#sideline love

[andydrysdalerogers]

Sideline Love ~ Chapter 22 ~ ... Wonderful

Pairings - NFL! Chris Evans and OFC Rebecca Rooney

Series Summary: All football player Chris wants is to play football with his best friends in the NFL. But the night before he meets someone who could change his life... if she wasn't the bosses daughter. Can Chris change her mind with a little sideline love?

Word Count: 2.6K

General Warnings: smut! angst, cheating, parental interference, fluff, football Chris has beard ( 😏 ), injuries during the game, special appearance (don't @ me lol); labor and delivery

A/N: Penultimate Chapter but baby Evans arriving...

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Becca Rooney and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer

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And just like that, Becca was nervous.  It was a month later, now into her sixth month, Becca was nervously getting ready.  She pulled her blonde curls to the side, pulling a hair tie as her engagement ring blinked at her.  She took a steadying breath as she looked in the mirror.  Her brown eyes sparkled even with worry etched in her face.  

“Angel? Are you ready?” 

Becca looked up at Chris and took him in.  The man lived in sweats and t-shirts, so it was truly shocking to see him in a blue button down and slacks.  Her libido shot up and Chris could see it in her eyes.  “Angel, we have to…” 

“We have time,” she pouted. She placed her hands on his chest, sliding them around. 

“No, we don’t.  I promise, after.”  

“We have lunch after,” she whined.  

Chris chuckled.  He wrapped his arms around his fiancé, his baby momma. “Promise, if you are a good girl, I’ll do the thing.” He kissed her sweetly.  

“Promise?” 

“Promise Angel. Now, c’mon. We’re gonna be late.” Chris helped Becca down the stairs where Charlie was watching cartoons, Dodger’s head in her lap. “Let’s go munchkin.”  

“But daddy…” 

“No buts.  Everyone is waiting for us.”  

Charlie huffed as she got off the sofa and put on her sweater with an assist from Chris.  “Why do I hafta wear a dress, Daddy?” 

“It’s a special day peanut,” Becca explained.  “I’m wearing a dress.”  

Charlie pondered that for a moment before nodding and heading for the door.  “Can Dodger come?” 

“Not today”, Chris said as he grabbed the keys and the family made it out the door.  Twenty minutes later, they made it to their destination and walked up the steps where Robert was waiting for them.  

“Hey guys! I’ve got all the paperwork.  You ready?” 

Chris smiled. “We’re ready.”  

Shoes clicked against the marble of the lobby as Robert directed everyone to the right room.  When they entered, Becca stopped.  It was full.  The courtroom was full of their friends, family and teammates. Chris squeezed her hand and pulled her forward.  They sat at the table in front, Charlie in Chris’s lap.  

All rise.”  The bailiff called out to the court. Everyone stood up as the judge entered.  

“Please be seated.”  The judge organized his papers and when he looked up, Becca recognized him as the same judge from the custody hearing. Her grip on Chris’s hand tightens slightly and he looked down at her with concern.  She shook her head slightly and she stared at the man. The judge smiled when he saw Becca.  “Miss Rooney, I’m glad to see you here under much more pleasurable circumstances.”  

She didn’t make a sound, but the judge chuckled.  “Don’t worry, I am happy for this outcome.  Now, let’s get to business. Is the child, Charlotte Julia Rooney, present?” 

Robert whispered into Charlie’s ear, and she nodded.  “Present!” She raised her hand, to the chuckle of the entire court.  

“Excellent.  And the adopting parent, Christopher Robert Evans?” 

“Present, sir,” Chris said.  

“All documents are in order?” 

“They are, sir,” Robert said.  “The home study, financial review and consent to termination of rights from the natural father, Thomas Brady.”  

“Just confirming that the natural father understands that he no longer will have any rights to the child in question as of today?” The judge turned his head to look at the crowd, causing Becca to frown.  Until she heard… 

“I understand, your honor.”  Tom stood up in the court. Becca held her breath. “I just want what’s best for Charlotte and that’s Mr. Evans.”  

