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Title: Love, Maybe? {16}

Chris Evans X Reader OFC Vixen Giovanni

Warning: Plot, Cursing, Heavy Angst

Word Count: 2.3K

Summary: After a night of drunkenness you wake up next to warm, hot as hell body, a migraine and no memory of the night before. When you come to realize that the hot body belongs to none other than Hollywood’s golden boy Chris Evans you freak out. As events unfold you become even more panicked to find out you got married in your drunken haze. What else is there to do but get it annulled, right? Before walking away, you share one more night of molten kisses and passion. Three years later you are still living with the repercussions of your brash decisions, but the surprises don’t stop there. The past has a way of coming back and have you questioning is this fate that you’ve been running from, hell could it have been love, maybe?

Note: Italic texts is an inner Vixen thought. Bold Italic texts is an inner Chris thought.

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Chapter 16: The Naked Truth

 -Chris-

  “God she’s still as beautiful as ever. So fucking beautiful.”

   He thought back to the day before seeing her in the restaurant. His attention sought out the tense voice he heard, the voice of an angry man. He didn’t expect to see her. When it clicked, it was her everything, and everyone else faded—including Lita who was sitting across from him. His only thought was her, going to her, talking to her. It dawned on him now she was on a date. He took another swig of his beer; he was already on his sixth one. He had to lay off the beer he thought; he wasn’t getting any younger.

    When he touched her, it was just as he remembered from those years ago. He wondered if it would be and he wasn’t disappointed. Touching her again made him want everything he never could over the last three years, everything Anthony, Seb, Scarlett, his siblings, and friends back home teased him about—everything he did those years ago in Vegas when he looked in her eyes as she stood across from him in the chapel. When his mind fell to the paps he groaned loudly.

   “Fuck!” They’d royally screwed everything up. Once they showed up, everything went to hell. The screaming and crying began and then it was chaos. At the thought of the screaming and crying he sprang up at full alert.

   “She had a kid.” He looked around him and wracked his brain with how, when, who, then jealously. He hadn’t felt it in a long time, not since he stopped thinking about the men she was galivanting around with in her life. No one else dredged up the annoying, useless emotion—just her.

“A fucking kid.” He tried to go over the memory again and tried to piece together all the details he could muster. It was difficult because once his eyes landed on her, everything else fell away. He tried to hone in on the figure that was between their bodies. Closing his eyes he took several minutes to go over the tiny human she held. It was a girl, blondish hair, chubby cheeks and something else—blue eyes. He snapped his eyes open and looked around for his phone. He couldn’t find it and was becoming annoyed with it. She was a mother. She’d been with someone else and allowed him that part of herself, the part he’d thought about and dared to regret not having.

   He dropped back to the seat and slicked his hair back, leaving his hands sunken in his locks.

   “She’s a mom; she has a kid.”

   He thought if that changed things. If what he wanted changed because of it. He couldn’t place it, one thing was certain he was jealous about it, and he knew he had no right to be, especially after what happened three years ago. He hated how erratic his thoughts were. It was so erratic he didn’t think twice leaving Lita in the restaurant to run after you. He didn’t think about her again until she came outside and cussed him out. She was pissed, and he couldn’t seem to care he kept looking up and down the sidewalk hoping to see you. He knew he had to make that right—but not tonight. Tonight his only thought was you.

    He walked inside and saw his phone on the kitchen counter and quickly grabbed it. He searched it for the number he’d gotten from your restaurant manager. He had no idea what he was doing; he was running on pure instinct—pure feeling. It rang and rang and rang, no answer. He didn’t wait for the voicemail to come on; instead he hung up. He didn’t want to leave a message or hear a recording he wanted to hear your voice. He wanted to actually speak to you; he wanted to see you.

   “Fuck, you want too much!”

