.
Chris works things out with his lawyers to sue Kelly for literally everything she's done.
Chris and I flee that courthouse like they were chasing us.
Tomorrow we'd be flying to Boston, and I'll be actually happy to be at home and celebrate the holidays.
I'll also begin nesting in peace. Without any of this drama.
I'm still unsure about what the hell just happened. But I put it behind me.
Chris and I head to Sienna's doctor, where Lisa was waiting for us.
With bad news by the way she looked at me. A mother to mother look.
Chris and I greet Lisa and Nena. My heart breaks as I look down to see Nena's little wrist on her left arm wrapped in a bandage.
"Hey, everyone's here!" Dr.Robbins cheerfully greets me and Chris. We say hello to her.
"Okay so, I know it looks bad, Mama," she could see the worry scattered on my face, "but it's just a hairline fracture, that's probably why Sienna was only using her right arm to do things. But I spoke to the orthopedist we have on call and she said Sienna will be good as new after she wears a cast for four weeks."
"Babies and children heal much much faster than adults do, so she should make a speedy recovery."
"We're leaving tomorrow for Boston, doc, is that gonna get in the way of anything?" Chris asks worriedly.
"No, no, the orthopedic we have on call is gonna do me a favor and come in. I told her it was urgent and she can do the cast today if you want to."
I look and Chris and then we both look at Arizona, "that would be great, thank you."
"So this happened when she fell into the box?" I question, still figuring out how my baby ended up with a hairline fracture.
"Yes, most definitely when she fell she used her left arm to brace herself." Arizona opens a file and shows us the x-rays.
"Oh honey," Chris kisses Sienna's head which was tucked into the crook of my neck.
Within the next hour the orthopedic, Dr.Callie, arrived and prepared Nena for a small cast.
"Okay, Miss Sienna, which color do you want?" Sienna is in Chris's lap, but I'm right beside them.
"Which color do you want, my love?" I point to the tray of various colors.
Sienna looks at all the colors, and then looks at Chris to make sure everything is safe.
Chris smiles at her, gently pinching her cheek.
She turns back to Callie and lets out a very quiet, "pink."
Once the cast was on, Arizona and Callie explained to me how I can stop Sienna from picking at it, and how I can bathe her with it on.
~ Chris ~
Once home, we put Sienna down for her nap, we have to check on her more frequently to make sure she isn't sleeping on her arm or anything.
So, it's gonna be a long night.
I kiss my baby girl's forehead and rub her cheek with my knuckle, she's out like a light, poor thing must be so tired.
Me on the other hand? I want to jump up and down from the joy. I know Kelly was doing all of this for her own good, she doesn't care about who she hurts in the process.
I feel bad for Noah, but I'm glad he has his own father to be there for him. He's a special kid.
When Kelly introduced me as his father the other day, he remained quiet, and I was confused as to why he didn't start blurting out thousands of questions, when it dawned upon me.
Kelly must've told Noah to go along with everything, with her awful plan, the kid obviously knew who his real father was.
"Hey," I step into the master bedroom, watching Y/n pack more of her clothes into storage boxes.
"Hi," she smiles at me, this time not a sad or pitiful smile, like the ones she's been given me this entire time with the trial and stuff, but a real one.
One of those heart skipping smiles that I love so much.
"You excited to fly out tomorrow?"
"So excited, not too excited about the cold though." She pouts, but her lips curl up once again into a another smile as I stand behind her and hold her belly.
"You have me to keep you warm," I whisper seductively into her ear.
"Do I?" She's keeping the teasing going.
"Mhm, all night long, baby." I respond, she turns and she's not smiling anymore but her face says it all.
She wants me.
It's like a switch went off between the both of us that we're rushing to take out clothes off between hot kisses, I'm yanking her top off and her leggings as I swing those behind me. I'm left in my boxers by the time she was done with me too. I pick her up and I gently place her onto our bed.
I don't move as I kiss her still, my forearm framing her face as my other hand is exploring her soft skin.