“That’s very noble of you Mr. Brady. Ok, well, that part is settled.  Mr. Evans, do you accept responsibility for the upbringing of Charlotte?” 

“Yes, I do.” Chris beamed at the judge.  

“And Miss Rooney, you are ok with Mr. Evans taking on a permanent, parental role for your child?” 

“Yes,” she whispered.  She cleared her throat, “yes, sir,” she said louder.  It was overwhelming, Tom’s admission on top of this day finally happening.  

“Excellent.  Very well.  In the case of adoption for Charlotte Julia Rooney, I hereby grant full parental custody to Rebecca Ann Rooney and Christopher Robert Evans, effective immediately.  I have also included an order to have her last name amended so she will be known hereafter as Charlotte Julia Evans.”  

He paused and he looked at the couple.  “It’s rare to have a family custody dispute end with consent from the natural parent and with enthusiasm but it’s clear that you three, well, four are a family.  Congratulations on your new arrival and your impending marriage.  This court is adjourned.” He hit his gavel and the court erupted in cheers.  

Chris wrapped his arms around his girls and Becca cursed her hormones as she began to cry.  The nightmare of Tom’s custody battle, the fight for Chris’s position on the team, the possibility of leaving home, their surprise baby and now having Chris actually be Charlie’s father had gotten to her. She sobbed as Chris rubbed her back. “Its ok, Angel. We made it, don’t cry.”  

“Don’t cry Mama. I love you.”  Charlie petted her head, being up higher than normal to Becca.  

Becca calmed and Scarlet pulled her away to give her a hug and to wipe her face a little before releasing her to her family.  Lisa had Chris and Charlie wrapped in a hug, while her parents were hugging each other.  But Becca could see the one face that was still in the room, smiling but a look of pain in the eyes.  She walked over careful.  “Hi Tom.”  

“Hi Becca. You look beautiful.”  

“Thanks. Umm, you didn’t have to come down here.”  

“Yes.  Yes, I did.  I wanted to say sorry again.  For putting you through all of this. It wasn’t fair on anybody.” Tom bowed his head.  

“I forgive you.” His head snapped up and saw her smile. She extended her hand and Tom shook it.  

“If you need anything, for yourself or Charlie, just let me know.  I may not be her father anymore, but I still want to make sure you both are taken care of.”  

“I appreciate it.” She turned to see Chris looking at her curiously. “I better get back.”  

“Right.  Well congratulations on everything.  He’s a lucky man.” Tom nodded to Chris and walked out of the courtroom.  

“What did he want?” Chris asked, wrapping an arm around Becca’s waist.  

“To say sorry and congratulations.” Becca leaned into her fiancé. “Said if Charlie ever needed anything to let him know.”  She shrugged. “If it helps his conscience…” 

Chris frowned. “You know I’ll take care of my family, right?” 

“Of course, Chris. I’m not worried about that.” She looked up at him and could see something in his eyes.  “Baby, you have taken better care of us than anyone else bar my parents. I wouldn’t have said yes if I didn’t think you would be the best parent or husband.  I love you.”  

“I love you too Angel.” He sighed and kissed the top of her head.  “I’m sorry for being an idiot.”  

“You’re forgiven.” She looked around the room.  “I guess we need to get to celebrating with this lot.”  

“Yeah, your dad organized a luncheon at the team facility and Ma is going to take Charlie with her tonight.”  

“Have I ever mentioned how much I love your mother?”  

** 

Spring turned to Summer and the end of summer brought in a new season of football.  Chris and Becca spent the summer planning their wedding, selecting a Saturday in April, two years to the date of when their first met.  

Now she found herself in her last days of pregnancy, walking with her daughter and fiancé to the stadium.  It was the home opener once again and Chris was nervous.  He always was until right before when Becca would call and remind him that she was in his corner, always.  As he walked his heavily pregnant fiancé in, he asked her question after question.  “Are you sure you’re ok? Do you need anything?  Its going to be ok that you’re here, right? Because I don’t want you to go into labor and…” 

“Christopher!” 