   He dropped his head to the island counter and took several calming breaths trying to get a grip. He felt as if he were free-falling down the same rabbit hole Alice had except he wasn’t going to Wonderland, he was falling into every thought, feeling, desire, and need he’d walled off for the last three years. It was overwhelming. He quickly walked to his bookcase in the living room and took out the tin case and the joint he held there. He noted to himself he was running low and needed to restock then wasted no time lighting it up. After taking a long puff, he closed his eyes, hoping the granddaddy purple would work wonders and ease his stress, anxiety and give him the euphoric feeling he desperately needed right now. Four hours and two joints later he was pleased when he just stared at the lights dancing across his ceiling with no thought in his head. Everything was quiet, quiet enough for him to finally sleep.

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-Vixen-

  Today was mommy and Ella day. You welcomed the break from work and life stress. You spent the day at the petting zoo, letting her pet every allowable animal she desired, which was every animal. She then rode the back of every animal offered, donkey, horse, and llama. She even tried to ride the back of a tortoise and threw a fit when she was told no. It was hilarious, you had no idea where she got this love for animals. You tolerated them and admired them from afar, but up close you shied away. Your father tried to swindle you into adopting a puppy for her once, and you quickly nipped it in the bud. You liked dogs and cats, but there was no way you could train it and give it the necessary attention you were everywhere.

   After the petting zoo, you took her to one of the best toy stores and allowed her to run free. You spent hours there just playing with every toy she got her hands on. You didn’t mind; you loved every second of it. By the time you left, you had several bags of toys. It was disgusting how wrapped around her tiny little finger you were. To finish the night you made it to an ice cream parlor that served ice cream the old school way. You loved little mom and pop stores and tried to support them when you could. Ella rested her head on your shoulder holding one of her new toys, a pink and white unicorn as you rocked her. She loved unicorns; everything was unicorns. You were surprised you weren’t fed up with them. You hummed a lullaby and surveyed the display cases before you.

   “Vanilla, strawberry, or cookie?”

    You knew the answer before she responded. “Co-ie,” she replied. You nodded. Between the two of you, you were always the boring one. She held up her unicorn for you, and you pretended to marvel as it lit up.

   “Pretty.” She smiled, and you kissed her across the forehead.

   “Vixen right?”

   You spun around and came face to face with Anthony. A feeling of dread washed over you, and you instinctively looked around for Chris.

   “That’s me.”

    “And who is this beauty?” Ella smiled widely and dropped her head back into the crook of your neck. You smiled at her shy antics; normally she loved being the center of attention.

   “Uh, Ella.”

    “She is beautiful, hi princess. You are so beautiful, just like your mama. She is yours, right? I mean I see the resemblance.”

   “Do you? Interesting a lot of people have to stare really hard to find it,” you informed.

   “No, I see a lot of you in there—though I’m pretty sure the rest of her is her father, right.”

    The look he gave you spoke volumes. It was as if he saw right through you and to the truth. How? It was impossible. He didn’t know anything. Or did he? You cleared your throat and looked away and to the clerk. You stepped past Anthony to the counter and ordered yours and Ella’s ice-cream. As you waited you made conversation with Anthony.

   “How is your sister, Nexus?”

   You smirked and shook your head.

   “Do you really care? I mean after you left her in the club and all.”

   “Okay for the last time I didn’t mean to, I had an emergency, and when I looked around for her I didn’t see her. It wasn’t intentionally done,” he explained. You didn’t believe one word, and you knew it was because of your own issues.

   “And you don’t believe me.”

   “Why should I? It wouldn’t be the first time a celeb tried to get their kicks off picking up a normal girl just to string her along. What makes you any different?”

   “Is that what happened with him?”

   You clenched your jaw and got sucked back into the past of the embarrassment you felt that night at his house. The humiliation at thinking things could be more only to have him say what he did. Shaking it off you gave him your best nonchalant face. He nodded and looked back to Ella in your arms and studied her.

