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Chris

Chris Evans wants kids.

That's it.

Baby fever goddammit.

Y/n's pov

"Holy shit, Chris." I said as Chris practically dry humped me.

"Come on." He cooed.

"I'm trying to do the dishes."

"So? There's always later." He huffed.

"Yeah, Chris you can fuck me later."

"But I want kids now." His pink lips curled into a frown.

"Please baby?"

God, who knew his baby fever would get this bad? It's so bad he's literally begging me to have one of his children.

"Chris please let me finish what I have to do." I said.

"What do you have to do?"

"These dishes, the laundry, I have to tidy the living room a little bit, and I have to vacuum."

"That will take a while." He whined, kissing my neck.

"It won't if you're literally up my-" I said but I was cut off by a soft moan escaping my lips.

"Please?" He begged, again.

"At least let me finish the dishes, or else I'll make you do them."

"Fine, I'll be in our room." He cooed.

He let me go and I heard his footsteps retreat to our room.

Then I heard Dodger walk by, his little bell ringing on his collar.

I sighed and I finished the rest of the dishes I had, then I went to our room, seeing Chris laying down on our bed.

I raised my eyebrow as I closed the door.

Chris looked up at me and I took off my shirt, I had gotten it wet while doing the dishes.

"I want a baby." He huffed as I headed to our closet.

I smiled.

The way he begs for a baby... is actually pretty sweet-

And it makes me want one too... like I actually might want to have a baby if he keeps begging like that, not to shut him up, because I would actually want one.

"Can we at least talk about this first?" I asked, grabbing a clean dry shirt.

"What is there to talk about? Have you seen my nephew?"

I smiled, chuckling softly "Oh, is that what this is about?"

I turned around and he was looking at me with puppy eyes.

"We should've met 6 years ago, when my baby fever reached its peak." I said, putting my shirt on and heading towards the door.

"Please?" He asked.

"I have things to do."

"Yeah I've seen your to-do list, and why am I not on there?"

I chuckled.

"I'm not gonna force you to do this, but I honestly want a baby."

I remembered my little sister, when she said her first word, when she took her first step, and I smiled.

All of that made me feel like a proud sister.

Now, how proud would I feel if I was the mother?