He stopped.  “Again with the full name,” he sighed.  

“Baby, you’re driving me crazy.  Listen, please do no worry about me ok?  Your mom, my mom, my dad, Scarlett, Lizzy and Ashley are all going to be in the box with me. My maternity bag is with me just in case.  I promise, they will call to the field if, and only if, that happens, so don’t call after every series.  Your head,” she tapped his forehead, “is in the game until otherwise, you hear me?” 

“But…” 

“Ok, I’m going home where no one will be.”  

“NO! No, ok, I’m sorry.  Just worried about you and our peanut, ok?” 

“I know. And baby, there is an ambulance here, just in case, so it will be fine. I love you.”  

“I love you too.” He sighed and pressed his forehead to hers. “You and Charlie and Peanut are the most important things to me. I’m sorry.”  

“Its ok baby.  Throw a touchdown for me, ok?” 

He smiled and kissed her forehead. “You got it Angel.”  He looked up to see her father waiting.  “Thanks for getting here early.”  

“Not a problem Chris. Less mob is less stress.  Have a good game.”  

The family made sure Becca was comfortable, well as comfortable as being nine months allowed her to be before kick-off.  The Steelers had won the opening season game against the Ravens on the road but now hosted the Dallas Cowboys.  Chris was brilliant for the first half, throwing one touchdown and running in another. He called up during half time. 

“Are you…” 

“You finish that sentence Evans and we’re getting a divorce.”  

Chris chuckled. “Can’t divorce me if we ain’t married yet Angel.” 

“Try me. I’m fine. You are doing great. How’s the shoulder?” 

“Feels good. Thanks Angel. I’ll see you after. Love you.”  

“Love you too.”  

As she hung up, Becca felt a twinge in her abdomen. It stopped her for a second but then went away. She shook it off and continued to watch the game.  About half way into the third quarter, Becca stood up to get a water but doubled over in pain, crying out.  In a flash, Avery and Lisa were at her side. “Becca?” 

“I’m ok, but… owww!  Ok,” she panted, “I think this boy wants out.” She looked at her family with tears in her eyes.  

“Alright, lets get to the cars,” Avery said as Ashley scooped up the maternity bag.  

“Charlie?” Becca called.  

“I have her Bex,” Scarlett replied.  

“Let me call down to the field.” Rick turned to the field phone and called down for Chris.  

She tries to listen as Rick talked to Ben, but the pain drowns everything out. “Daddy?” 

“Ok baby, Ben is getting Chris.”  Rick took her hand.  “You squeeze if you need to.”  

“It hurts, daddy,” she sobbed as she tried to walk down to the exit.  The pain gripped her again, weakening her knees.  

“Avery, get the paramedics up here!” Rick yelled as security cleared the people around them and laid Becca down. “Its ok baby, its gonna be fine.  Just breathe.”  

It took the paramedics two minutes to arrive and put Becca on a stretcher. “She’s going to Mercy.  Anyone riding with her?” 

“I am,” Avery said as they rushed to the ambulance.  Just as they pulled away, Chris came running up, still in his uniform.  “What the hell happened?” 

“She went into labor, and she was in a lot of pain,” Rick explained.  “Go get changed and I’ll drive you.”  

** 

Becca could swear that she was being torn in half.  As soon as she arrived at the hospital, her water broke, and she was 8 centimeters dilated with no sign of Chris.  “Momma,” she pleaded with her mother.  “Make it stop.  He’s supposed to be here.”  

“He’s coming Becca.”  

“I need him, I… oh god, I think… I think I need to push.”  

The nurse overheard her.  “Ok, let me grab the doctor.”  She ran out of the room as Becca began to cry.  

“Why is this so fast?  I was in labor for 26 hours with Charlie,” she cried.  

“I don’t know, honey, just stay calm.  It’s gonna be ok.”  The door opened and the doctor came in.  

