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time-travel-bouqet · 7 years ago

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Bouncing Baby

A/N: Meh. I don’t really like how this turned out but TBH I’m tired of working on it so yeah. I have never written any Chris Evans but I saw a post that talked about how he still likes bounce houses and ice cream cups and here we are. Image from Google.

I didn’t know who to tag, so if you’re not interested no worries!! Although you prob didn’t get the tag anyway!

Characters: Reader x Chris Evans Mellie(reader’s sister) x Seb Stan

Word Count:2181

Warnings: Hi there I cuss a lot. All the mistakes my brain made. Fluff.

Setting the finished layers of cake on the rack to cool you stick the last batch of cupcakes in the oven and set the timer for 15 minutes. Feeling exhausted you check your watch and see that you’ve already been at this for 5 hours in preparation for you twin’s 6th birthday party. Then the realization that it’s already 11 and guests will start coming in less than two hours sends you into a slight panic. Taking a deep breath, you pull yourself onto the counter by the sink pulling your knees to your chest and leaning against the cabinet to take a quick break.

Looking out the window you feel your anxiety melt as you giggle at the sight in your backyard. Between your husband, your sister, her husband and your kids mixed in with theirs wild attempts are being to right a huge bouncy house.

“Pull it to the right, Seb.” You hear your sister instruct her husband in a frustrated tone. Watching the drama unfold like an Emmy award winning soap opera you laugh when he pulls it to his left.

“Your other right, dumbass.” She giggles as she moves to him snatching the flap out of his hand.

“Language.” Your husband chastises her with a shake of his head as he hammers down his side.

Just then your son runs across the flattened top of the bounce house chasing his cousin. Making it almost across his foot gets tangled at the corner and he falls flat on his face. Not a step behind him your daughter stops short looking down at him shaking her head looking almost identical to her father.

However, she chooses to prove herself your child when she lets her thoughts flow freely from her mouth, a “dumbass” slipping out before she knew it. You saw her hand immediately fly to her mouth as her slip registers with her brain. She immediately turns to look sweetly at her dad with puppy dog eyes. It registers in his head at the same time as you see his head fly up. She sheepishly grins at him as he glares at her.

“I love you?” she offers with a smile.

“Inside now!” he says turning to point to the backdoor.

“Go tell your mother what you just did.” He adds before realizing you were sitting and laughing just inside the open window and are well aware of what had happened. Handing the hammer to Seb he turns to follow her inside.

Chuckling to yourself you hop down off the counter and prepare yourself for the onslaught as the door swings open. You busy yourself with frosting the cake.

“Go ahead Harper,” Chris demands “Tell her what you need to tell her.”

“I love you mom.” She starts in not knowing you were fully aware of her slipup.

“And I love you Harper.” You return with a hug glancing up to see your husband roll his eyes.

“Go wash your hands and help your mom. We’ll discuss this more at a later time.” He instructs and your daughter runs off up the stairs.

Returning to your task you hear him huff before he speaks.

“y/n” he drags it out with a dramatic sigh at the end.

“Chriiiiissss.” You reply matching his tone still working with your back turned to him.

“Damn it you can’t play favorites just because she’s got the same fucking attitude as you.” He scolds freely knowing Harper was upstairs out of earshot. When you turn you see him smiling wide as he leans against the counter.

“First of all, language Mr. Evans.” You mock as you head over to him waving the butter knife at him. “You should really watch your mouth. It’s not nice for a gentleman to say such dirty words.”

“Second of all you love my fucking attitude.” You continue.

Grabbing your wrist, he pulls you into him with a devilish look as he licks the knife and replies “Well first of all, that is my favorite attitude of yours.”

You roll your eyes at his play on your words as he continues.

“And second you love all my dirty words.”

“Yes, I fucking do.” you reply licking the left-over icing on the side of his face “but it always gets me in trouble.”

“You love trouble” He replies as he raises an eyebrow at you and pulls you flush to him “and so do I.”

“Yes, but where has our love of dirty words and trouble gotten us in the past?” you query with a slap of his butt.

Almost as if on cue you hear

“DAAAAAD! A SPIIIIIIIIDEEEEEEEERRRRRRR!” from upstairs.

Instantly followed by “DAAAAAAAADDDDDDDD! Bring us some drinks.” from outside.

Laughing into his chest you heard the onslaught continue.

“And some snacks!” your sister added.

“And a band aid Chris! I smashed my damn finger.” Seb chimed in.

“Language.” The kids chorused.

“Well shit.” He said as he slumped his head on top of yours momentarily before he faced his duties.

“You did say you loved trouble. Those two little terrors are all the trouble we need so how about you keep it in your pants for now Evans.” You jest as you hand him a band aid from the drawer and give him a slight push towards the stairs.

Somehow everything had come together perfectly and the party was going off without a hitch. Harper and Harden had requested that their dad and uncle play their characters and they had happily obliged. Seeing them interact with your kids and their friends was one of the sweetest things you had ever seen. It was almost time for cake and ice cream so you pull your sister from the midst of the chaos to help you.

“Mellie come help me with the ice cream.”

“Ok, one minute! Cam put that down! Parker don’t lick that!”

Laughing at her as she walks towards you shaking her head she adds “Why do twins have to run in our family again? These little shits are killing me.”