Her breasts are so full and plump, my mouth is salivating right now and my dick has never been harder.
I snap open the clip holding the heavenly mounds together and I lick my bottom lip as they bounce free.
Maybe I am a tit guy.
I don't waste anytime in lowering my head to taste her and suck her little peaks of nipples into my mouth.
She lets out a moan that ripped out from her chest, her back arches and she puts her hand into my hair, keeping me where I'm at.
I kiss a path of wet kisses to her other breast, lightly teasing my wife and kissing the soft swell of her before attaching my mouth around her nipple.
Once I have her a moaning, whimpering mess and her hips lifting up into the air like she wants more, I remove my lips from her breasts and kiss The Valley of her.
Moving up to suck and kiss on her neck, "I never flew her out that was a lie. I'd never do that."
I want her to know that everything Kelly said was a lie.
"Shhh," she shushes me, picking my head up so she could kiss me quiet.
Pushing me onto my back, she swings one of her gorgeous legs over my lap and sits down, my dick is painfully hard now at the feel of her heat on me.
She slips her hand into my boxers and gives my shaft a squeeze making me groan deeply.
Y/n's kissing my neck, pretty sure leaving hickeys as she works me over in my boxers. Our room is dark, except for the moon light shining in. And the closer light shining in as well.
I finally have the courage to use my hands and I shove my boxers down, Y/n helping me as it gets caught on my calf but I don't care I'm too needy and horny right now to care.
I lick my fingers and I slip my hand in Y/n's panties, her breath gets caught in her throat and her eyes flutter shut.
I rub tiny circles, god she's so wet.
Pushing my hand away, she moves her panties to the side and slips me in.
Y/n sinks down hard, making a loud moan fly out of my mouth. Meanwhile her arms are around my neck, and I use one of my own arms to hold us up and thrust my hips upward.
I watch as my wife bounces up and down on me, god she's beautiful. My skin is hot, a fire spreading out inside me and all the way down to my toes with every sensual grind and movement of hers.
She's cradling my face now, making sure I hear and witness every eye roll, every lip bite, every sound. And I feel so good knowing I'm the one who does this to her, I'm the only one who gets to do this to her.
Kiss her, hold her, touch her.
Me.
And I'll de damned if someone else thinks they can do the same.
Y/n Y/l/n Evans is mine.
My orgasm catches me off guard as she tightens around me, it feels so good, she crashes her lips into mine as we share a filthy kiss, she conceals my sounds of pleasure and keeps bouncing on me to ride out my high.
Once we recovered, I put Y/n on her side cause I can't cuddle her on top of me anymore, well not for much longer anyway since the twins' due date is soon.
I can't wait for those little suckers to arrive, I can't wait to start a new chapter in our life in Boston. Away from all the drama and headlines and paparazzi.
I want Sienna and I to go to the park in peace, I want Y/n to be able to breastfeed our children in the open space of our backyard without being photographed. I just want peace.
"We should take Nena to Disney," Y/n says as she tries to regain her breath, her fingertips drawing random shapes on my chest as she cuddles into my side and I rub her back.
"It's been a while since you and I have gone, and I thought we should bring Nena when we do go. She's getting bigger and talking so much. I'm sure she'll have so much fun." My wife adds, "plus you're like totally friends with Mickey."
I laugh lightly, "am I?" I turn my head to be able to look down at her, bringing her closer to my side.
"Duh, you're Chris Evans," She smirks at me, "Disney adult for life."
She makes me laugh, and brings joy to me. I love this woman.
"We can most definitely get that arranged, baby," I kiss her temple, smiling like an idiot, "Nena will love it. I know it."
a/n: so Chris doesn't know about the kiss😭....yet. I pray for Y/n when he does find out because Chris is the jealous type and he has a temper because he's so possessive too.
Next chapter will include the fam heading to Disney and Nena helping decorate the Christmas tree in the Evans home in Boston 🎄✨(with her right arm of course, don't worry guys she'll be okay!)