“Becca, I’m gonna check, ok?”  Becca nodded and the doctor did his exam.  “You are at 10 centimeters and fully effaced so its time to push.”  

Becca shook her head. “No, I can’t.  My fiancé, the father, he’s not here yet.”  

“Becca, I’m sorry but your body’s gonna do this regardless.”  He turned to the nurses.  “Let’s get prepped for delivery.”  

She looked up at her mom.  “He can’t miss this.”  

“He won’t.  He’ll…” the doors opened, and Chris ran in, still breathing hard from running.  

“Did I miss it?” 

“Chris!” Becca cried, tears of pain, joy, frustration, relief at the sign of her love finally with her.  

Chris ran to her side and took her hand, kissing her sweaty forehead.  “I’m sorry Angel.  Traffic was a nightmare.  Where are we?”  

Avery smiled.  “We are getting ready to push.  Just in time.”  

“Alright.  You must be dad?” The doctor smiled. “Alright Becca, next contraction, give me a big push.”  

Becca took a breath and bear down, pushing as hard as she could. She breathed hard, looking at Chris.  “You are never touching me again.”  

“Whatever you say Angel.  C’mon, one more time,” he held her hand and body up to push, smiling to himself.  

After 20 minutes, Becca stopped.  “I can’t.” 

“Yes, you can Angel.  You are the strongest woman I know.” Chris leaned down to her.  “You are my Angel, and you can do anything.  One more, baby, give me one more.”  

Becca gritted her teeth and pushed.  “The head is out,” the doctor announced.  “One more push!” And suddenly a wail filled the room as Becca laid down.  

“Congratulations, a perfect baby boy!” 

“He’s here?”  Becca looked at Chris and then her chest as her new baby was placed on her.  “Hi! Hi baby! Hi!” As tears streamed down her face.  

“Oh my god, Becca, he’s beautiful.”  Chris stared at his son as his own tears fell.  “Thank you, Angel. Thank you.”  He kissed her forehead as his son began to settle with the warmth of his mother.  

“Ok, mom, we need to take some measurements and get you cleaned up so we need to take him.”  

“Take him?” Becca panicked.  “Chris?” 

“I’m going with him.  Relax Angel.  You did amazing.” He kissed her softly and then followed his son to the other side where he was measured and weighed.  As they cleaned up the goo on him, Chris couldn’t explain the feeling of warmth spreading in his chest.  It was just like with Charlie, a pure love that was just there now.  

“Ready dad?” The nurse smiled as she picked up his son.  

“Yeah, I…” 

“Open your shirt so he can feel you.  Skin to skin is the best bonding right now.” Chris did as she said, and she laid this tiny human onto his chest.  

“Hi son.  Hi.” He cradled him as he settled against him.  

“Does he have a name?” 

Becca smiled.  “Benjamin Richard Evans. Ben.”  

“Well happy birthday Ben.” The nurse produced the Steelers signature towel, the Terrible Towel and placed it over the baby, a tradition at Mercy.  “Welcome to Steelers Country.” 

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[stars-and-birds]

Dana’s last ‘fuck you’ to Disney

He/they collector

Genderqueer/bi-gender papa king

TWO girlfriend kisses

Onscreen mlm kiss

Implied aladarius

a happy ending to the bi/enby couple

A happy ending to the aro/ace character

And

Death to the white Christian puritain

[chloesimaginationthings]

RIP Michael Afton, you would of LOVED Foxy’s log ride

[bitterseaproduction]

AA7 game idea? Playing AS Eustace Winner. As a prosecutor. With a new face/Athena as your main rival, Edgeworth as your main mentor, and Phoenix Wright as your final prosec- I mean defense lawyer.