“Don’t ask me, Mellie. I’ve got my own shits to deal with, all three of them.” You chuckle as you bump her with your hip and enter the house.

“Oh, don’t even get me started on the big one. You know Seb had the audacity to mention having more kids to me? I mean really, three kids under 4? Pass.” she declared with a sigh as you handed her the cups of ice cream to put into the frozen metal bucket that would hold them.

Meeting her eyes with a grin as you lean against the counter you reply “Yea, well I wasn’t including Chris in my count.”

Waiting and watching as she processed what you just said your grin grows bigger as recognition spreads across her face.

“You mean you’re….” she fumbles her words as she points at your stomach.

“Yep, just took a test last night. I’m pregnant alright.” You confirm with a small rub of your stomach.

“Well shit. I mean was it planned? Did you tell Chris? Aw hell, now Seb’s really gonna be riding my ass to have a kid. I mean….” She trailed off into laughter as she realized her word choice and moved closer to pull you into a hug.

“You’re ok right?” she asked moving a strand of hair behind your ear. While she was two years younger than you she had always acted as the older protective sister as it was just her nature.

“Yes, Mellie I’m ok. Just a little shocked as it sure as hell was not planned. I’m gonna tell Chris after the kids’ party tonight. We both had our hands full this morning. Plus, you know you want another kid, you’ve wanted three for forever.” You break the embrace and give her a pat on the arm as you push the bucket of ice cream towards her. You grab the cake and cupcakes and head back outside.

As you ready the table of refreshments you feel two strong arms come around your waist giving a gentle squeeze. Twisting your head to face the right you meet his bright eyes which were shining as he smiled at you. Turning your body around you found your back pushed into the table as he moves in to kiss you. As he pulls away you meet his smile but aren’t fooled. You raise your brow at him saying “Put down the ice cream cup man child.”

“Aww shit I love these things.” He whines with a small pout and slight shock as he returns the cup to the bucket he had snuck it from.

“Well sorry Cap, only enough for the actual kids, not just kids at heart.” you reply with a laugh “Now go gather up the little monsters and let’s wrap this party up. Momma’s tired.”

A little over an hour later the party had wrapped up and you and Mellie were inside getting everything cleaned up. The kids were upstairs packing an overnight bag as your sister had volunteered to take them for the night so you could share the news with your husband. Mellie was washing dishes as you put the abundance of left overs in both the fridge and freezer.

“I told them we weren’t trying to feed a small army.” You fuss aloud to you sister as you try to shove another bag of chicken into the freezer. As you shift the items around you laugh as you pull out a stray cup of ice cream sitting it aside to give to your husband knowing he might need it after he hears you are expecting.

“OH. MY. GOODNESS.” The shock in Mellie’s voice pulls your head up from the freezer and you await an explanation.

“Just get over here.” Is all she offers motioning for you to hurry to the window. “Look at these dumbasses.”

Upon arriving at the window, you see both your husband and Seb bouncing away inside the bouncy house. Turning slowly to face her you see your sarcastic facial expression mimicked perfectly.

“Dumbasses” you both chorus simultaneously as you both turn to stare at the scene.

At this point they are taking turns bouncing one another up as the other one falls and then repeating it as carefree laughter rolls through the open window. Just then all four kids come running down the stairs and you and Mellie stop them shushing them as you pull them towards the open window.

“Look at your silly dads.” You both instruct “Go show them how its done” and with that all four kids go screeching out the door directly into the bounce house filling the night with giggles and screams from kids of all ages.

Grabbing the ice cream and a spoon you follow your sister outside. Everyone rolls out of the bouncy house and kisses and hugs are given all around before everyone departs and it’s just you and Chris left in the backyard.

Grabbing your hand, he pulls you towards the bounce house with a wink. Following him in, you hand him the ice cream as you say “Don’t get any crazy ideas dude- this thing is filthy. Have this ice cream instead.” With a small pout he takes the ice cream and digs in sloppily. You find a silly grin creeping across your face as you reach over to wipe his mouth with your thumb out of habit. He looks at you with a mischievous grin tossing the ice cream and spoon though the opening and grabs you falling back with a bounce. Rolling over he plants a quick kiss on your lips before he stands up and starts to bounce around you as you stay lying flat on your back.

“Bounce with me, y/n.” he prompts reaching for you.

‘I probably shouldn’t.” you reply causing him to eye you suspiciously.

“Why not y/n you love this silly kind of shit.” He replies flopping down beside you.

“Yes well,” you start taking his hand as he looks at you dumbfounded “you remember how earlier we discussed our love of dirty words and trouble and how you need to keep it in your pants?”

“Yea….” He replied obviously not making the connection yet “You want to redact that statement?”

“Um no, it just seems as though we are a couple weeks too late for that.” You continue with a pat on his leg letting the news sink in.

As the news sank in you wait for his reaction hoping for it to be a good one. Suddenly he jumps to his feet and you are worried he was going to leave you in the bounce house alone. However, the next second he starts jumping up and down screaming and laughing “OH MY GOODNESS WORLD WE’RE HAVING A BOUNCING BABY!”

Falling back flat on your back as he continues to bounce repeating his happy declaration you can’t help but grin as you shake your head.

“Dumbass” you say as affectionately as possible while your body slightly bounces and you feel filled with as much happiness as you think is humanly possible.

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