   “She has his eyes; he will find out.” Your stomach fell, and you were sure fear was etched across your face. Anthony nodded as if he got the final confirmation. “Makes sense now.” Before either of you could speak any further your order came through. Ella took her ice cream and wasted no time burying her face in it. You and Anthony laughed as the door opened and in came all six feet of the devil himself. Your smile fell, and you looked at Anthony, who didn’t seem surprised. He knew he would come. You couldn’t help but feel set up.

 You felt the cold drips of ice cream on top of your breast and in your cleavage. You gasped and looked down to see Ella had made a mess on you. You grabbed some napkins and dabbed at the sweet, sticky drops; every dab produced a ripple effect of your breast. You looked up to Chris and saw his eyes were glued to your exposed skin. His mouth was slightly ajar with his full bottom lip hanging down. You looked away and turned your back, fighting the urge to egg him on. You desperately wanted to tease him and hated it.

  “Get a grip!”

   When you turned back around, your eyes met.

   “I can’t do the paparazzi thing again,” you began.

   “I’m so sorry.”

   You didn’t know what he was apologizing for, the paparazzi or three years ago. You flared your nose and studied him. He looked sincere.

   “I’m very sorry.” Feeling emotion rise in you, you looked away and nodded as another plop of ice cream fell on top of your breast.

   “I-cree boop,” Ella announced with a delighted squeal before she palmed the mess and smeared it fully across your breast.

   “Wow, Kristella Reaell,” you panted out.

   You put her to stand and quickly grabbed some more napkins to clean the mess. After a few moments, you realized Chris was staring at her with a blank expression on his face. You cringed realizing you’d used her full first name. The universe was fucking with you, and you were tired of it. Once you threw away the soiled napkins you scooped her into your arms again and took your ice-cream from Anthony. Chris looked to you, and the look on his face shook you. He knew. He had to. He quickly looked back to her. Ella looked to him and in the span of three seconds her small hand reached out for him. Chris looked at her hand, and you recognized the emotion in his eyes, it was the same emotion you felt every time she looked at you—really looked at you. She looked into his eyes—eyes that were a replica of hers.

   “My,” she said. That was your cue, you quickly stepped around them and hurried outside into the fresh air. You panted and scurried to your car.

   “How old is she?” You stopped in your tracks at the sound of his voice.

   “Fuck!”

   Without thinking, you continued walking to your car and opened the back door. You leaned in to buckle Ella in her car seat and tried to calm your rapidly beating heart. The dream was quickly being ripped from you. You were verging toward the point of no return. You stood upright, and he was there. Once you looked into his face you saw fear and rage.

  “Answer me. How old is she?”

   Words still couldn’t form, you couldn’t even think. The long pause was too long for him.

   “Vixen!”

   Flinching you made a face trying to keep the tears at bay.

   “Twenty months, almost two,” was your meek response.

   You saw him doing the math in his head, and you didn’t know if you could stick around for it to resonate. You walked around him to the driver’s side, and he followed hot on your heels.

 “Is she mine?”

   You wrapped your arms around your abdomen and felt the full panic. Your dream was gone. You knew you couldn’t lie; it was do or die, time for the naked truth. Chris grabbed onto your elbow and spun you around to face him. Your body crashed against his, and you looked into his eyes. There was a jumble of emotion there; rage, fear, hurt, desire and disbelief, you felt all of them with him. Your hot tears rolled down your cheeks; his expression softened but only a touch.

   “Is—she—mine?” He enunciated each word through his gritted teeth. You nodded and looked down away from him. From the corner of your eye, you saw paparazzi scurrying across the busy street with their cameras poised for pictures. You groaned.

   “Look I can’t--,”

  “Jesus Christ!”

   “I can’t do this, I’m sorry.”

   You hopped into the driver’s seat and sped off just as the paps crowded Chris and snapped pictures from every angle. You looked in your rearview mirror and tried to contain the tears that threatened to spill. This was not how it should have happened.

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