Give me back Phoenix Wright, but as my Red in Pokémon: The final boss you have to take on. Make me prove to Phoenix Wright himself that his client is guilty against all his bluffs & efforts, without dismissing or disrespecting his faith in his clients. Make a tale of struggling to reach justice and truth from the other bench, with all the conflict of Case 2-4 but without a kidnapping motivation or an early villain reveal. Make us tear apart the lies and fight to make everyone, including Phoenix, face the truth, only to underline how it was never that he should have doubted his client, but that he should trust US. Trust the prosecution even when their name isn’t Miles Edgeworth to help him find the truth.

Give me back Phoenix Wright, show him at his strongest, but also show that, even at your peak, there are still new lessons to learn from new perspectives.

[striveattemptfail]

this wade

with this logan

i have been going insane thinking about these two giving these exact hearteyes at each other

[literaila]

what does reader think of all the students at jujutsu tech ? is she like a proud mum when she meets yuji and nobara and is like "my son made friends" ? does megumi come home kn the weekends ? are they all sad when he officially starts there ?

trust that reader is everyone’s mom figure. she is the only person with any common sense, the most sane out of them all. if there’s a question that needs to be answered, reader should be the first person anyone goes to (someone might say otherwise but still)

satoru might say that you need to be a little “crazy” to be a jujutsu sorcerer, but you think he’s just projecting.

and you tell him this when you’re discussing megumi, talking about him living away from home—because jujutsu is immersive. it’s something you’re supposed to devote your lives to and you know this.

you do. really.

i mean, you lived there. you went to class with other sorcerers—satoru—and you know that you can’t half ass a career in jujutsu. you know.

but still, you can’t help but lay in bed with satoru and talk about megumi and ask him “does he really have to live there?” you’ll stare at satoru’s face. his half vacant eyes, tired from a day of work and all three of you. “he could come home at night and eat dinner. he could drive over with us.”

“what would the other first years say?”

“they wouldn’t have to know.”

you know you sound a bit naive. like a kid. but, honestly, didn’t satoru fall in love with you when you were one. why should it matter to either of you?

“what do you think nanami and haibara would’ve thought if you went home every night when you came to school?”

you give him a look, half joking. in no world would that have even been possible for you.

“okay,” he rolls his eyes. “what do you think suguru would’ve thought about me? if i went home every night to the gojo clan? or shoko?”

“they both made fun of you anyway.”

“megumi wants to go,” satoru reminds you like you don’t already know it. “do you want him to feel separated from his classmates?”

“stop,” you tell him, groaning into the side of his head. his hair smells like gumdrops and plums.

“i’m just saying,” satoru kisses behind your ear, his go-to method of distraction. “he’s a man.”

“he’s not.”

satoru shakes his head against yours, not saying anything.

“he’s not. you’re not even a man.”

the boy in question grins like this is what he was waiting for you to say. “and i still lived in the dorms, a building away from you.”

you sit up suddenly, thinking. “what if megumi falls in love with a classmate?”

satoru laughs.

“no, i’m serious—“

still, when megumi moves into his dorm room, you don’t even attempt to dissuade him. he seems… as giddy as he can get, carrying his boxes around campus like he didn’t spend half his childhood following you or satoru around.

you’re immensely glad that you agreed to work there with him in this moment. satoru says he has no idea when the other first years will show up—as per usual—and you don’t want megumi to be alone for long.

so it’s fortunate that satoru can introduce him to the now second years, and you can stand along slide megumi all the while, grinning at your pupils and nudging megumi to be polite.

you don’t get to watch satoru smile at your overprotective tendencies or proud-motherly instincts. he finds it… slightly adorable (and insanely attractive) to watch you fuss over your son like he’s a tiny little doll you can dress up.

and really, you’re just glad that megumi isn’t afraid of all of this like you were. that he had someone—two people—to show him the reins. that satoru is going to be there beside him the whole time, you just a classroom away.

yeah, you think, for just once, it’ll all be fine.

and then you get to hear all about satoru’s teaching methods from your new students (which ensues a whole… months worth of arguments).

[gummi-ships]

Kingdom Hearts 0.2 Birth by Sleep - A Fragmentary Passage - Forest of Thorns

[spite-and-waffles]

FUCK YES STEPHANIE IS THE JASON THAT NEVER WAS PANDA YOU ARE THE HERO THIS FANDOM NEEDS BUT DOES NOT DESERVE PREACH THE GOSPEL OF STEPHANIE AMEN

[daniclaytcn]

i know i complain a lot about the narrative pummeling eddie this season but...we have to talk about how badly this show has treated chimney since, like...season 3 lmao. it's WILD how he almost never has anything going on except for one or two episodes per season! it's like they genuinely don't know what to do with him which is crazy because there's SO much to explore! i mean, this season, a pretty major and traumatic thing happened to him and he just bounced back like it was nothing? which would be one thing if they didn't do this to him practically every single season. god knows i love madney but it sure would be nice to see chimney get a proper arc that has nothing to do with his role as maddie's partner because that's pretty much the only thing we ever get for him. DOES this show understand what a treasure they have in kenneth choi? do they not realize that the chimney-centric eps are some of the best on the show?

[roxasbooth]

Character with time related powers from every other piece of media: "messing with time has great consequences!!!"

Clockwork from the hit show Danny Phantom: "messing with time has great—

*looks around*

AnyWAYs—"

*proceeds to mess with time/let a 14 year old child with ghostly powers mess with time*

[jackklinemybeloved]

zac’s “less is more” approach to comedy is always golden but it is working PERFECTLY for colin provolone from both a comedic and dramatic standpoint. everyone else I kinda get the vibe of but colin is Just Some Guy which is driving both me and raphaniel up the fucking WALL.

[bisexualisaaclahey]

best thing about scackson (to me at least) is that scott wasn't jackson's gay awakening, he was the guy that jackson realizes he had a crush on years later after being out and proud like

jackson, 2011: *one of the only people to notice things had changed with scott mccall*

jackson, 2011: *pursuing a homoerotic rivalry with scott mccall*

jackson, 2011: *generally obsessing over scott mccall*

jackson, waking up in a cold sweat years later: oh my god i was in love with scott mccall

[vicartless-bowuigi-space-au]

Bowser vs Rudy,,, Who do you think will win? 🫣

⭐️ Commission for @rustedkaibutsu !! ⭐️

[loveipromiseimnotinsane]

Just to throw this out there

[katheyn]

Classic Zosan story...Except!

Personally, I like the Zosan idea of; regardless of who actually catches feelings first, Sanji, being the "love cook," is the one to become self-aware of said feelings first.

I'm thinking probably Thriller Bark/3D2Y would make it sink in for him.

But because this man has some of the worst self-esteem (excluding cooking ability) of anyone in One Piece, he just tsundre pines for the swordsman. Because he can't seem to picture anyone actually caring about him like that.

Zoro, on the other hand..... let's be real. Outside of battle, he can be one dense mosshead. I'm like 99% sure the guy doesn't really stop to think about things like romantic love. 100% that he only really turned on the platonic and familial love parts of his brain after becoming a Straw Hat. Guy was focused on being the Greatest Swordsman.

Since Zoro can be a bit slow on the uptake if he doesn't think he needs to understand something; i.e. knowing where "north" is, ocean currents, a person's past, etc. I'm pretty sure it would take awhile for him to 1) notice he felt something at all, 2) Realize it wasn't like what he feels for other crew members, 3) Figure out it isn't just annoyance/rivalry, 4) Eventually work out what it actually is(possibly with some help).

Granted there is always A LOT going on with the Straw Hat Crew, so having time to contemplate potential "feelings" especially when one may not realize there is anything to contemplate....

I'm thinking Zoro hits #3 on the way to Wano while the Sanji Retrival Team is dealing with Whole Cake Island. But only has the #4 realization with the Death Pact. Either during the call or upon waking up after battle.

TLDR: Low self-esteem romantic falls for his rival with the emotional intelligence of a mossy rock. Everyone suffers.

[microsofttothemax]

recently read through @dandylovesturtles’s sidelined au so i knew i had to draw the little goober himself !!!!